His Best-Friend’s Dad - Chapter 3: Tasting Forbidden

Chapter 3: Tasting Forbidden

Alex

We stood frozen in the pitch-black garage, the air thick with the heavy scent of motor oil, damp sawdust, and the intoxicating aroma of raw, forbidden sex.

Mark’s massive, calloused thumb was still clamped firmly over the swollen head of my leaking cock, pressing down hard enough to deny me the release I was practically weeping for, keeping me teetering right on the agonizing edge of a hands-free orgasm.

My thighs shook so violently I could barely stand. My lower abs were clenched tight enough to ache, my breath coming in tiny, hitched gasps that I tried desperately to stifle.

Overhead, Jake’s footsteps creaked loudly across the ceiling boards—slow, heavy, completely oblivious that his father had me pinned against his workbench with both our cocks trapped in his single, monstrous fist.

I bit my lower lip until I tasted copper, desperately trying not to let a single moan slip past my teeth. Mark’s dark eyes bored down into mine through the shadows, a volatile storm of crushing guilt, unhinged lust, and a stark, silent warning.

His thick cock throbbed heavily against mine, hot and leaking, slicking our shafts together. Every pulse of his veins sent a shockwave of electricity through my lower half; one single twitch from his hand, and I would have exploded all over the concrete floor.

After what felt like a painful eternity, the heavy thuds overhead finally began to fade away, moving toward the kitchen at the other end of the house.

Mark exhaled sharply through his nose, a jagged sound that rustled against my damp hair, and finally pulled his hand away from my lap. The sudden loss of his touch left me aching, throbbing, and brutally denied, my body screaming at the abrupt halt.

“Garage isn’t safe,” he growled, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He reached down, grabbing my chin with a heavy, bruising grip, forcing my gaze up. “My bedroom. Now. Quietly. That’s an order, boy.”