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My Future Son-in-law -- Part 9
My eyes cracked open to the soft sound of Tom's gentle snores next to me. 6:08 AM blinked back at me from the alarm clock on the bedside table. I took a lazy minute to drink in the sight of him without the fog of sleep in my eyes. His pale skin stood out in sharp contrast to the dark grey sheets tangled suggestively around his waist.
I'd always been a fan of early mornings, but they'd become something more since Tom moved in. Watching him sleep was a silent pleasure I'd indulge in before the city outside our windows came to life. My hand moved to his chest, feeling the smooth skin and the steady beat of his heart. This young man was now the center of my world, and though we had a past that wouldn't disappear, I found a peace in the simple acts that reminded me we were in this together. A sudden silence filled the room, the city's sounds taking a momentary pause before resuming. I savored the moment, letting it linger as the lines of worry that shadowed Tom's brow seemed to ease ever so slightly.
Our lives were indeed complex, entwined with tangled threads of history and desire. We had a past, but that morning, it felt like whispers in the wind, carried away by the darkness of the night.
I let my lips trail over his chest, tasting the faint salt of his skin as my fingers dipped lower, toying with the line where muscle met waistband. The fine hairs of his treasure trail tickled my fingertips, and my cock started to twitch with interest.
"Mmm," he hummed, stirring slightly in his sleep as the tip of my tongue swirled around his left nipple.
I thought about last night, how Harrison had smiled at him, that unmistakable hunger of a predator in his eyes. It sent a shiver down my spine and made my cock harder than ever before. I knew I had to take what was mine. My hand slipped into his boxers, wrapping around his already semi-hard cock. A lustful grin tugged at the corners of my lips as I felt him slowly swell and grow under my grasp. The skin of his cock was velvet and smooth. He groaned deep in his throat, finally gaining consciousness of my presence.
"Philip," he mumbled, opening his eyes half-widely to look at me. "I didn't think..." he started before I silenced him with a quick, firm kiss.
He opened up his mouth to me obediently and I indulged myself in the taste of him. With fervent hunger, I pulled away from his lips and trailed kisses down his neck. My hand moved along the entire length of his cock before wrapping around it completely. Stroking firmly, I savored the sensation as his lower back arched upwards in response. My own eager member throbbed painfully in my boxers, begging for attention, but this moment belonged to him. His cock was amazing to the touch, a young man's pride, fitting perfectly in my seasoned hand.
"Fuck, Philip," he murmured as I trailed kisses up and down his chest and abdomen, savoring every breath on my skin in that early morning light.
The taste of his sweat made me hungry for more. As I grazed my teeth along his nipple, his grip on the sheets grew tighter.
"Philip, you're going to make me cum like this," Tom murmured in a mixture of desperation and excitement.
I've always loved driving him crazy like that, making his breath hitch and his body shiver under my touch. It was just another reminder of the power I held over his body and soul. My hand continued to stroke him, slower this time, yet urging him to release that delicious tension - to fill my hand with his essence.
"Not. Yet," I growled into his ear, my teeth nipping at his earlobe.
I turned him over so that he lay on his stomach and got on top of him. My cock, now tenting obscenely in my boxers slid back and forth against his ass crack, and I groaned at the sight of his perfect ass, so smooth and inviting, with just a tiny amount of hair above the crack. I rubbed against him, feeling the heat radiating from him. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear,
"You wanna fuck, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
Eagerly, I pushed down my boxers and spread his legs apart with mine. I slapped his right ass cheek, and he shuddered, letting out a soft moan. I teased him, tracing my fingers over his entrance, reveling in the way his whole body shuddered.
"Please, Phil," he murmured.
I pushed a finger in slightly in a mischievous tease. He groaned, spreading himself open for me, and I slipped in another finger. I twisted them, scissoring them, working to open him up. His shoulders tensed, and an enticing whimper escaped him. God, it was intoxicating watching his body react to me. I wanted more.
I pulled my fingers out and reached for the lube stashed in the bedside drawer. I drizzled some on his hole and massaged it in, making sure it was slick for what was to come. I pushed the head of my cock against him, teasing, making him beg for it.
"Yes, fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you deep inside me," he whispered desperately.
The second I heard his plea, I started to slide in my cock, nice and slow. Oh, the feeling of him wrapped around me was exquisite, like nothing else existed. Finally, I filled him completely, letting go, feeling every inch of him, tight and hot. He gasped beneath me, urging me on as his breathing quickened. With slow, gentle thrusts, I took us both higher and higher.
"That's it, Phil. Fuck me harder," Tom demanded, grinding his perfect ass into me.
I wrapped my arms around his toned chest, gripping him tight against me and giving in to his request. I began thrusting harder and deeper, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. I was like a man possessed, unable to stop or hide my desire. We both gasped for air in sync with my increasing tempo. My every thought centered on the warmth of Tom's quivering body under mine, the smell of our mingled sweat, and that beautiful sight of my cock disappearing into him.
He groaned louder, more desperate, urging me on.
I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, and I gave in to the primal urge inside of me. I picked up the pace, slamming my cock deep into his ass with increasing strength. Tom writhed beneath me, his body arched and his muscles tense.
"Fuck, Phil, fuck," he breathed, gripping the sheets tightly. I couldn't help but marvel at the perfect definition of his taut backside, smooth and sculpted with a dancer-like grace. I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around his jaw, pulling him up for a fervent kiss as I continued my rough and relentless claiming of his body.
As our lips met, it stirred a deep, raw sensation inside me, the feeling of ownership and desire, of being needed and wanted. Underneath me, he cried out my name, hips bucking as I thrust even deeper. Sweat had begun to drip down the lines of his spine, beading against the smooth muscle of his toned back. I leaned over him, letting the weight of my body press him into the mattress.
"Cum for me, Tom," I demanded, verbally coaxing every last drop of control out of him.
He shook his head, letting out a pained whine as I gripped his hips, pulling him tighter onto my urging cock.
"Come on, baby. Let go." My voice was a raspy mess, a growl in my chest. My fingers dug into his flesh, and he cried out sharply.
"Oh God, Phil! I'm... I'm gonna-"
I stifled his next moan with my hand.
"I know, baby. I know."
His body stilled, muscles tightening in anticipation. I felt the first pulse of his climax, and it sent me reeling into heaven. My back arched as I drove in harder than ever before. Tom felt like a ragdoll beneath my grasp, completely enveloped in sensations which overwhelmed him. Every muscle in his body quivered and clenched, releasing a hot burst of cum onto the sheets.
"Ah, fuck," I groaned, my own climax tearing through me like never before.
Bolts of pleasure ignited from my core, surging in waves of pleasure with every pulse of release. My cock jerked as each fiery spurt reached Tom's entrance and I collapsed against him, our bodies sharing a slick coat of sweat and satisfaction.
I pulled out carefully, savoring each twitch of his well-fucked entrance, and flopped beside him on the mattress. He was still on his stomach, his skin shiny with sweat and marked with the redness of my grip. My body lay heavy on the bed next to him, enjoying the slickness we had created. I let out a labored sigh and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, softly rubbing up and down his back.
"I got to get to work, baby ."
His sigh was gloomy in response. Tom's unemployment ate away at his confidence, despite my reassurances that things would work out. In a way, I liked this dependency, since Karen had always been fiercely independent. The morning sun glinted across the cityscape as I carefully disentangled myself from my young lover. The cool air made my sensitive cock shrivel, and the sheets slid against my skin.
As I stood in front of the mirror brushing my teeth, I caught sight of Tom watching me. It sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Tom's eyes followed my every move, an unfamiliar softness in his gaze. I wondered if he was thinking about last night, too.
"So," I said, breaking the silence, "what do you think about Harrison?"
His name tasted bitter on my lips, but I had to know.
"I think he's attractive," Tom admitted, his gaze trailing along the bathroom tiles as he avoided my eyes.
"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." He swallowed hard, then met my gaze. "But he's not you. No one could ever be you, Philip."
My heart swelled a little at his words, but the tension still lingered. I quickly put on my work suit and leaned against the counter, towering over Tom, who remained seated on the edge of the bed in his boxers. His body was amazing in the early morning light, his skin still dewy with sweat from our intense lovemaking. The defined muscles of his abs flexed as he leaned forward to pick up his shirt, the lines of his physique tracing a captivating path. His arms were lean and sculpted, biceps bulging slightly as he tugged on the fabric. The waistband of his boxers sat low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing trail of fine hairs that disappeared into the darker recesses below.
"What will you say to Chloe today?" he asked.
"I won't lie," I answered, eyeing him warily. "I don't know. I told her I made mistakes, that I was sorry."
"Did you tell her everything?"
"She knows that we live together." I rubbed the back of my neck. "But I didn't give her any specifics."
My fingers itched to touch his tousled hair; the soft spikes perfect for running my fingers through. Instead, I picked up my work phone and slid it into my coat pocket, the weight reassuring me as I braced for our impending conversations about the past.
"Do you think she'll ask about us?" Tom queried, his cheeks pink at the mention of 'us'.
The vulnerability in his voice made me long to stay and assure him it would all be okay. He looked much younger than his age. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
"Don't worry, baby . I'll handle it," I whispered, taking in the beautiful sight of him.
Tom's gaze followed me as I picked up my briefcase and left for work. The bustling city was a stark contrast to the intimacy of our morning. My mind was torn between work and thoughts of Tom.
Chloe had sent me a text and asked me to meet at lunch time instead. As I approached the entrance to Battery Park, I spotted her graceful silhouette perched on one of the benches. She saw me coming and stood up.
"Hi Dad," she said, a sad smile playing on her lips but not reaching her eyes.
"Hey Chloe," I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.
Her skin was soft, a subtle reminder of Karen's touch, and I wondered if her mother had been taking good care of herself after the way we parted. A light breeze wafted by, carrying the scent of spring flowers, and I took a deep breath trying to soothe my nerves. I sat down next to her, but her rigid posture told me this would be no leisurely conversation.
"Everything okay?" I asked tentatively, unsure where to even begin discussing the current state of affairs with my estranged daughter.
"You have hurt me immensely, dad," she said, her words shattering the fragile silence between us. "I mean, my fiancé? Really?"
Her eyes welled up with tears, and I let out a sigh, understanding the pain I had caused.
"Chloe, I wanted to talk to you about all of this," I tried reassuringly. "It's just-"
"You had your chance," she interjected, cutting me off mid-sentence. "But you chose to keep the truth hidden. From both me and Mum."
"I'm not proud of what I've done. But I can't deny how I feel."
She looked down at her hands.
"Mum has a depression relapse. The doctor said she's been keeping it together all this time. But after finding out about you and Tom... It hit her hard."
Her voice trailed off, leaving me to fill in the blanks.
I reached for her hand without thinking, and the feeling of her fingers in mine made my chest feel heavy. I could see the pain etched on her face, and I felt a sudden urge to do anything to take it away.
"I didn't mean for things to go this way," I said quietly, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "I never intended to hurt you or your mother. I was trying to protect you."
"I understand that. dad." She hesitated, avoiding my eyes as she continued, "But you must understand that what you did has torn this family apart. It's like I have lost both my parents."
Her voice wavered, giving me an unwelcome glimpse of the turmoil she was going through.
"I know I messed up, Chloe. But I want you to know that Tom and I - well, he's here because we love each other."
She frowned.
"Love? What about your love for me?"
"Chloe..."
"I want you back in my life, dad. I really do. But not with Tom." She hesitated, trying to quell her frustration. "I just can't accept your relationship with him right now."
As she spoke, I couldn't help but feel conflicted. Torn between acknowledging my daughter's pain and standing my ground on my feelings for Tom. Our once loving family was crumbling, and my infidelity seemed to have paved the way for its collapse.
"I love you more than anything, Chloe," I started, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And I know the pain I caused you both. But do you know what you ask of me?"
"I do. But I cannot compromise about this."
The park around us seemed to grow more vibrant with each passing second, as if it was trying to soothe the tension between us. The sun shone brightly overhead, illuminating the lush expanse of green in front of us, dotted with the laughter of children playing in the distance. I had always loved this park, but now, its beauty felt surreal, as I wondered how this rift between Chloe and me would resolve.
"You will have to give me time", I said softly, holding her hand between mine.
She nodded reluctantly, caution written all over her well-defined brows as she looked up at me, her eyes full of unshed tears.
"I need to go now, Dad. Mum has a meeting with her therapist."
Chloe dabbed her eyes with the corners of her sweater as she stood up, leaving me sitting alone on the bench.
I watched as she walked away, her footsteps leaving a trail in the dewy grass that slowly disappeared with the wind. The image of her vulnerable form, as though she was carrying the weight of the whole world on her shoulders, stayed with me long after she had left.
I stayed rooted to the spot for a few moments more, staring blankly at the horizon and lost in my thoughts.
I returned to my office, my thoughts consumed with Chloe and Karen and the price of choices. I mostly shuffled around papers and staring blankly at my computer screen. An hour later, I was still wrestling with my thoughts when a knock startled me from my reverie. It was Harrison.
His hair shimmered under the office lights. His smile was infectious, and his eyes sparkled with warmth. I vividly remembered how he had looked Tom in the bar, almost undressing him with his eyes.
"Thanks for last night", he said. "I had a great time, both catching up with you and meeting Tom."
I stuttered, unsure of how to proceed.
"As for Tom", he continued, leaning in closer. "There's just something about him. He's an interesting man, your Tom."
"You think so?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual, although my heart was racing.
I moved a document to the corner of my screen, giving Harrison my full attention.
"Oh, absolutely," Harrison replied, nodding firmly. "He has a certain magnetic quality about him. And compared to me, Tom's still in his youth."
I gritted my teeth, making a silent vow to myself. Tom was my priority, and I didn't want to lose him to anyone, especially Harrison. At the same time, my curiosity was getting to me. Tom admired Harrison, which intrigued me. I made a snap decision.
"How about you join Tom and me for dinner at my place tonight?" I casually asked.
"Really?" Harrison's pupils dilated, surprise showing in his eyes. "Sure, I'd love that, if it's not too much trouble. Can I bring a bottle of wine?"
A possibility to gauge Harrison's intentions towards Tom flashed through my mind.
"Of course, bring something you think we'd enjoy," I responded, maintaining a poker face.
"Wonderful!" Harrison exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face.
I nodded, hiding the tension building inside me. Would Tom appreciate my desire to test Harrison's intentions? Or would I unwittingly fuel their attraction?