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My Future Son-In-Law -- Part 11
The following week, work was my retrieve - I found myself working overtime a lot. Tom had been distant, cold even, since our conversation about Chloe. He had taken to spending more time at the gym, leaving me to my solitude at the apartment. The emptiness that followed his absence was crushing, a reminder that he needed to know. I needed to decide if I should give in to Chloe's demand, or if there perhaps was another way to make them both happy.
I glanced at the time on my phone. It was nearing five o'clock. Harrison had yet to arrive for our scheduled meeting. I thumped my fingertips against the worn surface of my desk while I waited, my thoughts wandering back to the sex we had shared with Tom just a week prior. The memory of his muscled, smooth body intertwined with mine and Harrison's still lingered at the edges of my consciousness. I was afraid that Harrison would seize his opportunity, now that Tom and I were at such a fragile point. I had seen Tom text to someone in secret, and it had been gnawing away at me since. I was afraid that it was Harrison, that my colleague would continue to try his advances. I couldn't let him, not when everything hung in the balance.
I leaned back in my chair and looked out at the cityscape. Chloe had told me that Karen had relapsed. She had had an episode of post-partum depression when Chloe was born, and we had fought our way through it. Could I reach out to her? Could that be a way forward? Costa Rica felt like a lifetime ago. I fingered on my phone, but finally decided to text her, asking her if I could come out to visit. I waited anxiously for the reply, trying to get some work done, when finally the phone buzzed.
"I am surprised to hear from you. After all this time", the text read.
I replied, explaining that I just wanted to catch up, to see how she was doing. She responded shortly after with her new address and sent me a time later this evening. We had sold our house and she had gotten a London apartment.
A knock pulled me out of my reverie. Harrison had arrived, his solid build filling my doorway and his clear eyes meeting mine. I motioned for him to enter and, once the door had closed behind him, I gestured for him to take a seat.
"You wanted to see me?" Harrison asked, crossing his arms over his expansive chest.
His sandy blonde hair was styled perfectly, giving him the appearance of a successful lawyer - which was a far cry from the man he truly was beneath that veneer.
"Yes," I began, gathering my thoughts before continuing.
"I wanted to speak with you about Tom and your interactions with him."
Harrison's gaze shifted towards thewindow, a telltale sign of his discomfort. I watched as his shoulders tensed slightly and a faint flush spread across his cheeks.
"What is it you want me to say?" he asked, sounding more defensive than I expected.
"I want to make sure you know last time was a one-time thing, and that Tom is mine.", I stated firmly, my voice echoing slightly in the dimly lit room.
Harrison shrugged, still avoiding eye contact.
"I figured as much. But you see, I can't help how I feel about him. He's attractive, and I know he's attracted to me too."
He turned to me with a determined look in his eyes.
"I'm aware of that, Harrison. And while I don't want you to pursue Tom, I understand that you are a man of desires and urges. But know this, if you cross a line, contacting him, there will be consequences."
Harrison laughed.
"He texts me, you know. Dirty little messages."
"Excuse me?" I asked, a chill running down my spine.
"Private messages about how he thinks about me when he's at the gym."
I narrowed my eyes at Harrison, realizing the seriousness of the matter.
"Is that right?"
Harrison leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"He is comparing me to you. I'm telling you this because I want you to know where we stand. I don't want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward here."
I grit my teeth, a swell of anger and jealousy rising in my chest.
"I appreciate your honesty, Harrison. But I won't tolerate any more of this."
"What are you going to do about it?"
Harrison's voice was dripping with sarcasm. I couldn't take it anymore. I had been enjoyed our threesome, but these advances, this growing interest in Tom, was the last straw. I lunged at him, my hands grasping for his collar.
"How dare you!" I shouted, pulling him towards me.
Harrison stumbled back, surprised by my sudden outburst. I could feel my blood boiling, my heart racing in my chest.
"You will not disrespect me like that!" I continued, pushing him against the desk.
Harrison's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly regained his composure, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Is that the best you can do, Philip?" he taunted, his voice low and dangerous.
I tightened my grip on his collar, my fingers digging into the fabric. I glared at him, rage coursing through me.
"I will do whatever it takes to protect what's mine," I snarled, leaning in close.
Harrison's smirk faltered, replaced instead by a frightened expression. He reached up and gripped my wrist, attempting to pry my hand away from his collar. But my grip was like steel, immovable. He tried to speak, to justify his actions, but I cut him off.
"I know what game you're playing, Harrison. I can play it too."
I pinned him against the desk with my body. This wasn't just about the dirty messages, it was about the way Harrison had been circling Tom like a vulture, waiting for his chance to strike. I wouldn't let him have it.
"You goddamn bastard," I snarled, my lips brushing against Harrison's ear as I leaned in close. "Keep your filthy hands off him. Keep your filthy mouth away from him. Or else."
Harrison pushed at my chest, his expressions twist into a mix of confusion, and anger. He was now breathing heavily, his eyes widening as he looked up at me.
"You can't do this, Philip. We work together."
"Believe me," I growled, "I can, and I will."
My grip tightened around his collar, and I forcefully turned him around, pushing him down onto the desk. I could feel the tension radiating from Harrison's body, the power dynamic shifting as I took control. I wasn't going to let him manipulate me anymore. I wouldn't be threatened by his advances towards Tom. My fingers traveled down to the waistband of his trousers, yanking them down around his ankles, showing his hairy legs.
"Stop it", Harrison yelled.
But I was the stronger one. I yanked down his black boxer briefs, exposing his round, firm ass. He struggled underneath me, but I pressed myself into his back, forcing him to submit to my desires. I could feel the growing lust, the hunger in my body calling out for his flesh. I wanted to punish him for his actions; I wanted to ravage him in a way that would make him think twice about coming onto Tom again.
"You can't..." he whimpered.
His voice was hoarse with fear, but it only served to fuel my desires further. I pressed my lips against his neck, kissing and biting him as I reached for my belt buckle, yanking it open and pulling my hard, throbbing erection free. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking myself a few times before guiding the head of my cock against Harrison's puckered hole.
"Don't you dare," he snarled, struggling against me again.
But it was too late. I pushed into him, his muscles resisting me at first, but then, with a bit more force, my cock broke through his sphincter, filling him up in one single thrust.
"Fuck!" Harrison cried out, stiffening beneath me as I bottomed out inside him.
I let out a groan of satisfaction, feeling his warm walls enveloping my dick. I started to withdraw, slowly, teasingly, watching the flush of pain and pleasure dance across his face. This was just the beginning. I was determined to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
"You're going to pay for those messages, Harrison," I snarled, slamming back into him, making him choke on his own gasps.
I thrust deep, my hips pistoning in and out of him, ignoring his protests. I was overwhelmed with desire, my need to punish Harrison overcoming any semblance of decency or professionalism. I wanted to assert my dominance over him, to show him that Tom was my property, my plaything. I ground my teeth together as I picked up the pace, the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoing through the cold, empty room.
"Please," Harrison begged, his hands clutching at the edges of the desk as I fucked him mercilessly. "This isn't right."
I ignored his words, my focus solely on the heat building up within me.
"You should've thought about that before you crossed me, Harrison." I growled low in his ear, my hips pistoning in and out of him without mercy.
Every time I pushed myself inside him, he let out another moan, both in pain and a hint of pleasure. My fingers gripped onto the fabric of his shirt, bunching it up, exposing the long stretch of his muscular back. My teeth sunk into his skin, leaving little marks as an afterthought for my claim on him. I trailed with my hands through his chest hair as I plunged deeper into him. Harrison's body tensed beneath me, wriggling and moaning from the sudden intrusion of a confident and dominant alpha male. I fisted chunks of his hair and pulled him closer, balls slapping against his ass with every enthusiastic thrust.
"You love it, don't you?" I sneered. "Now, be a good boy and take it".
My hips slammed into his, the friction raw and pleasurable. Harrison's breaths became moans, and soon he was pushing back against me, getting himself deeper onto my cock. I took it as a sign to continue and leaned forward, my chest pressing against his back as I wrapped one arm around his broad frame.
"Will you talk to Tom again, without my permission?" I demanded, gripping his chin and forcing him to look into my eyes.
"No, I won't," Harrison stammered, the fight gone out of him.
"Good," I replied, satisfied.
I resumed my powerful thrusts, feeling the tension drain from his body as he submitted to me. I could sense that he was getting close, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I fucked him with all the passion and anger that had been building up inside me for days. I loved the sight of my cock driving into his hairy ass, again and again, my balls slapping against his skin, leaving a wet, sticky trail behind. The desk beneath him creaked and groaned, protesting the harsh treatment, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the sensation of being inside him, feeling him open up to me, submitting to me, and knowing that he wouldn't try to make a move on Tom again.
I wrapped my arm around his chest, my fingers brushing against the hair on his chest as I pulled him closer to me, the angle allowing me to thrust even deeper into him. I could feel the pressure building up inside me, the tension winding its coil higher and higher with every thrust. Harrison, too, was close, his breath hitching as I slammed into him again and again.
"Oh, God," he moaned, his head thrown back against my shoulder. "Philip..."
I could feel the orgasm rushing through me like a tidal wave, washing away everything else in its path. I groaned, my fingers digging into Harrison's hips as I held him still, my cock twitching and spasming deep within him. He was mine now. I had claimed him, fucked him raw, and proven that he belonged to me. The hot spurts of my release filled him up only to trickle down between us, sticky and warm. My breathing was labored, every breathe a struggle, as I remained in place, my cock still buried deep inside him.
I felt Harrison's body tremble as he too, came, his cum spraying the polished oak of my desk in hot, sticky spurts. I couldn't believe what had just happened, the anger and jealousy that had driven me to take him, to claim him in such a way. I pulled out slowly, the feeling of emptiness alarmingly satisfying as I watched Harrison's gaping, slippery anus pulsating.
The room was silent other than our labored breathing and the faint hum of the flickering fluorescent light. I was panting as I pulled my cock out from Harrison's ass, leaving him with a widened hole, still contracted with my release. I took a step back, adjusting my clothes as I looked down at him.
"Now we understand each other," I said firmly, without a hint of apology or regret in my voice.
Harrison slowly lifted his head, his expression a mix of anger and shame. He pulled his trousers and underwear back up before reluctantly standing up, wincing slightly as he straightened out. I watched him adjust himself, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I didn't regret what had just happened, in spite of the rawness of his emotions. It was the only way to ensure that he wouldn't cross the line again.
"Get out," I barked at Harrison, my tone brooking no argument.
"But, Philip," he began, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
"I can't have you here right now," I said, my voice low and dangerous.
Harrison looked me up and down, his expression unreadable before he slowly backed away, nodding begrudgingly. As he walked towards the door, I couldn't help but let my gaze trail back to his skilled body. It had been on fire only seconds before. His flushed cheeks and tousled blonde locks told me that he had enjoyed my dominance as much as I did. I couldn't deny the fact that taking him like that was a strong primal rush, but it also brought me relief in knowing that I put him in his place.
I stepped out of the cab and looked up at the apartment building where Karen had moved after our divorce. It was the first time I`d visited her in her new home. I took a deep breath and entered the building, making my way to the elevator. When I arrived at her floor, I hesitated for just a moment before knocking on the door. Karen opened the door slowly, as if she was unsure whether she wanted to let me in. When she saw me, her face hardened. She had always been so warm and caring, but now she looked at me with contempt and anger.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice cold and distant.
"I just wanted to check on you," I said.
Karen let out a bitter laugh.
"Did you check on me when you decided to screw our marriage by fucking with Tom, while I slept upstairs? Really, Philip. And now you're here, pretending to care about me."
"I talked to Chloe", I said , trying to choose my words carefully. "She told me that you're going through a hard time. I remember how it was before."
Karen crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the door frame. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, her expression softening slightly.
"You helped me then, that's true. But this is different."
"I know -- but I'm here to try to explain myself."
"I suppose it's better than nothing," she said finally, stepping aside to allow me to enter.
The apartment was just as I would have imagined it - a minimalist haven, devoid of clutter and replete with a soothing color palette. Karen had always been one for clean lines and sleek furnishings, and her new apartment was no different. The large windows bathed the open-plan space in soft, warm light, while the clean lines and simple decor provided a comfortable, inviting atmosphere.
"It looks nice", I said.
"It's a place to sleep", she responded. "I guess I can't complain, it's close to work, when I am fit to get back."
I could see the sadness in her eyes, and the emptiness of the space only served to highlight the loneliness that she had been feeling. I followed her into the living room and took a seat on one of the sleek, modern couches. Karen settled into a chair across from me, her body rigid and tense.
"I'm sorry", I said, finally breaking the silence that had settled over us. "It was cruel of me, letting you find out the way you did. But it's not like our marriage was thriving."
"No, it wasn't. But you didn't do much to fix it", Karen said. "And our marriage might not have been perfect, but I didn't deserve to be blindsided like that. I thought we were working on things."
"I know," I said. "And I'm sorry. This was a part of me that I have been keeping buried for so long. It exploded in my face."
I took a deep breath, watching as Karen's expression shifted, her eyes softening at my words.
"I had always known that there was something you kept from me, but I didn't think it would come to that. And certainly not with the man married to our daughter."
Her lips formed a thin, straight line as she shook her head. What could I say? I had crossed so many boundaries I could not blame her for being hesitant of my sincerity. My life of lies had finally caught up with me.
"I love Tom", I said.
Karen's eyebrows pushed upwards as she gazed into my eyes, her lip quivering. The silent air between us was heavy, the weight of heartache and regret weighing upon it.
"Philip, that doesn't change the fact that you betrayed me", she replied.
Though her voice was calm, it was hinted with a steely resolve. I lowered my gaze to the floor, swallowing hard. I couldn't deny what Karen was saying. I had hurt her, and I deserved every hard word that she had for me.
"I would like us to meet. You, me and Chloe", I said, looking into Karen's eyes. "I hope she understands that I don't want to hurt her, but I want our relationship to be real and honest, not veiled in secrets like it has been."
Karen stared at me for a long moment, her hazel eyes burning with unshed tears.
"I can't guarantee that Chloe will agree to that", she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "She still loves her mother. And you and Tom's betrayal has left a wound that may never heal."
"I understand", I replied, taking a deep breath. "But you will try?"
Karen looked away from me for a moment, her eyes fixated on a blank spot on the opposite wall. She seemed to be contemplating my words, weighing the pros and cons in her mind. Eventually, she turned her gaze back to me, a hint of determination in her eyes.
"I'll talk to her, see if she's willing to hear you out", she said finally, her voice steady and filled with a strength that surprised me.
A wave of gratitude washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile at Karen's resilience. Maybe there was hope after all. At least a little.
I was all worn out by the time I returned to the apartment. It had been an intense day. I heard the sound of the TV from the living room , a welcoming sound that reminded me that I was back in my sanctuary. I found Tom sprawled out on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his sculpted body. It looked like he just had taken a shower.
"Hey," I said, walking into the room.
Tom looked up at me, a cautious look on his face.
"Hey, yourself," he replied, reaching up to rub his eyes.
"I'm glad you're still up. We need to talk."
"We do. I am sorry I have been distant. I am just so afraid to lose you, Philip."
Tom's voice crackled with a mix of concern and vulnerability. He sat straight on the couch, his sculpted body tensed up as he faced me with a mixture of emotions swimming in his azure eyes. The TV was still on, the Netflix show playing a reality show on mute in the background. I felt like I was trapped in a similar show myself. Harrison's words echoed in my head. I needed it out in the open.
"Harrison told me you had texted him. Dirty suggestions."
His face dropped and he looked away swiftly, his eyes darting towards the floor. The energy around the apartment suddenly felt heavy and tense.
"I don't know why Harrison told you that. But it is a lie."
"But I have seen you sneaking away with your phone", I said. "You weren't just on Instagram, were you?"
Tom shook his head, guilt etched across his face.
"No, I wasn't . I was texting to Chloe."
"What?" I asked, taken aback.
"I know I shouldn't have kept it from you, and I'm sorry," Tom replied. "I just want to explain myself to her, to make her understand."
He looked sheepishly at me with his big brown eyes, so innocent and sincere. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for suspecting him. I ran my fingers through my salt and pepper hair, feeling the weight of the day finally starting to catch up to me.
"I get it, baby. I went to see Karen myself."
I told Tom about me and Karen's conversation and the possibility that she would talk to Chloe and bridge a new relationship between us all, although with reservations and walls of mistrust. Tom listened, his brow furrowing as he took my words in. We were sitting on the couch, close enough to touch, but not quite there. His fingers absentmindedly traced the lines of the blanket that covered his sculpted body, his face expressionless as he tried to process the information.
"I think that is good news," he said. "And it was brave of you, Phil."
He leaned closer to me, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"I think you deserve a reward," he said.
Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was raw and intense, full of passion and promise. Tom's fingers found their way to my belt buckle, tugging at it eagerly as his tongue entwined with mine.
"A really big reward."
He slid down on the floor, between my legs as I sat on the couch. He did not hesitate, tugging at my trousers and pulling them down hurriedly, revealing my black boxer briefs who were now tenting out, clearly visible. Tom's movements were deliberate and eager, his eyes on my crotch.
"You don't have to," I whispered, but he cut me off, leaning forward and pressing his lips against the thick outline pressing against the fabric of my underwear.
His hot breath seeped through and my cock twitched in response, throbbing in anticipation. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, groaning softly as my hips cantilevered in response to his warm tongue tracing the outline of my cock. With a swift movement, Tom pulled down my boxers, and my cock sprang free. I was fully hard now, the purple head glistening with precum. Tom looked up at me.
"Fuck," I muttered, as Tom leaned in and licked the precum off the tip, savoring its taste. "That feels so good."
I groaned as Tom's mouth closed around the head of my cock, his warm, wet tongue swirling around the tip before he began to swallow me whole. I gasped as he took me in deeper, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked me off. Tom's hands gently cupped my balls, kneading them gently as he sucked me off, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin behind them.
"Fuck, Tom," I groaned, my fingers tightening in his hair. "You're good at this."
Tom looked up at me, his eyes shining with pride, and then dove back down on my cock. I felt his throat tighten around me as he took me all the way in, his nose pressing into my pubic bone. I moaned, my fingers gripping his hair tighter as he moved up and down my shaft, his tongue swirling around me and sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. He released my cock and looked up at me.
"Tonight it's all about your pleasure."
He licked my cock like a lollipop, savouring every inch, every vein. I couldn't hold back any longer I grabbed his head and forced myself deeper into his mouth, my cock pulsing with each thrust. The feeling of his hot, wet mouth and skilled tongue was too much for me to bear. He gagged slightly as I pushed further, his throat muscles constricting around my member. The sensation was indescribable.
"I can't wait," he murmured, pulling away from my cock for a moment. "Come for me, baby. I want to taste you in my mouth," Tom said, gazing up at me with his beautiful brown eyes.
His lips were moist and wet from sucking the head of my cock, making me want to fuck his mouth selfishly.
"Come on, baby," I groaned, gritting my teeth as Tom took me back into his mouth.
His tongue twisted and swirled around me, gripping me firmly while his throat worked to take me in and out. The feeling of my shaft sliding in and out of his mouth was almost too much for me to handle, but I wasn't about to stop yet. I gripped the back of his head and thrust into his mouth with primal lust, not holding back my need to see him falter and gag as I filled his throat to capacity.
Each time he pulled back, I could see the thick ropes of saliva and pre-cum connecting my tip to his mouth, and even worseâ€"his naked chest glistened under the dim lights in our living room. I pressed my hips forward into his mouth, my fingers tightened reflexively against his skull, and I heard Tom moan as my cock was concealed in his mouth again, his tongue snaking out to trace the vein that ran along the underside of my shaft. My spine arched as I bit my lip, trying to stifle my cry.
"Oh fuck", I whispered, running my fingers through his short brown hair.
I was lost in sensation now, my whole body begging for release. My legs shook, my hips rocked, and my fingers tightened in Tom's hair. He gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he sucked me off with a renewed vigor, his throat working to take me deeper and deeper each time.
My orgasm approached like a tidal wave, building slowly but surely before crashing over me in a torrent of pleasure. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a primal roar that echoed through the room, I came hard in Tom's mouth. My body jerked and writhed as the pleasure ripped through me, my balls contracting and my cock spasming as pulse after pulse of hot white cum spurted from the head of my erection. Tom swallowed every drop greedily, licking and sucking to milk me dry, until my shudders subsided and I could feel myself softening in his mouth.
I sank back onto the couch, breathing heavily, as Tom sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at me with a victorious gleam in his eye. My chest was heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. My legs were still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, and I could feel a blissful languor spreading through my muscles. Tom sat back on his heels, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Feeling better?" he asked, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.
I nodded weakly, still trying to regain my bearings. I reached down and cupped his cheek in my hand, stroking my thumb over his bottom lip.
"I'm glad you are back", I said.
"I never was gone", he replied. "I just needed time to think."
"If Karen makes Chloe reach out", I said. "We will face her together. I love you, Tom." I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop myself.
The truth of them resonated deep within my chest, a surge of emotion that bubbled up unbidden. Tom smiled, a soft and gentle smile that made my heart race.
"I love you too, Phil," he murmured back, leaning in to press his lips to mine.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into my lap and reveling in the feeling of his lithe body against mine. I lifted him up, and carried him to the bedroom. I laid him down gently on the bed. The moonlight crept in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his beautiful figure. I ran my fingers over his chest, gently tracing the outline of his firm pecs. He sighed softly, closing his eyes. I looked at him, taking in the sight of his smooth, pale skin. The contrast of the darkness outside and the pale light filtering through the window created a framed picture of utter perfection. He was the epitome of beauty, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of love for him.
"Good night, baby", I whispered.