24. Not Ready
“So what’s it like?” Nico asks as he sprawls on the sofa, Xbox controller in hand. Logan and Luca are in the kitchen, arguing about the correct amount of cheese.
“What?” I press a button on the other controller, and the game’s intro tune fills the room.
“Fucking your stepdad.”
I snort. “He’s not my stepdad anymore, and besides, it was a long time ago.”
Nico flashes a wicked smile. “But he’s your daddy, right?”
I nod, and when I speak, I can’t help but sound defensive. “Yeah. He is.”
“Well, something must be working between you two. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have abandoned us like this.” His voice is casual, but I can hear the subtle bitterness underneath.
I huff out a laugh. “I haven’t abandoned you.” Sure, I’ve spent a lot of nights at Logan’s place, but Nico makes it seem like a grave betrayal.
“Well,” he mutters. “As long as he treats you well.”
“He does.” My lips turn up in a smile, and I glance at Logan in the kitchen. He and Luca seem to have agreed on the ingredients, and now Luca’s boiling pasta while Logan cuts up vegetables.
“If he starts to act up, just say the word,” Nico says.
The implied threat in his words makes me laugh, and I reply by overtaking his car in the game.
He curses in Italian, and we spend a few minutes focused on the game while Logan and Luca finish cooking.
Eventually, Luca calls us to “get off our asses and set the table,” and we make a competition out of who can do it quicker.
Nico slams the cutlery beside the plates while I balance four glasses in my hands. It’s a miracle I don’t drop them.
“Boys,” Luca says, exasperated, but we don’t stop.
“Oliver.” Logan’s voice booms.
I pause in the middle of throwing napkins at Nico. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Nico and Luca exchange a look, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
Logan rounds the counter and pulls me into a half-hug. He murmurs in my ear, “It’s okay. Now, be a good boy and sit at the table.”
God, I hope the twins didn’t hear that. I’m not as embarrassed about my kinks as I used to be, but that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable displaying them in front of the twins. Especially not when my body reacts as strongly as ever to Logan’s touch and voice.
I take a seat in a hurry to hide my embarrassing reaction to that tiny moment, and Logan carries the pan of pasta to the table. The food is as amazing as I expected it to be, and even Luca seems pleased.
“Did I pass the test?” Logan asks, amused.
Luca shrugs. “It’s not bad.”
“It’s awesome,” Nico says with his mouth full of pasta and sauce all over his chin, and Luca gives him an eye roll.
Logan just smiles and twirls the pasta around his fork. He looks proud.
Beaming at him, I put a hand on his thigh under the table. “You think this is good? You should try his pancakes.”
He smiles in reply and puts his hand on top of mine, and a warm feeling settles in my skin, my veins, and my very bones. God, I’m so freaking in love with him that I feel like my heart might burst.
After dinner, we move to the sofa and put on a movie. At least, we planned to put on a movie. Nico and Luca fight over which one to pick, and eventually, they give up and throw the remote to Logan and me.
We’re lying on the end of the L-shaped couch, allowing us to stretch our legs. Logan has his arm around me, and I’m cuddling into him, not really caring which movie we end up with. I’m with Daddy; that’s all that matters.
“How about this one?” he asks, nodding at the TV.
“That one’s old,” Luca says.
“Not as old as him,” Nico snickers with a glance at Logan, and I send them a look. Nico waves a hand. “Not that we mind. It’s kind of hot.” I raise a brow at that, and Nico grumbles, “I mean, I get it.”
Luca elbows Nico in the side. “We’re the last people to judge someone’s preferences. Right, Nico?”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”
“Like I said, we’re the last people to judge.” He glances at Logan. “You’re safe with us.”
“Thank you,” Logan says, voice thick, and I tighten my grip on his arm.
As we watch the movie, I feel calmer than I have in ages. I don’t have the low-grade anxiety that always seems to be present, even when I’m snuggling into Logan’s warm embrace. After a while of trying to pinpoint why, I realize the answer.
This whole evening with the twins, I’ve felt like we’re just another couple—not forbidden lovers, not a secret needed to be hidden behind closed doors. I can tell Logan’s thinking about something, though. He doesn’t seem focused on the movie, and his fingers stroke my hand absentmindedly.
“Where do you want to sleep?” he asks during the end credits.
“Here,” I mumble into the crook of his arm.
“In your room?”
“Yeah.” When he doesn’t reply, I realize he’s unsure if I want him to go home or stay here and sleep in my bed. The answer should be obvious as far as I’m concerned. “Want to sleep with Daddy,” I whisper, and a pleased sound rumbles deep in his chest.
“Let’s go get ready.”
Reluctantly, I untangle myself from his embrace and go take a shower and brush my teeth. The twins have gone off to their rooms, so I only wear a towel when I pad out of the bathroom. When I open my bedroom door, Logan’s sitting on my bed.
In some ways, it feels weird to have him here, in a place that looks quite similar to my childhood room back at Mom’s. Action figures line my desk, just like they did back home, and the green light from my PC dances on the walls, breathing in and out.
Logan seems to think the same; he hasn’t undressed yet, and he runs a hand over the sheets, lost in thought. I stand in front of him and let the towel fall.
His eyes dart up, hands drifting to my bare hips, though he still looks hesitant. “What about the twins?”
“We’ll be quiet.” Even if we’re not, I doubt they’ll care. “Please, Daddy. I need you.” I climb into his lap, my naked cock pressing up against his clothed crotch. I’m already hard and so, so needy for him.
“Oh, Oliver.” He looks at me with a crease between his tilted brows, almost like the time I sat in his lap in his apartment, weeks ago. His grip around my waist doesn’t tremble now, though, and he doesn’t look as tormented as he did then.
He still seems to need me to show him that this is okay, though. If it’s about the twins or the similarity between this room and the room I grew up in, I don’t know.
I take his hand and lead it toward the place where I’m aching to be filled by him. “Need you here, Daddy. So empty.”
His breathing grows strained as he strokes a finger over my hole. His touch is so light, so gentle. “We don’t have any toys.”
“Just use your fingers. I have lube. Please, Daddy.”
When he presses his finger harder against me, I moan and roll my hips, dragging my cock over the outside of his pants.
He’s as hard as me, but he’s still holding himself back.
Tilting his face to mine with a hand on his cheek, I press my lips to his.
He sighs through his nose and parts his lips, allowing me to slide my tongue into his mouth.
When his tongue meets mine, our kiss turns hot and wet and desperate.
I whine as he strokes my hole, two fingers now, up and down my crease.
God, I want him inside me so badly I can barely breathe.
After one more roll of my hips, one more eager gasp against his mouth, he growls under his breath and lifts me off the bed, hands on my hips while I clamp my legs and arms around him.
He lays me down on the mattress, still kissing me, and I rub my leaking dick along his thigh. Even though he’s still wearing clothes, I can’t help myself.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, cupping my cheek and rubbing his thumb over my lips. “Always so needy for Daddy.”
“Daddy makes me feel so good,” I whimper, heart racing. I feel amazing already, even though he’s barely touched me. I take his thumb into my mouth, desperate for a taste of his salty skin.
“You make Daddy feel good too, sweet Ollie. Now, turn around so Daddy can kiss your needy hole.”
I roll onto my stomach so fast I almost fall off the bed. The twin mattress isn’t wide enough. Crap, I didn’t think it through when I asked him to sleep here. On the other hand, a small bed means I’ll have an excuse to cuddle really close to him without feeling like I’m too much.
The bed creaks as he undresses behind me.
Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of his hairy torso.
I want to see his cock as well, but I don’t have time before he grabs hold of my legs and drags me further down the bed.
Then he tilts my hips up and absolutely buries his face between my cheeks.
“Oh God, Daddy—” I grasp the sheets, legs already shaking.
He eats my ass like he’s starving, like he’s been craving me just as much as I’ve been craving him. His wet tongue burrows into me, and my hole opens to let him past the tight rim. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he tongue-fucks me until I see stars.
I come before I even know what’s happening. My cock jerks between my legs, shooting cum onto the sheets. I feel myself clenching and unclenching involuntarily against his tongue, pushing him out and then pulling him back in.
I don’t know what sounds I’m making at this point.
I’m probably moaning too loud, though, because Daddy digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and gives them a squeeze, but instead of silencing me, it only makes me louder.
When he rolls me onto my side and lies beside me, I’m floating on clouds.
I feel so, so good. I burrow into his chest, inhaling his scent.
He chuckles. “Did that feel good, sweet Ollie?”
“Yeah… So good.”
“Do you want to get some rest? Maybe sleep for a bit?”
I shake my head. I don’t want to go to sleep, but I’m swimming in the depths of something floaty and wonderful that makes it hard to speak.
I try anyway, my voice breathy and full of desire.
“Want Daddy’s fingers, and then…” I slide my hand between our bodies and find his erection. “Then I want Daddy’s cock.”