He was a feisty, passionate, resourceful man. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice, and I knew he just needed some encouragement. And I felt like I was the one to give it to him. I felt like we were destined to have met and come together like this. Somehow, even in his scent I could detect what a perfect match he was for me.
I pushed both of my hands into Brent’s soft hair and held onto his head as I slowly fucked his throat. I watched as the entire length of my cock appeared, then disappeared again in between his perfect, pink lips. As I picked up the pace, thrusting my cock down his throat faster and faster, I noticed Brent started playing with his own cock.
“Not yet,” I said between gasps. “I want both hands on my cock. Now.”
Brent immediately complied, moving his right hand up and wrapping it around my shaft, then cupping my balls with his left. My cock was covered in a thick coating of his spit, and he used both of his hands to work my slick shaft and balls as he sucked on my head. It was just like the other night. The most overwhelmingly amazing blow job I’d ever gotten.
I absolutely loved what Brent was doing with his lips wrapped around my head, but I wanted my cock all the way down his throat when I came, so I gripped both of his wrists again and pinned them behind his head, then I held it in place while I slammed my cock down his throat repeatedly.
Brent moaned and his body shook as I released streams of my cum down his throat. When I pulled out and let go of his wrists he fell backward on the floor, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for air. His knees were bent back underneath him and his cock was sticking straight up in the air and the sight immediately got me hard again.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered.
Brent jumped up. He was still gasping for breath, but he did exactly what I told him to do. He got on his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.
“Now you can play with your cock,” I said as I approached. ”But don’t make yourself come, or there will be consequences.”
Brent looked at me like he didn’t quite believe me, and I smiled.
“I’m serious.”
“But you’re smiling.”
“That’s because I am imagining what I’m going to do to you if you come without my permission. I suggest you get started.”
Brent looked surprised for a moment, then he reached down and grabbed his cock. At first it was just with one hand. He moved it up and down the shaft, then every few strokes he would run his palm across the head. Eventually he got his left hand involved too, using it to pull down firmly on his balls.
When I saw that he was picking up speed with his right hand I almost stopped him, but I wanted to see if he would follow my orders. The skin around the head was growing tighter as his engorged cock strained for release.
I was mesmerized by the sight of his hips flexing and pushing his cock higher into the air while his hand came down rhythmically. I kept waiting for that moment to come, when he would defy me and allow himself the release that was building. But then, suddenly, I wanted to watch it happen. I wanted to see his cum shoot out of him and up in the air.
And just when I thought he was too far gone, that he’d actually pushed himself over the edge, Brent pulled both of his hands away and put them down by his sides, gripping the sheets and gasping for breath. He looked up at me and waited, like the most amazing sub ever.
I was already incredibly hard watching him pleasure himself, but seeing how well he followed my orders, I almost went out of my mind with desire. I told him to move back on the bed and roll on his side, then I got behind him and bent his leg up into the air. Brent instinctively hooked his arm around his knee and held his leg up so his ass was spread and he was ready for me to enter him.
I moved the head of my cock back and forth in his slick wetness, then pushed it through his tight ring of muscles. I had to use every ounce of strength to hold back from coming as soon as I entered him, because I wanted this to last a little longer. I wanted to make sure Brent came too.
As I slowly pumped myself in and out of Brent’s asshole I reached under his leg and grabbed a hold of his cock. I could tell by his reaction that he was seconds away from coming, so I pumped into him a few more times while I worked my hand back and forth up and down his shaft. Then, as soon as I felt his asshole tighten around my cock, I exploded.
Chapter 11
Brent
“I realize you’re a very busy young man. I’m not asking you to tell me exactly what you do with your time, but I am your father and I would like to know where you are. Please give me a call as soon as you get this message.”
I hit delete. I honestly didn’t know what to say to him. I mean, I could lie. That’s what I’d been doing for the last month—telling him that I was working in unpaid internship in the city, one that demanded eighty hours a week of my time. But that didn’t account for where I was spending my nights. I had just completely avoided that subject altogether.
If he knew I was right here on his yacht this whole time he would throw the biggest fit on the face of the earth. Actually, the biggest fit would come after he found out that I was pregnant. Okay, the biggest fit would come after he found out I was pregnant with the baby of someone who was barely scraping by and who owned the boat that he referred to as ‘that eyesore.’
I still had about four months left until the baby was born. That meant I had a little time to figure out a plausible lie, one that would at least partially pacify my dad’s curiosity and temper. At least with the unpaid internship lie he was still allowing me to use his credit card, but that meant I couldn’t have anything delivered to the yacht. Holden had to take it with him to buy groceries, and only at stores with self-checkout that were in the downtown area, where I said I was working.
Of course, Holden would rarely use it. He said he didn’t like taking handouts. So I had my own secret way of making some extra money. I knew my dad’s general schedule, and there were a couple times a week when he had standing appointments at an upscale spa in town. I would make sure I wasn’t seen by any of the staff, then I would sneak into my dad’s office a few times and collect some of those electronics and things he had in that closet. Then I would bring them back to the yacht and sell them online, and used a prepaid card to buy the things I needed. It was super risky, but I always kind of liked living on the edge.
And Holden was doing really well, to be honest. While I was holed up in my dad’s yacht, avoiding going outside and being seen by anyone in the state I was in, Holden was out making money with his adorable snack boat. I just loved that thing, and it bummed me out so much that my dad had made such a big deal out of how it didn’t fit in where his yacht was moored. Holden worked hard to keep his business afloat, so to speak, and I was proud of him.
I hadn’t seen the cleaning crew or the cooking staff since the day I was hiding behind the crates on the dock. That was right after the big fundraiser, so I was surprised to see Bruce walk into the kitchen one morning. I wasn’t just surprised, though. I was terrified. There would be no reason for him to be on the yacht unless my dad had ordered the crew to get it ready for another party.
“Hey, Bruce. What’s going on?” I asked.
“Your dad didn’t tell you about the end-of-summer event?” he said, glancing down at my belly, then back up to my face. “I thought that’s why you were on board today.”
“No, I’m not really talking to him.” I sighed and flopped down into one of the kitchen chairs. I was only a little over a month along, but I knew I was already showing, and that Bruce had noticed. “Bruce, you can’t say anything to my dad. Please! I don’t want him to know I’m pregnant.”
“So, what? You’ve been living on the yacht? Hoping he wouldn’t figure it out?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Brent, that’s silly. You need to tell your dad what’s going on.”
“I will! I will! I just need some time.”
“He’s going to be a grandfather. He would want to know. He would want to
help you right now, Brent. You can’t keep this from him.”
“I just can’t deal with it right now. But I will. I promise,” I said with a sigh. “So, what’s this end-of-summer thing?”
“Last party of the season. He wants lots of summer foods and drinks. There’s going to be a band and lots of decorations. He’ll be here this afternoon.”
“This afternoon?! Why?!”
“He has some special instructions for how he wants things set up. You know him. He wants everything just so.”
“Jesus Christ! What the hell am I going to do? I’ve been living here for a month. My dad’s going to smell my scent, I just know it!”
“Isn’t there anywhere you can go?” Bruce asked.
“I don’t know. I need to talk to Holden. He’s out working right now and he won’t be back for another hour or two. When did you say my dad is going to be here?”
“He just told me he’d be here this afternoon. He wants everything cleaned and the food prepped by the time he gets here, so I got the entire crew to show up early. I’ll text him to let me know when he’s on his way, but you know how busy he is. He’ll probably just show up. I suggest you get your stuff together so you can leave immediately if you have to. And I’ll open all the windows to air the yacht out.”
“Is it that bad?”
“Brent, I could smell you before I got on bored.”
“Awesome.”
“You’d better get packing. I’ll text your dad and see if I can find out exactly when he plans to arrive.”
“Thanks, Bruce. I really do appreciate it.”
“I know. Take care of yourself, and that baby of yours. I’m looking forward to when he or she isn’t a secret anymore.”
I spent the next couple hours packing up all of the clothes that fit me, and everything that Holden had brought on board. By the time I was finished I had four suitcases and I could only lift one of them.
“Hey, babe,” Holden said as he came into our bedroom and gave me a kiss. “What’s going on? I just about freaked when I saw the cleaning staff. Is something happening?”
“My dad’s gonna be here this afternoon.”
“Really? Why?” Holden said as he sat down on the end of the bed.
“You can’t sit there, Holden. We have to go.”
“When is he supposed to be here?”
“I don’t know. Bruce said this afternoon. But I don’t want to risk him seeing me. We have to go to your house. Now.”
“Well, that’s gonna be a problem. I have to move out.”
“Why?”
“My room mate Brian and his mate are buying the place. They had a meeting today with all of us, asking if it would be a problem for us to move out. Everyone was cool with it, and I figured we had this place to live in for at least another couple months.”
“What are we gonna do?” I said, pacing back and forth in front of where Holden was sitting on the bed. “A hotel! That’s our only option.”
“Um … hotels are expensive, Brent. There’s no way I can afford that.”
“I can. I’ll just use my dad’s credit card. I’ll come up with some excuse, that the internship wants me to work even more hours, so I have to live nearby in a hotel.”
“I doubt he’ll buy that. Besides, I really don’t want you paying for our home. That’s my job.”
“Will you stop being such an alpha? I can pay for this. Let me.”
“Look, there’s something I’ve been working on. I didn’t want to tell you about it until it was finished, but now it looks like it’s the best option we’ve got. The only option, actually.”
“What?”
“Remember that place I have on Sophie’s Island?”
Just then Bruce came into the room. “Brent, your dad is here.”
“What?! I thought you were gonna let me know when he was coming! Where is he?!”
“Out on the main deck. Go down the service stairs. You’ll be able to sneak past him.”
I turned to Holden. “Holy shit! We have to get out of here!”
I saw the looks exchanged by Holden and Bruce and knew they were both thinking the same thing.
“I’ll tell him in my own time!” I yelled. “Now please just help me get off of this boat without my dad seeing me!”
Chapter 12
Holden
I honestly couldn’t understand why Brent was acting like this. I knew his father loved him, and I was sure he’d be thrilled to find out his son was carrying his grandchild. But Brent just wouldn’t listen to reason. And since I loved him I decided I had to help him feel better in any way I could, and that meant getting him off the yacht as quickly as possible.
Bruce grabbed two suitcases and went down the service staircase first to make sure Governor Evans was still on the deck at the other end. When he motioned that the coast was clear I picked up the other two suitcases and followed him. Brent was right behind me, carrying the one remaining case. Once we were out in the open I made sure he went ahead of me so I didn’t leave him behind.
Once we were out on the deck, Bruce went towards the front of the boat to distract Governor Evans, and to make sure he was looking in the other direction while we ran up the dock, along the pier, then down a separate wooden dock where I parked The Treat Boat. I could only carry two suitcases at a time, and I wouldn’t allow Brent to grab any of the other ones, so I had to run back for them.
Thankfully, Bruce managed to keep Governor Evans occupied throughout the entire escape, so as soon as I got on board with the remaining suitcases I fired up the engine and we sped off down the river.
I was glad we’d made it off the yacht without being seen, but there was something else on my mind. I was really worried about what Brent was going to say when we got to Sophie’s Island. Bruce cut me off when I was about to tell Brent about my office. Brent had been there that one time, and I’m sure if he knew that’s where we were going he’d be throwing a fit. When he was there it was just a big warehouse, but I’d been working on it since then.
It had only been a month, so I hadn’t been able to put as much into it as I had wanted to. This was the end of the busiest month in the year, and I’d been slammed with all of the new locations where I was stopping The Treat Boat. I was planning on having everything done in another month, maybe two at the latest, so moving in now was going to be way too premature.
I’d put up framing for the walls that would divide the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and bathroom, but I hadn’t done any of the sheet rock yet. I had thankfully gotten the plumbing and electrical put in, but I hadn’t purchased the kitchen and bathroom sinks. There was no bathtub, or shower, or any fixtures. The bathroom was basically an empty room with a couple pipes sticking out of the wall. Oh and I’d gotten the toilet installed. At least we had that going for us.
As I pulled the boat up to the rickety dock on Sophie’s Island I braced myself for Brent’s reaction.
“Your office? The warehouse where you have all your deliveries stored? This is where you want to live?” he asked.
I sighed. “Just wait until you see it. Please, Brent.”
“I don’t know if you remember, but I’ve seen it. It’s a big room with a pallet of snacks right in the center. Are we gonna sleep on a pile of snacks?”
“No, we’re not going to sleep on a pile of snacks. I’ve been working on it. I had a bed delivered the other day. It’s still in plastic, but we can use it. Just let me show it to you, okay?”
Brent shrugged and jumped up onto the dock.
“Will you be careful?” I said as I climbed out of the boat.
“I’m fine. I’m actually pretty thrilled to be outside after being cooped up on my dad’s yacht for so long. I totally forgot how beautiful it is out here,” he said, heading to the path that led to the warehouse.
“I don’t know,” he said as we approached the entrance. “It still looks the same outside.”
“Just wait, will you?” I unlocked the door and opened it up, bracing myself fo
r the worst. I was sure he was going to hate it.
“Wow,” he said, stepping inside and looking around.
“I know, it’s no yacht or downtown hotel. It’s barely even an apartment.”
“No, no, this is really awesome, Holden.” He walked in further and turned all the way around, staring at the way the huge room had been divided up. “I can’t believe you did all this.”
“There’s no running water yet, but I’ll pick up a sink tomorrow. And I’ll go down to that Restoration place and price bathtubs. I was hoping to pick up an old clawfoot. Would you like that?”
Brent was still walking around the space looking at everything, but then he turned to me. “That sounds amazing, Holden. I can’t believe it. You did all this in the last two or three weeks? While you were running The Treat Boat up and down the river?”
“Yeah.”
Brent crossed the room over to where I was standing. I didn’t have to see him up close to know that he had tears in his eyes. I could hear the emotion in his voice. “I can’t believe you did this for us. It’s amazing, Holden.”
I was so stunned by his reaction I couldn’t even speak. “You like it? Really?” I said, finally.
“I love it. You’re amazing, Holden. You have your own business and you built this place, and now you’re renovating it … for us. I’m the luckiest omega in Portville. I honestly can’t believe I got so lucky on a one-night-stand.”
I laughed. “No kidding. We both totally lucked out.” I moved my hands up into Brent’s hair and kissed him on the lips. “I’m so glad I pushed you into the river.”
Brent laughed and more tears streamed down his face. “Me too.”
Chapter 13
Brent
I wasn’t exaggerating when I told Holden the warehouse looked awesome. I was worried that he thought I was just being nice, though, since we’d literally just arrived from living on a million-dollar yacht for the last month. But it was true. It wasn’t fancy, but it was ours. Holden had spent the little bit of spare time he had over the last month making it our home, and I loved him so much for that.
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