Page 21 of Don’t Call Me Son

Colt frees himself from his sweatpants with a quiet rustle. A second later I feel the heavy, hot weight of his bare cock resting between my cheeks.

“Oh fuck…” I breathe, gripping the edge of the sink.

He doesn’t push inside. He just slides his thick length slowly between my ass cheeks, hot and heavy, the head catching against my hole on every pass. He’s not even trying to be subtle anymore.

“Shh,” he murmurs against the back of my neck, filthily. “Just keep washing the dishes, baby.”

I try; I really do. But my hands are shaking as I rinse the plate and set it aside. Colt keeps rocking against me, letting me feel every inch of him; the heat, the thickness, the way he throbs every time I twitch.

One of his hands stays on my hip, holding me steady, while the other reaches around to wrap loosely around my cock through my boxers, stroking me lazily.

“You’re so fucking hard already,” he groans quietly. “All this just from me teasing your tight little hole?”

I bite my lip hard to stay quiet, hips pushing back against him instinctively. The water’s still running, masking some of the sounds.

Colt leans in closer, lips brushing my ear. “Been thinking about this since last night,” he whispers. “About bending you over and sliding in deep.”

He gives one slow, firm thrust between my cheeks, the head of his cock pressing right against my entrance; not pushing in, just teasing.

I whimper softly, forehead dropping forward. “Colt.”

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, still stroking me. “We’ve got time. But fuck… you feel good like this.”

I freeze completely when I hear the bathroom door open upstairs. “Colt?” Mom calls out. “Can you grab me a proper towel please? I grabbed a head towel by mistake, and I don’t want to soak the hallway carpet!”

My heart slams against my ribs. I’m about to panic and shove Colt away, but he doesn’t stop. He deliberately lets the thick head of his cock press harder against my hole and pushes in just the tiniest bit of his tip; raw, hot, and stretching me slightly.

Colt’s hand clamps firmly over my mouth, muffling the sound as he answers her in the most normal voice. “Yeah, one sec, love!”

Mom shouts back a quick “Thank you!” and closes the bathroom door again.

The second she does, Colt groans low and filthy right against my ear, pushing his tip a little deeper for just a second before pulling out completely.

“Fuck, baby… not long now,” he rasps, voice dark with want. “Soon as she’s gone to work, I’m gonna slide every thick inch of this cock right back into that tight little hole and fuck you stupid.”

He presses one last dirty kiss to the side of my neck, then smoothly pulls my robe back down, tucks himself away into his sweatpants like nothing happened, and walks out of the kitchen to grab Mom a towel.

I’m left gripping the edge of the sink, legs shaking, face burning, and painfully hard. Holy shit.

Chapter Nine

Archie

Mom’s finally heading out the door. “Bye, love!” she calls to Colt as she unlocks her car. “I’ll see you both later!”

“Drive safe,” Colt replies from the porch, standing there like always, watching until her car pulls away and disappears down the street.

The second her taillights are gone; my stomach flips hard. Oh my god. Colt is about to dominate my ass; literally.

The realization hits me like a truck. All the teasing from earlier, the way he felt against me in the kitchen, the filthy promises he growled in my ear… it’s all about to happen. No more interruptions, no more sneaking; just him and me.

Giddy nerves explode in my chest. My face heats up; I feel like I might actually vibrate out of my skin. I panic and launch myself off the couch, bolting through the living room and into the hallway like my life depends on it. I take the stairs two at a time, heart hammering, and slam the door shut behind me and dive under the covers, yanking them up over my head like that could somehow hide me from the overwhelming anticipation.

I’m breathing fast under the blanket, curled up in a ball, half-laughing and half-terrified. What the hell am I doing?

I can already hear Colt’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Then his deep, sexy laugh from the hallway, low and amused. “Archie… why did you run from Daddy?”

Oh my god.