Chapter 129 Wanting My Best Friend's Dad
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Caleb's POV
I was fucked up over Liam, my best friend's dad, for longer than I wanted to admit.
A whole year, maybe more.
It started innocently enough. Hanging at Mia’s place after school, crashing on their couch during movie nights, stealing glances whenever he walked through the living room in those worn gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the thick outline of him.
There was nothing innocent after that first real look.
Liam was forty five. Broad shoulders, thick arms, his chest sexy as hell.
A voice that sounded like gravel wrapped in decadence. And that permanent beard that made me imagine how it would scrape the insides of my thighs.
I was nineteen.
I knew how wrong it was.
I knew he was my best friend’s dad. I knew he was straight, or at least he had never given any sign otherwise.
I knew all of that and it still didn’t stop me from getting hard every single time I thought about him bending me over the couch, shoving my shorts down just enough, spreading me open with those big rough hands and sliding in and fucking me hard.
In my head it always went the same way.
He had me on his bed, my wrists pinned above my head in one of his hands. My legs spread wide as he took in my hard dick.
His cock was thick, way thicker than mine, heavy and flushed dark at the head. I imagined the stretch, the burn, the way I would scream into the pillow while he filled me with his cum.
Sometimes I pictured him pulling out almost all the way, watching my hole beg for him then slamming back in so hard my whole body arched for him.
I jerked off thinking about it at least five nights a week.
Sometimes in my own room with the door locked. I stroked myself fast while I pictured Liam’s big hand wrapped around the back of my neck, keeping me still while he used my mouth.
I came so hard I had to bite my own arm to keep quiet.
It got worse lately.
Every time I saw him. my dick twitched like it had a mind of its own. He walked past me in the kitchen, shoulder brushing mine, and mu dick got hard, my erection straining against my boxers.
I told myself I would get over it.
I told myself it was just a phase, just hormones.
But the more I needed it, I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to look at me the way I looked at him, like he was starving and I was the only thing that could feed him.
Which was why, on a random Saturday afternoon when Mia was at her friend’s for the weekend and Liam was alone at home, I did something stupid.
Something to make all my fantasies come true.
I entered the house with the spare key.
The house was quiet, but I could hear water running upstairs.
He was in the shower.
My dick was already half hard just from thinking about it.
I climbed the stairs slowly and got upstairs. I pushed the door open and went in.
The glass shower door was foggy, but not enough to hide him.
Liam stood under the shower, the water dripping over his back, all over his ass.
But his body was tense and his right hand…
His right hand was wrapped tight around his cock.