Chapter 130 Wanting My Best Friend's Dad 2️️️️
2.
He jerked himself hard, his thick juicy cock like he was chasing something he couldn’t quite reach. I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing, the way his muscles moved.
His cock was even bigger than I imagined.
Thick.
Heavy.
And darker than the rest of him, veins standing out under his erection. The head was swollen, shiny with precum and water. Every time his fist dragged up, a bead of precum pooled at the head before getting washed away.
I couldn’t breathe. That should have been me.
I should have been licking it off.
My own dick was so hard it ached. I wanted to drop to my knees right there on the wet floor. I wanted to crawl into the shower and open my mouth for him.
I wanted him to grab my hair and feed me every inch until I choked.
“Oh fuck.” He groaned low and my stomach clenched.
I could tell he was close by the way his shoulders tensed and the way his head dropped lower, the way he chanted, “Fuck fuck fuck,” over and over again.
I should have left.
I should have walked out right then, pretended it never happened.
But I couldn’t move.
I stood staring at the man I had been jerking off to for a year, watching him fist his thick cock like he was trying to punish it…
And I was so turned on, it was dizzying.
Then he shifted and turned his head towards the door.
And our eyes locked.
He froze.
So did I.
For one endless second, neither of us moved. Water kept falling down around him. His hand was still wrapped around his erection, but he had seen me.
“Caleb?” His voice came out rough, as he growled, “What the hell are you doing?”
I swallowed hard.
But I didn't run.
Instead I took one step forward, then another, until I was right up against the glass.
“I…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About this.”
His jaw ticked once.
His hand finally dropped from his cock, but he didn’t cover himself. He didn’t turn away.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, but it didn’t sound like a warning.
It sounded like an invitation.
“I know.” I reached for my shirt and pulled it off. “But I was.”
His gaze moved down my bare chest, slow, deliberate. I kicked off my socks and my trousers. My boxer briefs next.
And soon enough, I was naked in front of him.
My best friend’s dad.
My own cock sprang free, hard and leaking, slightly curved up towards my stomach. I wasn’t as big as him, but I was aching and dripping.
For him.
I pushed the shower door open and stepped in, water hitting my skin.
Liam’s eyes darkened. His breathing turned ragged.
Good.
I dropped to my knees on the wet floor right in front of him, looking up through the water falling.
“Please,” I said, voice low and pleading. “Use me. I wanted this for so long. Just… take what you need.”
He stared down at me for a long time, the water falling over his face, his jaw ticking like he was fighting himself.
Then he reached out, his big hand sliding into my wet hair, fingers tightening at the back of my head.
“You sure about this, kid?” he rasped.
I nodded, my mouth already open and my tongue out, waiting for him.
Waiting for him to fuck my mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
And then he drove in one smooth thrust.