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My thoughts exactly. How we’d managed to get to this point, I had no idea, but he was so fucking hot and tight around me, and the way he looked…the curve of his back, his fucking sexy ass that was taking my dick so well, his lean arm muscles tensed and holding himself up on the table as he took everything I gave him. Beautiful. The way the back of his neck already had beads of sweat, teasing the ends of his hair. It made me want to lick it. This man was fucking gorgeous.
My balls were already drawing up, and there was no way I was going to be the first to come. I wasn’t the best at multitasking, but wanking a partner while keeping up a good rhythm fucking them was something I’d become quite proficient in.
Swiping my palm across the head of his cock, coating it with his precum, I wrapped my hand around Huxley’s thick erection and began stroking him up and down.
“Good?” The word was punched out of me as I slammed back into him.
A low, desperate sound came from his throat that went straight to my cock, and I just knew he was close. I was too, balancing on a knife edge, but I really wanted him to come first.
“You’re so fucking hot, Hux. Feel so good around my cock. Fucking love your dick in my hand.” Words were falling from my mouth unchecked.
Huxley’s whole body stiffened, and his dick pulsed in my grip. My eyes fell closed as I finally let go, following him over the edge as I unloaded into the condom, still gripping his dick, my hand slippery from his cum.
So. Good.
But there was no time to bask in the afterglow. He was already pulling away from me, awkwardness descending between us, reality hitting hard as we both took in the fact that we’d just fucked in our parents’ kitchen at ten in the morning with the sun streaming through the windows and doors, and there was now lube and cum desecrating the polished herringbone flooring. And the table.
That wasn’t even the worst part.
No.
The worst part happened about two seconds after I’d pulled out of Huxley. His phone started ringing.
It was on the kitchen table in front of us. Maybe he was cum-drunk or something, so he wasn’t thinking straight, but he immediately swiped to answer it, and as he did so, I saw the name on the screen.
Dad.
Fucking fuck.
“Huxley.” David’s voice came clearly through the phone because I was standing so close to Huxley. With my softening dick in my hand and a condom full of cum. There were so many things wrong in this scenario.
Stepping away from where Huxley was slumped over the table, I dealt with the condom and then crossed back over to him so I could grab my shorts. I winced at the mess on the floor. I was so going to nominate Huxley for clean-up duty.
“Yeah…he…uh, he’s here,” Huxley was saying into the phone, shooting me a quick, panicked glance. My eyes widened and I shook my head, backing away, but it was too late. He’d already put the phone on speaker.
“Cole! You’re here!” My mum’s voice came through the phone. I gritted my teeth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Huxley pull his shorts back on.
“Hi, Mum.”
“I’m glad we caught both our sons together,” she said, and I bit down on my tongue, so I didn’t give in to the sudden urge to laugh. Not that there was anything funny about the situation.
“This is an unexpected surprise. We have some news for you both.” David came back on the line. “Unfortunately, we’ve had to cut our honeymoon short. There’s been a rather urgent situation at the office that needs to be managed delicately, and I have no choice but to be there to oversee things. We’ll be back tomorrow night.”
They said some other things, but my brain could only focus on the words we’ll be back tomorrow night.
When the call ended, Huxley dropped his head to the table with a groan, thumping it against the wooden surface once, then again for good measure.
“Great. They’ll be back tomorrow, and I found out yesterday that my car was written off. They can’t repair it. My dad’s gonna lose his shit when he finds out that I’ve wrecked it.”
“Do you think he’d react worse to that than finding out his stepson fucked his son?” I mused, trying to lighten the situation. Not that he’d find out—that would be a secret we took to the grave.
“Fuck off, you’re not helping.” Hux spun around, shoving at my chest, and I stumbled backwards, unprepared.
“Okay, okay. Calm down. Let’s think about this for a second.” My brain started whirring, finally recovering from the epic dicking I’d given him. “You had a private number plate, yeah?”
“Yeah…”
“Okay, so, we just need to find another car that’s the same model and colour as your scrapped car, and then transfer the plate to it. Your dad will never know.”
