CONNOR
Graham’s cock slipped out of me as he jumped back. The last few jets of his seed showered my lower back, spraying warm droplets of jizz across my skin.
“Fuck,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking fuck.”
I felt my own pulse race as the figure at the door stared at the two of us, the smell of sex hanging in the air like a smoking gun.
For a moment, none of us said anything.
Then Steve erupted.
“How fucking dare you do this to Gail?” he seethed. “I always knew you were a douchebag. But this? It’s real fucking low, man.”
I pulled my pants up, tucking my hardon inside my waistband.
“It’s not what it looks like, Steve.”
“Then what is it, Connor? Because it looks to me like you’re cheating on Gail with your stepdad.”
Graham winced. He had zipped up his own erection, and his still-leaking cock left a small wet patch in his jeans.
“Please,” Graham said, his voice choppy. “You can’t tell my wife.”
Steve looked at Graham in disgust. “What is wrong with you, man? Connor, I get. He’s a piece of shit rich kid who thinks he’s entitled to whatever he wants. But how can you screw over your lady with her own son? It’s fucking evil.”
Graham just hung his head in shame.
I glared at Steve. “Shut up, dude. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, okay?”
Steve’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re gonna tell me to shut up? After what I just saw?” He huffed. “I oughta go out there and–”
“You’re not gonna do anything,” I said smoothly. “You’re gonna go out there and say nothing. Graham and I are gonna clean up, we’re gonna join Gail and my mom for shitty Mexican food, and then we’re gonna go home.”
“And what makes you think I’m not gonna say anything to Gail?”
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