Page 33 of The Forbidden Summer (Pathfinders Lake #2)

He rolls them in his mouth, lapping and sucking, bathing my balls in his saliva. It drips down my taint and tickles my hole. His scruff chafes my thighs and my sac, lighting me up like electric fire.

I fist the sheets and twist my head, falling headfirst over the edge of desire.

Père takes his time working his way toward my dick, drawing out the moment until I’m begging for his mouth. “Please, Cap. Suck me. ”

Raising my head, I watch through hooded eyes as he swallows me slowly, inch by torturous inch. His fingers dig into my ass and he pulls me up into his mouth, swallowing another two inches. His head bobs up and down over my dick, slurping noisily, driving me out of my mind with need.

I almost cry when he relinquishes his hold on me and moves over my body. The sound of his knees popping makes me realize the sacrifice he was making for me, for my pleasure.

“Come up here,” I urge, patting the space beside me.

Père’s mouth finds mine immediately and we lose no time reconnecting, rolling back and forth until I end up on top. Straddling his hips, I sit astride him, my eager dick standing straight and proud, begging for attention.

“Reach in my top drawer,” Père rumbles in a gravelly voice.

Leaning back, I open his nightstand drawer and reach for the bottle of lube. I know for a fact that wasn’t there last time I opened that drawer.

Was he anticipating my return?

The thought makes me even more needy for him.

I hand him the bottle, not really knowing what to do with it. I’m just following Père’s lead. Although he hasn’t done this before either… not with a man.

Drizzling the cool liquid onto his palm, Père smears it over my dick, making my shaft slippery and glossy. I barely recognize the swollen head, now dark purple and almost twice its usual size. My precum mixes with the lube, coating my cockhead.

He reaches behind me to coat his own dick before I feel the touch of his fingers, cool and slippery, against my hole. At first, it’s just a feather-light tickle, but Père’s insistent fingers continue to brush over my opening with a light pressure that softens the tight pucker keeping him out.

The tip of his finger breaches my rim, sliding past my defenses. The invasion feels foreign, but pleasant. As he works his knuckle past my tight muscle, my ass lights up with sensation, spreading heat throughout my body.

His eyes lock onto mine as he watches every nuance of pleasure cross my face. I want him to see it, to see what he does to me, how much I want him.

His second finger feels thicker, creating a slight burn. The gentle glide of his fingers begin to loosen my passage, and the delicious heat returns.

I writhe my hips, not really able to stop myself, as I chase the feeling growing inside me.

When he touches my dick, I feel it in my balls, in my stomach, in my thighs, but this…

this feels different, more encompassing.

This fire spreads through my ass, my lower back, and up into my chest. It makes my heart beat faster and my head swim.

All too soon, he replaces his fingers with the blunt head of his fat cock, pushing softly against my hole.

“Breathe out, Van,” he instructs, still studying my face.

As soon as I do, he pushes past my rim, and my breath seizes up again, frozen in my chest. The fire burns as he works his cockhead inside another inch or two, but then he slides back out and in again, and my ass lights up like the Fourth of July.

Père reads the pleasure on my face and chuckles, gripping my hips tighter.

“You like that?”

I can only nod, scooting my hips back to take more of him.

“You’re so tight, baby, so hot. My heaven.”

Fuck yes, I want to be his heaven. I want to be the best thing that’s ever happened to him. “I-I can take more,” I pant softly, pleading with my eyes. “Give me everything, Cap. All of you.”

With a determined look in his eyes, he grips me tighter and buries his cock balls deep in me.

I cry out but bear down, accepting him, welcoming him.

For a moment, he stills, his cock pulsing inside me like a living thing.

Père searches my face, seeking reassurance.

I nod and bite my bottom lip, and he starts a slow back-and-forth glide that sets my skin on fire from the inside out.

My heart rate and breathing kick up, chills dancing along my skin that make goosebumps rise to the surface.

Never in my life have I felt anything like this, or even imagined the intensity of pleasure his cock could provide.

I feel full, but satisfied. Fulfilled. Stretched and stuffed in the best way.

The heat in his eyes, the look on his face, like he’s almost a different man, transformed by this experience, proves he feels what I’m feeling.

The muscles in his neck strain with his effort to hold back and pace himself.

His fingers dig into my hips as he bucks up into me, forcing his dick as deep as it will go.

The primal sounding grunt that leaves his lips makes my dick drip.

Père can’t get enough of me, and I almost wish he’d unleash all that desire and longing and fucking maul me, but maybe… maybe we should work up to that.

A fine sheen of sweat dots his forehead and chest. Dipping my head, I bend to lick his salty skin, and the new angle touches something deep inside me that has me crying out, frozen over his chest with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Do that again, Cap. That spot.”

He chuckles and fucks into me hard and deep, again and again, until I clutch his shoulders and hold on for dear life as the orgasm crashes over me, taking possession of my muscles and leaving me momentarily paralyzed.

My body trembles as the wave moves through me.

Père’s thighs slap against my ass as he races to finish with me.

“Fuck, Van. Gonna…” His words die off as his features tighten, and a flood of warmth fills my ass.

He came inside me.

My Père, my love, my obsession… he came inside me.

I collapse my head against his damp chest and try to catch my breath. My heart thunders and my ass burns slightly, but I’ve never felt more alive. More complete.

This is how it should be. Forever. Just us, together. Making love. Fucking. Loving. Me and Père.

“I love you,” I murmur, almost reflexively.

His fingers drag through my hair. “I love you, too.” He brushes his thumb just under my eye, like he’s memorizing the shape of me. Like maybe he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he blinks.

“I’ve never said that to anyone before,” I whisper, voice catching.

His forehead leans against mine. “I know.”

A beat of silence. The kind that hums with truth.

“And I’ve never meant it like this,” I add.

He closes his eyes, lets out a breath that sounds like a prayer, or maybe relief. “Then I guess we’re both in deep.”

“Yeah.” I smile. “And I don’t want to come up for air.”

He kisses me then, slow and sure, like a vow, and we lie there, tangled in each other, until the world fades again.

And nothing exists but this.