I push back against the thick cock that’s filling me, stretching me wide, and scraping over and over that spot inside. Lightning flickers through my nerves and I’m so close that I’m desperate for it, a string of moans and nonsense falling from my panting mouth, all around the word that spirals me higher each time I say it.
Daddy.
And that’s when my ex appears in Logan’s bedroom doorway.
“Hey, Dad, I’m…”
Logan didn’t shut his bedroom door when we came upstairs, so Lance is suddenly just right there. While his father’s cock is in my ass, my own dick leaking and about to explode all over his father’s bed.
I don’t know whether Logan sees Lance until he wrestles me upright so my back is pressed against him and his arm is an iron bar across my chest. He’s stopped moving inside me, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he grasps my dick in his other hand and jacks me with short, brutal strokes.
“Come for me, baby boy,” he growls in my ear, low enough that I don’t think Lance can hear him.
And I do.
I arch against him and stare into Lance’s shocked face while my dick spurts ropes of white across the rumpled bedspread. My vision goes a little hazy at the edges but I keep my eyes open and staring at my ex-boyfriend. While his father strokes my dick until it softens.
Only then does Logan say, “Get out, Lance.”
Lance’s jaw is slack and his eyes are like saucers. “What the…” he starts. “You’re…I mean, what the…”
“Get out!” Logan roars. He’s still got his arm around me, bracing me against his chest, and his hand is loosely holding my now soft, damp cock.
Lance spins on his heel and disappears. I hear his footsteps head down the stairs.
“Oh my god,” I say. I don’t know what else to say. I came here for exactly this reason—to get revenge on Lance for cheating on me by fucking his dad—but now that Lance actually witnessed said revenge, I’m not sure how I feel.
Not triumphant, really. Or superior, or anything like that. Mostly kind of numb, as it turns out.
Logan kisses the side of my head and slowly, gently pulls out of me. Way more gently than he’d shoved into me. “I’ll talk to him,” he says while he’s pulling the condom off.
I shake my head. I’m still on my knees, kind of folded over myself without Logan holding me up, but I push myself upright with shaking arms. “No, I’ll do it.”
“Silas,” Logan starts. His voice has that fatherly concern that sends shivers down my spine, but this is a problem of my own making and I gotta deal with it.
“I’ll talk to him,” I say, and this time, Logan doesn’t argue.
I pull my jeans on. This wasn’t the way I’d planned to have it out with Lance, but I’m a big boy, despite Logan calling me his baby. I can sack up and deal with my ex.
Even if I have to do it while my hole is aching from his father fucking me and lube is slipping stickily between my ass cheeks.
Lance is standing in the middle of his childhood bedroom, looking around at the furnishings like he’s never seen them before. He crosses his arms across his chest when he sees me hovering in the doorway.
“So, what? Does this make us even now?”
“Even?” I thought I’d feel a twinge of guilt about fucking his dad, but screw that. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You caught me getting a blow job from someone else so I gotta catch you fucking my dad?”
“The difference is that you cheated on me, Lance! How many others have there been that I don’t even know about?”
He has the decency to look a little ashamed, at least. “Look, I know, okay, and I shouldn’t have done that. But you just fucked my dad, Silas.”
“Yeah, I did.” I pull my shoulders back and tuck my thumbs into the belt loops of my jeans. As usual, Lance’s eyes skitter away from my chest and my nipple piercings and rest somewhere over my shoulder. “He’s my Daddy now,” I say. And okay, I do feel a twinge of vindication when he flinches at that.
“For fuck’s sake, Silas, that’s disgusting.”
“Your dad doesn’t seem to think so. At least he isn’t a cheating asshole.”
