Page 52 of King's Barber
“Old?” Luke grunted. “I’m twenty-seven. What are you? Twenty-five?”
Cocking my head, I laughed. “I don’t know if you’re just flirting again, or if you’re serious. I’m thirty.”
His eyes widened. “Fuck off.”
“I’ve told you that.” I shook my head and gave myself a squeeze through my pants. Shrugging, I stared at his chest. I couldn’t resist reaching over and running my fingers through the hair between his pecs and pinching the nipple ring, smiling when he shivered. His cock jerked and was already half hard again.
“Did you take Viagra?”
“Nah, I’ve had that shit before. My stiffy didn’t go away for a whole fucking day the last time I tried it.” He poked his tongue out between his teeth and laughed.
“How much of it did you take?” I shook my head. “Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”
He shrugged and seized my wrist, yanking at it and me until I was on my feet. Hooking his fingers under my shirt, he pulled it up and over my head, and I helped him by raising my arms. When his fingers went to my belt, I let him do all the work, and soon he had me in my bright green briefs.
“Nothing fancy today?” he asked with a smirk. “Are we becoming an old married couple now that we’ve fucked once, Quain?”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need to impress you with my underwear. You’d fuck me even if I wore granny panties.”
Luke’s chest rumbled with laughter as he fell to his knees. The sight warmed my stomach and I sucked in a breath between my teeth. “Yeah, that’s fucking right, too.”
“Was there any need to swear there?” I teased.
“Sorry, Dad.” He rolled his eyes and grinned, grabbing my asscheeks and hauling me closer. I gasped when he yanked down my underwear, leaving me completely naked with my cock bouncing in front of him.
“Please don’t call me that while you’re on your knees in front of me.” The thought of Jeremy Booth had me wincing, but he soon left my mind the moment Luke’s hot mouth was on me. He worked his tongue and lips, sucking and licking in ways that had me caught between trembling and cursing up a storm, but that only amused him into chuckling around my flesh.
I closed my eyes, tingles of pleasure racing through me and heading south to my balls. He knew how to use his mouth, and I could already tell this wasn’t going to last long. It’d been a while since I had another man’s lips on my cock, and even though we’d fucked last night, there was a difference between getting fucked and having his mouth on me. The suction felt so fucking good.
I slid my hand over his short hair, careful not to hurt him by being rough with his injury, and down to the back of his neck, resting my palm there and guiding him onto my cock. Rocking my hips forward in sync with him, I moaned. My balls throbbed and my orgasm tormented me, teetering on the edge of explosion. I was so close it hurt. A few more thrusts and I’d lost all sense of control.
“I’m coming,” I moaned, and he gripped my hips, holding me tightly as I shivered through my release. Stars exploded behind my closed eyes and a wildfire raged inside me, heading straight to my balls. Cum spurted from my cock and landed on Luke’s tongue and across his face, a stripe painting itself across his closed eye and the dark lashes that framed it. The sight nearly made me come a second time.
Luke laughed, wiping at some of my release and licking his fingers. “Yeah, you taste good.”
I collapsed against the island, exhaustion overtaking me. My limbs were jelly and I sat my ass in one of the chairs to stop myself from collapsing on the floor. “Christ.”
“Nope, he’s not in the room right now. You can pray in gratitude about me later.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes. I grabbed his shirt, which he hadn’t taken off yet, and dragged him into a deep, mind-bending kiss that had my cock attempting to rise, even if it failed. Luke’s hadn’t grown fully hard yet, either.
“I guess I’ll keep you for a little while,” I murmured against his lips.
He kissed the corner of my mouth and then my cheek. “I should have expected you’d be wild in the sheets.”
I snorted. “You’ve had sex with me once. This doesn’t count.”
“I think it does.” He made a show of licking his lips slowly. “I’ve tasted you now, baby. That counts as a whole lot of sperm babies in my throat.”
I frowned at him, not sure if I wanted to smack him over the head or laugh. Probably both, and I would have if someone hadn’t knocked on the door. Cursing the person for the worst timing, I rushed to grab my clothes. Luke did the same, but the sound of something colliding with one of the chairs had me glancing over my shoulder.
He held his toe. “Motherfucking slut on a Harley.” He glared at the offending chair. “Who put that there? It hit my toe.”
I laughed and shook my head as I got my underwear, pants, and shirt on just as whoever was at the door knocked again. I had an idea of who it could have been because they hadn’t used the bell. When I was sure Luke had his pants on, I stalked toward the front door and yanked it open, hoping it was someone selling something so I could tell them to fuck off and get back inside and fuck Luke.
I never had that kind of luck, though.
My shoulders slumped at the sight of the person on the other side. “Dad.”
Dad cocked his head, his bushy gray eyebrows furrowed in concern when he gave me a once-over. He reminded me of Zahra in a lot of ways, with the same expression of apprehension. They also had the same wide nose, thin lips, and strong jawline. I had Mom’s softer features, which Zahra always said made her jealous.
