Chapter 15 Daniel
DANIEL
After my jog with Elliot, which included an unexpected dip in the ocean, I had to take a long, long shower to clear my head.
Yet, the hot water running down my face did no such thing, and even now, all I could think of when I closed my eyes was the touch of Elliot’s lips brushing against mine.
I let out a sharp intake of air as chills ran down my spine, and opening my eyes, I stared down at the organ responsible for this madness.
Full and heavy, my cock dared me to touch it, nearly begging for my undivided attention.
Drowning in the bliss of temptation, and against better judgment, I wrapped one hand around my length and slowly began to move my fist along the shaft.
Images of Elliot’s naked body quickly filled my mind, causing me to increase the pace until it was his ass I imagined thrusting into and not my tight fist. A throaty groan escaped me at the thought, and I tightened my grip while imagining it was Elliot’s sweet hole squeezing me.
Would he let me fuck him senseless? Or would he take charge?
My body tensed with the idea of him giving me orders, instructing me how to move, thrust, fuck him, and I bit my lips, nearly bursting on the spot.
With my cock pulsing and aching for relief, I pushed my free hand against the shower wall, my muscles tensing as I stroked myself faster.
I briefly opened my eyes, only to close them again and dream of Elliot being here, bucking against this very wall as I fucked into him with all that I had.
My cock jerked, eager to fill Elliot’s ass with my cum and breed him until it leaked out of him.
I’d never done it before, breeding, nor had I fantasized about it until right at this moment.
Now, all I wanted was to have Elliot pumped full of my cum and begging for more.
I continued rubbing myself to those lewd thoughts until my arousal reached its climax.
I took a sharp intake of air as pleasure radiated from my balls straight to my stiff cock, and I thrust my hips forward as I erupted at once and shot my release all over the shower wall.
My body shuddered with pleasure as I continued to come with Elliot’s face in mind until I was done for.
Just then, as I stood naked in the shower, chest heaving and the crown of my cock glistening with cum, someone tried to open the bathroom door.
My heart nearly dropped to the floor as I heard my wife’s voice coming from the other side a second later, and I thanked God I remembered to lock the freaking door.
“Why is it locked?” Claudia asked out loud before knocking. “Daniel, are you in there?”
“Y-yes,” I called while quickly cleaning the evidence of my wrongdoing from the shower wall.
“Just a second,” I added, out of breath.
Once it had all washed down the drain, along with my unrealistic thoughts of breeding our twenty-year-old private chef, who was a man on top of it all, I turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, which I wrapped around my waist.
“Sorry, I just took a shower,” I told Claudia once I opened the door to meet her suspicious face.
“Since when do you lock the door when you shower?” She narrowed her brown eyes at me.
Thinking of what to say, I ran a hand through my wet hair. “I don’t know… I didn’t think about it.”
Darting her eyes down my body, she gave me a knowing look. “Were you having fun by yourself, honey?” she teased, half a smirk on her red lips.
I nearly choked on my own spit over being caught so easily.
“Relax. I’m just teasing you.” She patted my chest. “But next time, invite me to join you. I’m your wife. It’s my job to take care of you.” She chuckled at my clear embarrassment.
“Claudia,” I huffed, only causing her to laugh harder as she walked past me on her way inside the bathroom. Quietly, I watched her go over to the sink, where she grabbed a jar of her hand cream and opened the lid.
“While you went out for your run, I was left to handle a mini crisis,” she said while applying a decent amount of cream to her tan skin.
“How so?”
“Elliot didn’t wake up, and I had to cook Maya breakfast myself.”
My heart spiked at the mention of Elliot at the same time guilt overtook me. Guilt because Elliot didn’t oversleep at all. In fact, he was up before the sun rose and only lied about it because, at that time, instead of doing the job he was paid to do, he went swimming with me.
“And then, if that wasn’t bad enough, your parents called to announce they’re joining us for a late lunch.”
The mention of my folks was enough to pull me back together, and I scowled. “What? Why?”
“I have no clue, but they’re coming soon.” Claudia put down her cream and turned around.
My brows furrowed. “What will we eat?”
Passing by me on her way out, she shrugged. “Whatever Elliot is cooking.”
The idea of my father, my extremely homophobic and rude father, meeting my precious Elliot struck me with worry, and I coughed to clear my dry throat. “Why can’t we all go eat at the country club?”
“It’s already too late for that, honey,” Claudia said without batting an eye. “Finish up in here and come downstairs, okay? Maya also wants to show you her new book.”
It only took a few words for reality to slip back in and remind me of right and wrong.
The more I yearned for Elliot, the worse a husband, son, and father I became.
I didn’t enjoy being this selfish man who hid from his wife behind locked doors.
But despite all that, at this moment, all I wished was to go down to the kitchen and spend hours watching Elliot do just about anything.
Him existing next to me used to be enough, but not anymore.
Not after I got a taste of his lips and experienced the warmth of his touch.
So perhaps this selfishness wasn’t a conscious choice but rather a result of an unfulfilled desire that had long since reached its boiling point.
Walking between the flower beds, I admired the red hue of the rose petals as their fragrance carried through the warm air—
“Don’t Claudia’s tits look magnificent in that dress she’s wearing?”
My father’s entirely inappropriate comment reminded me he was here, and repulsed, I looked away from the roses to stare ahead at where Claudia was walking with Maya and Mother.
“I’d appreciate it if we didn’t discuss my wife’s breasts,” I said, trying to stay composed despite the way my dad continued to stare at her cleavage. While she wore a beautiful floral dress that complemented her curvy figure, Father had no reason to bring it up so bluntly.
Staying put and with one hand shoved in his trousers, Father continued ogling my wife. “I bet you like sucking on those tits, don’t you, son?” His stare moved to me. “One lucky bastard.” He laughed, patting my shoulder.
An actual chill ran down my spine at his words, and I gnawed at the inside of my cheek to contain my growing irritation.
“They’re even bigger than I remembered.” His eyes slid back to her. “Is she knocked up?”
My brows furrowed at his bizarre question. “What?”
“Claudia. Is she pregnant again? With a pair like that—”
“No, she isn’t,” I cut him off before he could continue spouting this nonsense.
“Well, she should be.” He moved a hand over his jaw. “At your age, I already had the three of you.” He tsked. “It’s about damn time you start bringing me more grandchildren.”
With a sigh, I looked ahead at my wife and daughter. “Maya is all that we need, and besides, Claudia just got back to work this year, and she wants to focus on her career.”
To be fair, I never even wanted children.
Having another person to lie to for the rest of my life felt unfair, but Claudia wanted a child, and already feeling like I’d stolen too much from her, I didn’t have the heart to take that, too.
And while grateful for Maya, that was it for me.
To Father’s disappointment, I had no intention to have any more children.
“Enough with that career bullshit.” He snorted. “A woman’s place is at home. Take your mother, for example. She’s been a good wife and a great mom. As she should have.”
I fought hard not to roll my eyes, because Mother had been anything but that.
“Is that what you wish for Catherine? To be nothing but a wife?”
“She’ll be lucky if any man wants her with the way she’s whoring herself around the city,” he grunted just as the girls turned to look at us.
“We’re going back home for some iced tea before lunch. Would you care to join us?” Claudia asked.
I wanted to say yes, hoping to escape Father, as I’d had more than enough of this so-called quality time. Unfortunately, he refused the invitation before I could utter a word, insisting that we had a lot more to discuss.
Balking at the missed opportunity, I stared at the girls walking away.
“She has gained some weight, though, hasn’t she?” he said once they were gone, and I sighed.
“I don’t think my wife’s weight should concern you—”
“I’m just pointing things out, son.” He scratched his neck with his chunky fingers, which always reminded me of sausages. “There’s nothing like a thin pussy, you know?”
As a matter of fact, no, I wouldn’t know, as I want nothing to do with “pussy.” Besides, what the hell did that even mean?
“You should have seen that country club waitress I fucked last night. What a hot piece of ass… I’m telling you, she had a waist so small I feared it would snap in two.
And the way that girl rocked my cock?” He whistled while shaking his head.
“If only I were your age… trust me, I would have fucked her all night.” He then laughed so loud it scared away the birds around us.
“What I’m saying is that you should enjoy life, son.
Just ’cause you’re married, it doesn’t mean it’s the end.
What your wife doesn’t know…” He elbowed me with a wink.
If, in the past, Father’s affairs made my stomach clench, now, they didn’t as much.
Especially when he treated me as his confidant, telling me things I wished to know nothing about.
And while the fact that I didn’t care about his infidelity should have worried me, instead, I found the idea disturbingly appealing.
Because as he went on describing that waitress’s body, how soft her skin was, and how full her lips were, all I could think about was Elliot and how good his lips tasted.
I also thought about how easily I’d lied to Claudia this morning, and not just today, but ever since Elliot stepped into my life.
But then again, I wasn’t the same as my father.
Was I? I didn’t see Elliot as a hot piece of ass, but actually had feelings for him—
“When did you start hiring a bunch of fairies, huh?” Father snarled, and I turned to look at who he was staring at with such disdain.
Surprisingly, what I saw bothered me even more than his choice of words.
There, not far from the east side of the house, where the staff kitchen was, Elliot was taking a smoke break.
Except he wasn’t alone, and right next to him, leaning against the wall, was none other than Claudia’s idiotic tennis coach.
What was this moron’s name, Louise? Lachlan?
Oh, right, Lucas. Ugh. What a trashy name.
As I continued staring daggers into Lucas’s big head, I also tried listening to their conversation. I couldn’t hear what they were saying since we were too far away, but from the look of it, their exchange was nothing if not flirtatious. Enough for even my father to call them out.
Just then, that imbecile said something that made Elliot laugh, and of course, he didn’t miss the chance to lean even closer to my French prince, a greedy smile on his lips as he did.
My blood boiled, causing my heart to hammer fast in my chest as I remembered how Elliot had laughed with me this morning.
Was this his thing? Going around and making men drool after him?
Did he even care about me or stop to think about the risk I took to spend those stolen moments with him?
The way he just patted Lucas’s bicep was enough of an answer, and I bit my bottom lip, sickened by the bitter taste of jealousy that settled at the back of my throat.
Thankfully, Elliot put an end to my torture soon enough as he stubbed out his cigarette and went back inside the house, leaving Lucas behind to stare at his ass.
I’ve had enough of this.
“Will you excuse me,” I said to my father, not caring for a response, before strolling toward Lucas, who was still smoking his cigarette like some brainless hooligan.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, my voice tight with rage as I approached the moron.
Lucas, who’d only now noticed me, pushed back from the wall he leaned against and straightened up.
“Oh, hey there—”
“Hey there?” I snarled, stopping in his face. “Am I your friend?”
His brows scrunched up. “What?”
“Are you trying to piss me off?” I barked.
“W-what?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Is that the only word you’re able to come up with?”
Swallowing hard, he shook his head. “N-no, of course not.”
“So stop spitting out nonsense, and tell me what you are doing here.”
With the cigarette still in his hand, he shrugged. “Claudia had practice this morning.”
I checked my watch.
“And yet, it’s past noon, and you’re still here?” I raised my eyes to meet his.
“Well, yeah, I hung out for a bit—”
“To smoke on my property and harass my employees.”
He jerked back. “Harass? I only spoke to Elliot. That’s all, I swear.”
And even though I knew they only spoke, the fact that he knew Elliot’s name was more than enough of a reason to push me to my limits and challenge my patience.
“You’re fired.”
Lucas’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I’ll make sure to pay what you’re owed for the rest of the summer, but don’t bother coming back.”
“B-but—”
“If you do return, I’ll make sure to press charges against you for trespassing,” I said, fully aware of how wrong I was and how petty I was acting.
And if all of that wasn’t enough proof, my father’s satisfied smile once I turned to face him said it all.
Lucas did nothing wrong, while I… I couldn’t say the same about myself.