He's Mine Not Hers

by Gianni Holmes

  Oh, the heat I saw in them. The desire and need.

  “Daddy, will you make love to me now?” I whispered.

  “Jesus,” he muttered.

  “Please,” I added for good measure.

  “Jason.”

  “What?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You know I’ve been wanting this to happen for a long time, but now more than ever.”

  “This is a bad idea,” he replied, but I leaned forward and kissed his jaw.

  “Why?”

  “You’re Becca’s son.”

  I snorted. “Nice try. We both know she doesn’t mind. In fact, she told me to prep for you tonight, so I’m pretty sure she knew it was inevitable.”

  He jerked his head away and peered at me. “You two talked about me?”

  I licked my lips. “Just like a minute of conversation.”

  “Well, there’s something else.”

  “What?”

  He sighed, hands landing on my thighs and kneading. “You’ve never done this before, have you, Jace?”

  I wanted to bluff my way through it and lie about it, but at some point he would find out the truth anyway. I was no anal sex expert, but for someone who’d never indulged before, he had to notice.

  “So?” I asked.

  “So I’m not sure you’re first time should be with someone like me. You might mistake certain things that happen for something else.”

  I stared at him, bewildered. “You think I’m going to mistake sex for love?”

  He shrugged. “Well, you’re pretty idealistic.”

  “But not stupid,” I countered. “I know what sex is, and I know I’ve wanted it with you for the longest time. Daddy Luke, I know you’ll be gentle with me. What else could I ask for as a first time?”

  I reached for the robe and untied it, revealing my body to him. He looked. No, he feasted on me, his gaze roving my chest and my clean-shaven cock—firm and fully erect.

  “Sweet boy, you do know how to tempt me, don’t you?” He brought the beer bottle to his lips and emptied it, his eyes never leaving what I had on display. “For your sake I wish I were a saint. Then I’d be able to walk away from your offering, but I can’t. Not anymore.”

  Scooting to the edge of the sofa, he placed the bottle on the floor and rose with me in his arms. I was so overjoyed I kissed him, wrapping my legs more securely around his waist, the robe falling open around us. I glimpsed his open eyes as he carefully maneuvered the stairs up to his bedroom. I kissed his chin, his cheekbones, and his neck.

  Once in his bedroom, Lucas brought me over to the bed where he laid me down gently. I’d always thought my first time would be desperate and wild because I’d waited so long, but here he was moving with slow precision as though giving me the chance to change my mind if I wanted.

  “You want to stop this at any time, baby boy, just say the word,” he remarked, confirming my suspicion.

  “I want you so much,” I said in response.

  He was still wearing the pair of jeans he’d had on earlier but had taken off his outer shirt. While he worked on undressing, I knelt in the center of the bed, conscious of his eyes on me. With a finger in my mouth, I slowly removed the robe completely from my frame.

  “Fuck. You’re the embodiment of perfection.”

  I already felt better about my failure earlier. Maybe I’d only be able to perform for him. In any event, I was enjoying this performance. I ran my wet finger over the tight circles of my nipples. A shiver ran down my spine. I never expected them to be that sensitive, but the way Lucas was looking at me, my body was already electrified.

  I prayed like hell I didn’t embarrass myself tonight and come within a minute of him touching me.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, voice low and guttural as if looking at me pained him. In a good way. “I’m afraid to touch you.”

  “Why? I can’t wait for you to touch me.”

  He held out his hands. “You’re so pure and perfect. I’m afraid touching you will taint you. That I’ll destroy you.”

  I chuckled softly. “You’re thinking too much. I want this. Now give it to me.”

  For good measure, I crawled over to the edge of the bed on my knees. Still wearing his pants but shirtless, Lucas unzipped as he approached the bed. I breathed hard, heart thumping against the mattress while I waited for him to reveal himself to me.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned when he pulled down his jeans and boxers. His cock sprung free with such buoyance I startled. He was already hard, and darker than I would have guessed. It might have been from all the blood flowing. Seeing in the flesh what I had glimpsed behind his boxers the morning after thieves had robbed us of our groceries made me feel better about coming.

  I didn’t wait for him to ask. I grasped the base of his cock, sliding my hand down to cup his balls as I sucked the plump head glistening with precum into my mouth. The glans was so soft, I found myself playing with the tip of his cock, allowing my tongue to frolic to its delight.

  When Lucas’s fingers drifted in my hair, urging me to take him in deeper, I complied, opening wide, but not too wide because I wanted to feel the smooth flesh decorated with bumpy veins that my lips claimed along its exploration. I couldn’t take all of him, but he didn’t demand more than I could give.

  He allowed me to set my own pace, and boy was it fun to get to know him almost as well as I knew myself. Maybe even more because I didn’t know my taste or the feel of my cock in my mouth. The thought that I knew him more than I did myself drove me to suck him deeper, harder.

  Lucas let go of my hair, his hands climbing up his hairy chest. He found his nipples and strummed them between his thumb and forefingers. His groans got louder, more guttural until he was pulling me off his cock and tugging me upright to kiss me.

  “Even your kisses are sweet,” he murmured against my lips.

  “Hmm.” I stole another kiss, moaning as thrills ran down my body each time his tongue stroked mine.

  “Here, lie back onto the bed.”

  He quickly got rid of the rest of his clothes, rifled through his drawer, and took out supplies he then dropped onto the bed. He climbed between my legs, and I clutched his sides, pulling him into me as we kissed some more. His hands could not remain still. They roamed my body, pressing, caressing, squeezing until I was panting and squirming beneath him.

  “I love the way you move beneath me,” he said as he slithered down my body and found my cock.

  I thought he would suck me off, but he raised my legs, draping them over his shoulders. His lips found my opening, and he proceeded to remind me why I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about having sex with him since the kitchen incident. His tongue reached places in my body I had no idea it could, eliciting moans that made me hoarse.

  “Oh Daddy,” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “Please. Oh God, that’s so good.”

  The disappointment I felt went he replaced my hips to the bed was short-lived. He reached for the lube, squirting the liquid into his hand before rubbing over my hole. I jerked by reflex, and he made a calming sound.

  “I’ll go slow,” he promised.

  I nodded, but a part of me still feared what I knew was to come. I expected pain. There was always pain the first time, right? But it should get better and better the more times we did it, and I planned to do it as often as I could to get to the point where I could start enjoying it.

  Lucas bent his head and captured my cock with his lips. My fear fled at the superb way he sucked on my dick lavishly. He did such fine work, brandishing his hot tongue over my shaft, I almost missed him working his finger into my hole. Almost but not quite because although it was one finger, it was one finger too many.

  “Daddy!” I gasped.

  He continued sucking, circling my puckered hole with his finger before dipping the nail inside. Just like that he toyed with me, staying true to his word in giving me enough prep time. I lost track of how long he spent just getting that finger all the way in un
til he was sliding it in and out of me without hindrance.

  “You’re doing fine,” he praised, releasing my cock. “I’ll just work another finger, then possibly another. You tell me if anything hurts.”

  I nodded, and he pressed my legs wider apart. With his free hand, he caressed my cock while with the other, he opened me up. Two fingers definitely brought on the tightness and a bit of sting, but with the care he spent, I took him in eventually.

  Then there were three, and he had to stop, kissing me and letting me adjust to the unfamiliar feel. He kissed my face, not just my lips, whispering that I was his beautiful boy.

  He pulled out his fingers and made quick work of slipping the condom on and applying more lube before he settled himself over me again. Arms bracketed on either side of my head, his eyes found mine, and I couldn’t look away even as I felt him nudge my legs apart.

  My thighs trembled. My breathing shallowed and nerves took over.

  “Look at me, baby,” he murmured. “That’s it. Just keep looking at Daddy. Watch Daddy make love to you.”

  His tip pressed against my hole with more ease than I’d have thought. I gripped his shoulders, willing to let him take the lead as the more experienced of the both of us. He kissed me, over and over, tongue intertwining with mine as his thrusts started small before pushing him deeper and deeper.

  Before I knew it, he was fully inside me, and I was clinging to him, afraid to move for fear I’d do something wrong.

  “Daddy Luke!” I gasped.

  “Hmm, sweet boy?”

  “Oh God, you’re inside me!”

  He chuckled softly, burying his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. “Feels so fucking good. You?”

  “Err.” I had no idea.

  He chuckled and kissed me. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it feel good. Just give me a minute. You’re so fucking tight my balls want to be unruly and make me come early.”

  I peered into his face and asked hesitantly, “Is that a good thing?”

  “A very good thing, but I’ll make you come first. It’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.”

  I wasn’t sure how I was going to come with him inside my ass. Every damn porno I’d watched made this seem so easy, but experiencing everything firsthand was quite different. Quite real! My cock had already deflated in the time he’d taken to enter me.

  “You don’t have to wait for me,” I said, embarrassed.

  “Well, aren’t you the virgin martyr?”

  He carefully pulled out and rolled us over until I was half-lying on top of him. I expected him to plop me right back onto his cock, but he was full of surprises. He claimed my lips with his, fingers running through my hair before exploring my face while his other hand roamed my body. I liked kissing him, so I was all for that although I was disappointed he didn’t seem to want to continue to have sex. Right when I was getting the hang of it.

  His hand landed on my butt with a slap that echoed in the room, but despite the sound, it barely stung. He continued kneading my ass and never once stopped kissing me. My cock was quite hard once more, and I unwrapped our lips, gasping for breath.

  “Can we try again?” I asked.

  “You thought we were finished?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Baby, we’ve got all night. There’s no rush.”

  “But everything is kind of driving me insane,” I whispered. ”I think it’s beginning to feel good.”

  “Good, but when I’m through with you, there won’t be a question in your mind of whether or not it feels good.”

  We rolled again until I was lying on my side, Lucas behind me. He grasped my upper leg and hooked it with his arm. I braced my ass in his direction, confident this time I knew what he wanted. He kissed my back as he fed me his cock once more.

  I remained hard as he rocked against me gently. His thrusts were deep but slow, and I knew he was holding himself in check because he didn’t want to hurt me. His consideration and care were even sexier than the act itself and, I gave up the last bit of reservation I was holding on to, trusting him with my body and my pleasure.

  “Oh fuck,” he grunted, then took my hand to keep my leg up while he reached for my cock, stroking me according to the tempo in his hips which was picking up beat. His strokes packed more punch but remained just as controlled.

  “Fuck!” I echoed him at the sparks that he now ignited in my bones, the lava streaming through my veins. I bit down into the arm that was under my head as he stroked me faster, harder. “Oh my God, Daddy.”

  “Feels good?” he growled, licking the shell of my ear.

  “Hmm mmm,” I whimpered, turning my head in his direction. He kissed me briefly, but I didn’t pull away. His hot breath hitting my lips, my cheeks sent warmth spreading throughout my body.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck. Fuck.”

  Hearing Lucas lose it was the last piece that fit into the puzzle of us. Of the million times I’d made myself come, none compared to the way my body jerked against Lucas’s. I shot cum all over my thigh and the sheet. Tingles and mini explosions went off in my body even after he squeezed the last drop out of me.

  “Ugh,” Lucas grunted behind me. “So fucking tight, boy. Goddamn.” His grunts were a refrain I wouldn’t mind hearing again and again.

  He released my cock to grasp me by the hip as he thrust into me, holding me to him like he never wanted to let go. His pelvis slapped into my ass, and he went taut behind me, trying to control his thrusts, but it was a lost cause. He plunged deeper, harder, using me for his pleasure. His teeth sank into my shoulder, nipping me as he shuddered, emptying inside the barrier that prevented me from having him inside me.

  He collapsed against my back and buried his face in my neck.

  We didn’t speak for a while as we both tried to catch our breaths. I’d barely done anything and I was still trying to catch my breath. He turned me over to lie on my back while he loomed over me.

  “So?”

  I hooked an arm around his neck and pressed my lips to his. “How soon can we do it again?”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Lucas

  Roses. No, something purple because that’s his favorite color. A nice cup of peppermint tea and a big breakfast because after last night, he would be ravenous.

  All thoughts I fell asleep to with the intention of waking up early and making Jason breakfast in bed. I overslept, but in all fairness, I’d outdone myself last night. In response to his “how soon can we do it again?” I’d taken to show him the different ways a man could love on another man without penetration. When I’d been done with him, he’d had the biggest smile on his face as he curled up into me and fell asleep.

  Jason wasn’t the best sleeping companion which was understandable given he’d not shared a bed with a sibling or a lover. Twice during the night I’d had to switch sides because he was a clinger. The sort that pushed you right to the edge.

  By morning he must have gotten a better hang of it because he was back on his own pillow, sprawled on his belly, face turned away from me. He had kicked off the sheet, and his nakedness displayed the aftermath of our lovemaking. I’d been as gentle with him as I could. Damn, I’d shown more restraint than I knew I had in me. We’d made sweet love given it was his first time, and I wanted it to be good for him. Still, my hands left marks all over his fair complexion especially on his hips and ass where I’d gripped him.

  I stared at him for almost half an hour, watching the rise and fall of his slender back. I wanted to spread his cheeks and fuck him with my tongue, and the urge was so strong I rolled out of bed. He deserved his rest and enough time to recover. Hell, I needed time to recover.

  After using the bathroom, I dressed to start the day off right with the breakfast I’d planned out in my head for Jason. I had an interview later at two, but I wasn’t expecting much. It was my first attempt to secure another job since I was fired. It was a smaller restaurant with a different clientele, and I was hoping to spin that to my advantag
e.

  Miss Puss was waiting just outside the bedroom door. As soon as I opened it, she sauntered in by me. She jumped onto the bed and pawed at the sheet before burrowing down into the space beside Jason, waiting for her master to wake up.

  I left the door ajar in case the cat wanted to leave. Despite the shitshow that was my life, maybe Jason could turn all that around for me. Maybe he was my lucky charm. I might have lost my job and the respect of those in my profession, but I still had my house and car. He could even move in with me if he didn’t find somewhere else to move to when their eviction notice came to fruition.

  If Becca had only herself to think about, she would manage better financially, but she would always worry about Jason otherwise. His job didn’t pay him enough to move out on his own, but what was I able to offer him now anyway since I was in the same rut?

  I’d barely set the ingredients out to make him plantain fritters for breakfast when the doorbell rang. I set everything aside and went to answer it.

  “Dad?”

  My father, Lucas Bronte Sr., stood at my door, dressed in his usual Armani power suit. He looked sharp and fit for a man in his late sixties. Anyone would have thought him a decade younger. He wore his gray hair with grace and made quite the image of a respectable distinguished businessman.

  “Hello, son.”

  I straightened my spine and met his formidable energy with my own. My stepmother used to say we were too alike, which was at the heart of our contention, but I couldn’t disagree more. We were nothing alike. I would never try to force a child of mine to do something they didn’t want because it stroked my ego.

  “What do you want?”

  “It’s good to see you too,” he replied, ignoring the frostiness of my tone. “May I come in? We need to talk.”

  “Why now?”

  “Because it’s the right time. There’s a lot of things we left unsaid between us the last time. I thought to try again.”

  Mindful that Jason was upstairs and could wake up any minute, I sighed and walked away, leaving the door open for him to do whatever. I should have led him to the living room for us to discuss things, but I’d be damned if I disturbed my routine because he’d dropped by for whatever reason.