Page 9 of Don’t Call Me Son

“That’s not your decision to make, Archie,” he cuts me off. “Your mother would love to watch her boy run.”

I nod as much as his grip allows. “Right… sorry.”

“We’ll be there.”

My eyes widen. “You will?”

Colt’s grin turns dark and filthy. “Mhmm. I want to see if my track star is as good at running as he is at taking Daddy’s cock.”

I let out another pathetic, broken noise at the obscene words. Colt clearly likes it; he groans through a heavy exhale, eyes darkening.

“Tongue.”

I frown, dazed. “What?”

“Stick your tongue out, boy.”

I hesitate for half a second before obeying, sliding my tongue out shyly. I have no idea what he’s about to…

Colt leans in and sucks on it; just like he sucked on my cock this morning. A soft, needy moan escapes me as he turns it into a deep, filthy kiss, tongue curling around mine, claiming my mouth like he owns every part of me. I know I should push him away; I know I should say something. But I can’t… I just melt into it, whimpering quietly into his mouth.

One second, I’m trying to keep some dignity, the next I’m kissing him back like I’m starving. My hands fist in his shirt as I lean further across the console, chasing his mouth desperately. Colt growls into the kiss, clearly surprised but very pleased, and that sound just makes me worse.

I don’t even think; I just start trying to climb over the console like a man possessed. My knee knocks into the gear shift as I swing a leg over, half-straddling him in the driver’s seat. The truck is big, but it’s still awkward as hell. I don’t care; I’m grinding down against him, tongues sliding messily, my hands in his long hair, tugging. I’m breathing hard through my nose, whimpering every time he bites my lip or sucks on my tongue again.

Fuck, I need more.

I roll my hips like a desperate slut, already half-hard again and rubbing against his stomach. Colt’s big hands grip my ass hard, squeezing, encouraging me as he kisses me even deeper. He’s not complaining one bit; if anything, he’s groaning like he’s loving how crazy I’m getting.

I shift higher, trying to get closer, and that’s when my elbow slams into the steering wheel. The loud horn blasts through the quiet parking lot like a fucking alarm.

I jolt back like I’ve been electrocuted, eyes wide, panting. Reality crashes down on me instantly; I’m literally straddling my stepdad in his truck in broad daylight behind the track field.

“Oh my god…” I choke out, scrambling backwards off his lap and dropping back into the passenger seat. My face is burning, my dick is throbbing, and my hands are shaking.

Colt just sits there breathing hard, lips wet and swollen, looking way too satisfied. A low, amused chuckle rumbles out of his chest as he adjusts himself in his jeans.

“Fuck…” I whisper, dragging both hands down my face. “I-I didn’t mean to…”

Colt reaches over and squeezes my thigh again, voice rough and pleased. “Don’t apologize, baby. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in years.”

I can’t stay in this truck another second. I grab my bag with shaky hands and fumble for the door handle. God, what the fuck has gotten into me? I’ve never been like this before.

I’ve barely got one foot out the door when Colt’s hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist, stopping me. “See you later, Archie,” he says, voice rough with promise. “Can’t wait to watch you tonight.”

I don’t look at him; I just give a quick, jerky nod, heart hammering in my throat.

He finally lets go; I climb down, slam the truck door harder than I should, and start walking fast toward the track entrance without looking back. My cheeks are burning, my thighs still feel sore, and every step reminds me of the marks he left on me and the way I just climbed him.

The truck doesn’t move; I can feel his eyes on me the entire way… heavy, dark, and satisfied… watching until I disappear through the gates.

…

A couple hours later I’m flat on my back in the middle of the field, chest heaving, legs burning. The whole squad is scattered around, collapsed like casualties after one of Coach’s brutal sessions. Jay drops down on my left, Kim on my right, both of them just as sweaty and exhausted as I am.

“Fuck… that was a lot,” Jay groans.

Kim laughs breathlessly, still panting. “I cannot believe we have to do this all over again later… I’m ready to go home already.”