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My Future Son-in-law -- Part 3
As I entered the hotel lobby together with Karen and Chloe, I felt as if I was being swallowed whole by its grandeur. The chandelier above us was a constellation of crystal, casting prisms of light onto the polished marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of money and expectation. I could feel the weight of the upcoming ceremony pressing down on me, a tangible force that made my heart pound in my chest. Karen, in her tailored pantsuit, looked every inch the successful doctor she was. Her eyes, however, held a hint of sadness when she looked at me. I knew she noticed the distance I'd been keeping lately, the empty space between us that seemed to grow with each passing day. Little did she know the reason for this.
Chloe, our daughter, was a vision in her emerald green dress, her dark curls cascading down her back. She was the picture of youthful exuberance, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She had no idea that her father was harboring secrets that could shatter the illusion of our perfect little family. Secrets that involved her fiancé, Tom. The very thought of him sent a jolt of electricity through me, a primal urge that I struggled to suppress. I had tasted him twice, in moments of weakness and desire, and now I was craving more, no matter the consequences.
The hotel staff greeted us with warm smiles and efficient nods, leading us to the private dining room where the rehearsal dinner would take place. The room was adorned with simple yet elegant decor, the abundant laughter from the guests punctuating the soft strains of a meticulously curated playlist playing in the background. I could see Tom across the room, his sculpted body hidden beneath a fitted suit, his expression a mask of contentment and calm. Chloe went to greet him , her laughter echoing through the room as they embraced. I watched as they exchanged a lingering kiss, a pang of desire hitting me right in the stomach. Around us, the young waiters were buzzing around. My fingers clenched into fists; the longing nearly unbearable. It had been one month since my secret rendezvous with Tom, when I had snuck in to his open house viewing, and the memories were as vivid as ever. He had submitted to me with a willingness that left me wanting more. I wondered what it would be like to have him under me again, to taste his submission, to feel his body writhing beneath me.
I couldn't help myself. I had to have him again. I excused myself from Karen and Chloe, pleading a headache, and made my way to the restroom. Once there, I locked myself in a stall and discreetly messaged Tom. "Meet me in the restroom in 5 minutes," I wrote, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I waited, I adjusted my suit, taking a deep breath. I could hear the sound of the door opening and closing, but no response to my message. I waited, the anticipation building with every passing second. And then, there he was. Tom walked into the restroom; his eyes wide with surprise as he spotted me. He looked around nervously before making his way towards my stall, slipping inside and locking the door behind him.
"Why did you fucking text me Philip", Tom asked angrily as he closed the door behind him.
"I can't stop thinking about you", I replied.
"You better forget me. This can't happen again", Tom said.
He looked as if he'd been caught red-handed, his eyes wide and fearful. But I could see the glimmer of desire in them, too. I took a step closer to him, the air growing thick with the scent of his colognes - a subtle, enigmatic blend of sandalwood and musk.
"I can't help it, Tom", I murmured. "You have no idea how much I want you."
He took a step back, his hands raised as if to ward me off.
"Philip, I'm engaged to your daughter. I can't do this again."
"I know, Tom. But that doesn't change the way I feel about you. The way I crave you."
I reached out and touched his cheek, my fingers trailing down to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his heartbeat against my fingertips.
"We don't have to do anything. I just need to feel you, to taste you. That's all.", I whispered in his ear.
Tom's eyes widened, but he didn't push me away. He was a handsome man, too handsome for his own good perhaps. His dark brown hair just shaggy enough, framing a sharp jawline and full lips. The tips of his ears a vibrant shade of pink. Oh my god, I wanted to kiss him again. My eyes zoomed in on those full and soft lips, and the anticipation of another taste made my heart beat faster. I could feel the heat rising on my face, and I could sense Tom's resistance fading as my fingers gently traced his chest, sliding under the lapels of his suit jacket.
"We shouldn't", Tom murmured. "Please, Phillip. We shouldn't do this."
Ignoring his words, I leaned in closer, my thumb smoothly tracing the outline of his lips. And in a flash, my resolve weakened. I pressed my mouth against his, feeling the softness of his lips against my own. Our teeth clashed together, our breaths mingling as I coaxed his mouth open, eager to deepen the kiss. Tom's arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. I groaned, a sound of pure primal hunger, my hands moving to his hips as I yanked him closer. Our cocks rubbed together through the fabric of my pants. I wanted him so badly, my mouth eagerly exploring his neck and shoulder, sucking and biting as I ground my hips against his. Pushing him up against the cold metal door, I trailed my hands down his chest, feeling the muscles through the thin shirt. Suddenly, Tom broke away in panic. He pushed me back, his hands pressing against my chest.
"No, Philip. I can't do this."
His words hit me like a slap in the face. I stumbled backwards, trying to regain my composure.
"What do you mean, you can't do this?" I demanded.
Tom adjusted his clothes, avoiding my gaze.
"I mean, I can't betray Chloe like this. I can't keep doing this to her."
My heart was racing, and I could feel a knot forming in my stomach.
"But, Tom-"
"No, Philip," he interrupted. "I need to end this. Now."
I watched as he walked out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My mind was racing, my body thrumming with desire and frustration. I took a few deep breaths, trying to process what had just happened. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my cock was straining against the fabric of my pants. It had been so long since I felt such desire, such a primal need for physical connection. I knew I couldn't go back to the dinner table, not after that. I couldn't face Karen or Chloe, knowing what I had done.
Somehow, I stumbled out of the bathroom and walked back to my seat at the rehearsal dinner, my throat tight with shame and resentment. I took a sip of wine, feeling the burn as it went down my throat, and tried to focus on the conversation around me, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Tom. Karen and Chloe were in the other end of the room, talking to my sister-in-law. My gaze drifted across the room to the waiters, busy serving food and drink. My eyes scanned their faces, lingering on the young, attractive server who I had noticed earlier. His name tag read 'Steve'. He caught my gaze and smiled, his teeth gleaming white against his tanned skin. I held his gaze, a slow burn of desire simmering in my chest. I couldn't deny what I wanted, what I needed. I raised a hand, beckoning him over. He approached me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Can I help you, sir?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I leaned in and whispered, my voice low and rough.
"Yes. I need you to go into the bathroom stall and suck my cock," I said, my eyes fixed on his.
His hazel eyes widened, but he didn't pull away, his tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously. I could see the shock and intrigue warring in his eyes, but something about the situation must have intrigued him because after a long moment of hesitation, he gave a single nod in assent.
"Yes, sir. Let me just finish up with this tray, and I'll meet you in the restroom," he whispered.
I discreetly made my way to the restrooms and waited. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and he slipped inside. Without a word, I led him to a stall, locking the door behind us. The space was cramped and tight, but it didn't matter. I needed release. Steve was no Tom, but he seemed eager and willing to attend to my needs.
"Get on your knees," I ordered, unzipping my fly.
Steve lowered himself to the ground without hesitation, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the thrill of power as he looked up at me, his hazel eyes wide and submissive. His dark hair was cut short, the ends curling slightly at the nape of his neck, and a few stray locks fell across his forehead. His lips were full and soft, a perfect shade of pink. I could see the slight stubble on his otherwise smooth chin, a shadow that spoke of his youth. I pushed my dress pants down over my hips, my black boxers straining to contain my aching cock confined within. Steve's eyes followed my movements, his gaze lingering on the bulge of fabric. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my cock.
He leaned forward, and I could see the anticipation in his eyes. The excitement that matched my own. His breath was warm against my skin, hotter than I expected, as he slowly pulled my boxers down to release my swollen shaft. The feel of the cool air on my heated flesh made me hiss between my teeth.
"Open up", I demanded as I grabbed the back of Steve's head, guiding his lips to my already leaking cock.
I could feel his tongue flick against my length, making me groan aloud as I braced myself against the cold, tiled walls. He didn't disappoint. He opened wide, taking me deeper than I expected, his lips stretching around my girth.
"Fuck, yes", I muttered thickly.
The feeling of his hot, wet mouth enveloping my cock was intoxicating. Steve seemed to sense my need for release, his head bobbing faster as he sucked me in deeper. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock, teasing the sensitive spot beneath the head as he pulled back before plunging down again. My thighs tensed as I fought back a moan, not wanting to draw attention to what was happening in the stall. His hand reached up to cup my balls, gently massaging them as he sucked my cock down his throat. I couldn't help but let out a low growl, the sensation was almost too much to bear. My fingers dug into his dark hair as I guided him down further, my hips thrusting up to meet his eager mouth. The feel of his beard stubble against my sensitive skin added to the already overwhelming pleasure, and I could feel my orgasm building deep in my core.
"That's it, Steve. Just like that," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck, yes."
My thrusts grew faster, more urgent as I felt the tension building within me. Steve sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he buried his nose in my coarse pubic hair. I could feel my legs trembling, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I reached the brink of release.
"I'm going to cum," I warned, my voice strained with pleasure.
Steve didn't pull away, but rather sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock as I exploded into his mouth. I could feel my semen flooding his mouth, his throat working as he swallowed every last drop. He didn't pull away until I was completely spent, his lips still wrapped around my sensitive flesh. My breath came in short, sharp pants as I opened my eyes, looking down at him. His hazel eyes were glazed with pleasure, a droplet of my cum on his bottom lip.
Without a word, I pulled him to his feet and pressed my lips to his, tasting myself on his tongue. He moaned into my mouth, the taste of my own semen sending a thrill down my spine. The act was filthy and depraved, but I couldn't help myself.
"You did good, Steve", I said.
"Thanks sir", he replied as I pulled up my underwear and pants.
I could feel the heavy weight of lust hanging between us as I stepped out of the stall. Without saying a word, Steve cleaned up and left the bathroom. I adjusted my clothes, not caring about the mess I was in. Steve had gotten me what I needed; not like the intimate scene that had played out moments ago with Tom, but it had taken the edge off things. I walked back into the ballroom and resumed my seat, sipping my wine and trying to compose myself. My heart was still racing, and my mind was clouded with desire.
"You look pleased", Karen said.
She stood right next to our table. Caught off guard, I quickly looked away, taking another sip of my wine.
"Just enjoying the evening," I muttered, my voice strained.
Karen's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze assessing. I forced myself to meet her gaze, maintaining a neutral expression. She was an intelligent woman, and I knew she could read me like a book if she wanted to.
"Chloe and Tom seems happy", she said.
"I agree", I said. "They do seem to fit together."
Karen nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.
"I haven't seen Chloe this happy in a long time. She deserves it, after everything she's been through."
I took another sip of my wine. I couldn't deny that my own daughter deserved happiness, even if I wasn't the one to give it to her. I was betraying her time after time.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of wine and cake, as I pretended to be the doting father-of-the-bride, not the man who had just manipulated a waiter into giving him oral sex in the bathroom. I watched Karen chatting politely with Chloe and her friends, her green eyes alight with laughter and happiness. I saw Chloe beaming with pure joy as she spoke with Tom about their future plans. And I saw Tom, his blue eyes clouded with confusion as they caught mine. The blow job had only temporarily saved me from my urges and frustrations. I longed for him in a way that I had never experienced before. The way he made me feel was addictive, and I couldn't help but be drawn to him.
The next morning, I awoke early, put on a pair of speedos and went down to the pool area. The sun was about to rise, and it was deserted. I spotted Tom sitting at the pool side, wearing a tank top and speedos. His chiseled chest and defined arms were on full display under the early morning light. I walked towards him, my eyes never leaving his body. He turned to face me, a mixture of surprise and resignation in his gaze. Behind us were a row of simple cabanas.
"Philip, what are you doing here?" he asked.
I shrugged casually, taking a seat next to him.
"Just thought I'd take a swim. Care to join me?" I asked, my eyes daring him to decline.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Fine. But just for a swim."
We walked to the edge of the pool, and I dove in with a smooth plunge. The cool water felt like a balm against my skin, soothing my frayed nerves. Tom followed; his form perfect as he cut through the water towards the opposite end of the pool. I watched him swim, admiring his toned body, silently cataloguing every movement, every dip and rise of his muscles as he moved. The water was still cool, but it began to warm under the sun's rays that were peeking out from behind the horizon.
I swam out to the deep end, and Tom joined me, treading water next to me, his dark hair plastered to his head under the water. The sun was now fully up, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple. I could see Tom's eyes were closed, and he looked at peace, surrounded by the calming waters of the pool. I swam closer to him, feeling my desire for him returning with a force. I reached out and touched his arm, feeling the warm, wet skin under my fingertips.
"Tom", I said, my voice low and husky.
"No, Philip", he whispered.
My legs brushed against his under the water's surface. Tom glanced at my hairy chest, such a stark contrast to his smooth, toned body.
"I just want to make you feel good, Tom. Better than anything Chloe could give you."
I swam even closer to him, until our bodies were practically touching. Tom's gaze met mine, and for a moment, I saw a flash of desire in his eyes. I took advantage of the moment, reaching out and wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him to me. Our bodies pressed together in the water, our cocks rigid and ready.
"Philip, we can't," Tom whispered, looking panicked.
My mouth was hovering next to his lips, our breaths mingling and creating a sense of anticipation. The moment was tense. But I had never been the kind of man to let fear dictate my actions. I took control, capturing Tom's lips with mine. He resisted at first, his mouth pressed shut, but the feeling of my tongue tracing his lips sent a shiver down his spine. He opened up to me, surrendering to the kiss. I plunged my tongue deep into his mouth, tasting the remnants of mint toothpaste on his tongue.
Tom groaned into my mouth, his hands gripping the sides of my waist as if he couldn't hold onto anything else. The water swirled around us, but all I could feel was Tom's body pressed against mine, our cocks hot and hard against each other. My grip on him tightened, and I pulled him towards me, crushing our lips together. Our bodies sank lower into the water, my hands roaming freely over Tom's chest, feeling the subtle curve of his pecs and the hard planes of his abs.
"Philip, this is crazy. Anyone could walk in on us."
Tom tried to break free from my grip, but I held him firmly. I leaned in, whispering in his ear.
"Who the fuck cares? I want you, Tom. I've wanted you for months. I can't take this anymore."
I pushed him against the wall of the pool, reveling in the feeling of our wet bodies pressing together. I could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his speedos as I ran my hands over his chest and abs. Tom's hands were on my shoulders, trying to push me away, but his touch was weak and hesitant.
"Philip, please. We can't do this here," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
"Why not? No one's around," I replied.
My hand snaked downwards, cupping the bulge in his speedos. Tom looked around, to the row of small cabanas lining the pool side.
"There," he said, nodding towards the last cabana.
I nodded, and with a strong kick, I propelled myself out of the water and towards the cabana, Tom close behind. The moment we reached it, I yanked the curtain open, leading us into a dimly lit space that smelled of chlorine, sunscreen, and a faint scent of pine from the fresh wreath hanging on the opposite wall. The air was stifling hot, and I could practically taste the tension between us. The walls were made of weathered wood, and the floor was lined with a worn, faded rug. The cabana was adorned with a small table and two plastic chairs, along with a worn-out umbrella that hung lopsided.
I pulled Tom into the cabana, and he reluctantly followed. The curtain closed behind us, blocking out the morning light. We stood in the dimness, our bodies still pressed together, my hands roaming freely over his chest and abs. The atmosphere was charged with desire, the tension palpable in the air. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his earlobe, feeling him shudder at the contact.
"You're mine, Tom," I said, my voice low and rough. "Mine to do with as I please."
"Philip, please," Tom pleaded, his voice soft and trembling. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
My fingers brushed against the bulge in his speedos, causing him to gasp as I squeezed gently. I saw his eyes widening and a faint flush spreading across his cheeks as I trailed my fingers downwards, teasing him mercilessly.
"Please, Philip," Tom begged, "I....I can't..."
I silenced him with a kiss, my lips pressing against his passionately as my other hand roamed over his muscular chest, feeling the sweat dampening his skin. I could feel his muscles tightening and flexing beneath my fingertips. My cock in my Speedos was aching to bust free. My hand slid down to cup his ass, my thumb hooking into the waistband of his speedos. I pulled firmly, dragging the fabric down over his ass cheeks and revealing the smooth, muscular flesh of his rear end.
"Philip! No!" Tom protested, but his voice was weak, and his body trembled with need.
My thumb trailed the crevasse of his ass cheeks as his cock was still covered by the fabric of his Speedos. I caressed the outline of his ass, eliciting a sharp breath from Tom. Then I started to rub my thumb over his hole, circling it and feeling how it twitched under my touch. My cock was screaming for release, the bulge in my Speedos becoming uncomfortable.
"Philip, this is insanity," Tom said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if someone sees us?"
"Let them watch," I said, biting his shoulder.
The tip of my thumb finally breached his hole, and a low moan escaped Tom's lips. He tensed, his body shuddering beneath my hands. I could feel his pulse quickening and his wetness started to seep through the fabric of his Speedos. I took a deep breath, sliding my thumb inside him slowly, enough to loosen him up. Tom panted, his hands grasping my shoulders as he leaned his back against the wall. His eyes were shut, and his head was thrown back, exposing his strong jawline.
I could feel the muscles in his ass tightening around my thumb, as I slowly moved it in and out of him. The sensation was maddening, the walls of his sphincter so warm and soft. I kept my thumb buried inside him, while my other hand reached down to grab Tom's cock, still hidden beneath his Speedos. The fabric was wet with pre-cum, and I could feel him shivering with need.
"Philip, please," Tom pleaded, his voice strained.
But I was beyond reason. My desire for Tom had consumed me, and I was powerless to resist the allure of his body. I pulled my thumb out of him gently, leaving him gasping and shivering with need. I tugged at his Speedos, dragging them down to his ankles, leaving him naked and vulnerable in front of me. I took a step back, taking in the sight of him. His body was glistening with sweat, his chest heaving with exertion. His cock was rigid and erect, the head flushed a deep red. I reached for it, wrapping my hand around it, and he whimpered, his knees shaking as I took him fully into my fist. His cock was thick and long, and I marveled at how well it hardened under my touch.
I leaned closer to him, our hot breath mingling as I kissed him deeply. I felt him respond, his body molding to mine as I explored his mouth with my tongue. He tasted sweet and salty, a mixture of sweat and pool water clinging to his skin. I couldn't help myself, my hand moving from his cock to his balls. I cupped them gently, feeling their weight in my hand as I massaged them. Tom gasped, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. I took advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, flicking my thumb over his nipple. He shuddered, his back arching as he moaned softly. I pushed down my own Speedos, releasing my aching cock. It stood tall and proud, the mushroom head swollen with need. I got even closer, reached out and wrapped my hand around both of our cocks, our full lengths pressed together, hot and slick. I started to stroke us both, moving my hand up and down in slow, steady movements. Tom sighed, his head falling back again as I trailed kisses down his neck. My free hand continued to explore his body, teasing his nipples one after the other, until they were hard peaks.
"God, Philip, this is insane," Tom whimpered, his voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing.
But his words only served to fuel my desire for him. I tightened my grip on our cocks, increasing the pace of my strokes until we were both panting with need. I had to be inside him. Now. Right here.
"Philip, please," Tom breathed, his voice trembling with fear and desire.
But I didn't listen. I grabbed him by the jaw, forcing him to meet my gaze.
"Look at me, Tom. Look at me," I said, my voice low and slightly menacing.
Tom swallowed hard, and I could see the resolve in his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, and I took that as consent. I pressed my lips to his, demanding entry. With my free hand, I reached for the bottle of sunscreen that lay abandoned on the small table. I squeezed some of the white lotion onto my fingers, warming it up between my fingertips before returning my hand to Tom's ass. I trailed my fingers over his hole, feeling it twitch under my touch as I coated it with the sunscreen. Tom tensed up slightly as I pressed the tip of my finger inside him. I added another finger, exploring his moist hole and preparing him for what was to come.
"Are you ready for me, Tom?" I murmured against his ear, my breath hot and heavy.
"Yes," he whimpered.
His body relaxed slightly under me as I moved my hands up to his chest, caressing his chiseled abs and pecs. I pounced on him, pinning his arms above his head, holding him down on the waterbed.
"I've waited so long for this," I said, gazing into his lust-filled eyes. "Turn around. I'm gonna fuck you against this wall." I whispered darkly into Tom's ear before biting down on his earlobe.
I let go of his wrists and he let out a gasp as my hands roamed to his ass, squeezing it firmly. I yanked down the speedos that were still tangled around his ankles, letting them drop to the floor of the cabana. He stood naked in front of me, his cock jutting out proudly, weeping with precum. I kicked off my own speedos, moving in closer to him as he obediently turned around, facing the wall. My cock was now free, and I could feel it brushing against his smooth ass. Tom's breath hitched as I ran my hands over his body, teasing him before I finally took hold of his hips, pulling him back against me. I could feel his body tensing as I pressed my cock against his entrance, the tip wet with precum.
"Philip," Tom whispered, his voice barely audible.
But I didn't need to hear him speak. I knew what he wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige. With a swift thrust, I entered him, feeling him inhale hard as my cock filled him up. He was tight, so fucking tight, and I had to pause for a moment to regain control. But Tom wasn't having any of it. He pushed back against me, impaling himself further onto my cock.
The sensation of his tight, warm hole enveloping me was building an inferno in my abdomen. I sucked on his earlobe again, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, leaving a mark I knew he'd be able to feel later. Tom's face was pressed against the wall of the cabana, his fingers gripping the wooden material, as he cried out in pain and pleasure. I could feel his body shuddering beneath me as I thrust deeper and harder.
"Philip, yes! Fuck, just like that," Tom moaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
The sound of his voice was music to my ears. I squeezed his hips tighter, using my body weight to press him harder against the wall.
"That's right. I'm going to make you scream like that again, Tom. You're going to forget all about Chloe."
He was so tight as I fucked him slow strokes. The months since I had him last faded away. It was just him in and me. I could hear people coming out to the pool area, but the risk of getting caught only heightened my excitement.
I was so close to cumming, and I wanted it to last. I pulled out of him. He gasped at the sudden emptiness. I turned him around, pushing him down onto the floor of the cabana. His head hit the rug with a soft thump, but he didn't seem to notice. He was now on all fours on the floor, his ass raised, exposed to me. I got on top of him, like a dog in heat , and he whimpered softly as I rubbed my cock against his entrance. I teased him, just touching him, not entering him yet. I pressed the tip of my cock against his hole, feeling him clench as I pushed gently. But I wasn't satisfied with just a gentle entry. I wanted to claim him, to dominate him. So, I drove into him, hard and fast, feeling him cry out as I filled him up completely.
His back arched as I pulled out, only to drive back in again, harder this time. Tom craned his neck back, eyes wide, mouth open, as I filled him. His face was twisted, and I could feel his body beginning to tremble. Tom's grunts and whimpers were like a symphony to me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"Look at you, Tom, taking it like the little fuck slut you are," I sneered, grinding my hips against him as I spoke.
His eyes closed; Tom surrendered himself to me. His body quivered beneath mine as I began a relentless, hard tempo. My hips pistoned forward, each thrust filling him to the hilt. I reached around him, gripping his cock tightly in my fist. I made sure it was the same rhythm, moving in sync with my thrusts. I moved my other hand up to his chest, squeezing his nipple tightly, causing him to cry out in both pleasure and pain. The sweat dripped down my face and body as I pounded into him, rough and unforgiving. My hairy chest rubbed against his smooth back, creating a friction that made me groan with pleasure. Tom's hands were clenched into fists, gripping the rug beneath him as he took every thrust with a gleam of defiance in his eyes.
"Fucking take it, you little whore," I growled, each word dripped with venom and desire.
I kept my grip on his hips, pulling him back onto my cock with every hard thrust. Tom let out a soft yell of pure carnal pleasure, his back arching and his chest heaving. His body was teetering - on the verge of exploding. I could feel it too, the wave of release building deep within my core. My hands tightened on his hips, digging into his firm flesh as I thrusted deeper into him, harder. My cock twitched inside of him, throbbing with the need to release.
"Say it," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "Say you're mine."
Tom's eyes flickered open, meeting mine. I could see the hesitation in his gaze, the internal struggle that was warring within him. He wanted to give in, to let go of everything holding him back, but he couldn't bring himself to utter those words. I saw the turmoil in his eyes, and for a moment I hesitated, my thrusts slowing down as I searched his gaze.
"Say it," I repeated, my voice softer this time.
Tom's chest heaved as he looked away, his gaze falling to the rug beneath us.
"I'm yours, Philip. I'm yours."
His words were a whisper, but they sent a rush of warmth through my chest. I slipped my grip from his tortured nipple, and he let out a breath as he collapsed onto the hard, uneven floor of the cabana. I followed him down, my body plastered to his. I reached for his cock, stroking him gently.
"Now say it like you mean it."
Tom was silent for a moment, his eyes barely open. He took a deep breath, and I could see his resolve.
"I'm fucking yours," he gasped, his voice tight.
I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction at his words, and the rhythm of my thrusts grew even faster. Tom's screams became slightly louder, each one punctuated by the force of my thrusts. I could feel him clenching around my cock, his ass squeezing my length, milking me as he rode the wave about to lead to his orgasm. I moved my hand down to his cock again, stroking him in sync with my thrusts, watching as beads of precum coated my fingers and stained the wooden floor.
"Cum for me, baby", I urged , biting his ear roughly as I did so.
I could feel his body beginning to shake uncontrollably as he relentlessly approached his climax.
He tensed up beneath me, his ass squeezing my cock tightly as I thrust into him. His cock was twitching and jerking in my hand as finally came, the ropes of hot, sticky cum shot out and painted the rug beneath us. The scent of sex, sunscreen and sweat filled the air, and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. I felt my balls tightening, and I felt how a wave of pleasure crashed over me, starting from the base of my spine and radiating outward.
"Jesus Christ, Tom," I groaned, gripping Tom's hips tighter as my body surged with pleasure. "Fuck, I'm cumming."
Through blurred vision, I could see the walls of the cabana dissolve away as my orgasm took over, and I began to lose myself in the euphoria. I felt a powerful surge of warmth coursing through me, and my cock throbbed as I ejaculated inside Tom. My body shuddered with pleasure, each pulse of semen forcing itself out of me, filling his tight hole. Tom's head was thrown back as he recovered from his orgasm, his mouth hanging open as moans escaped him.
"Philip," he gasped, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his orgasm.
My climax was making my vision blurred and I saw stars behind my eyelids. With each spurt of my semen, the intensity of my orgasm increased, sending a wave of pleasure washing through me.
Tom lay beneath me, his body spent and trembling, as I emptied every last drop of cum inside of him. My movements slowed down, and I finally stilled, my cock still buried deep inside of him. I could feel myself softening, but I made no move to pull out. I wasn't ready for this moment to end. My breathing gradually returned to normal, and my senses became heightened. I could feel the sweat running down my chest and back in rivulets, and the smell of sex and chlorine was heavy in the air.
"Shit," I muttered, slowly withdrawing my semi-erect cock from him.
It made a slick, wet sound as I pulled out, leaving Tom momentarily limp and gasping. I rolled off him, landing heavily on the rug-covered floor. I stared at the ceiling of the cabana, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. Tom groaned as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees before slowly standing up. I couldn't help but admire him, from his perfect pecs to his erect cock that still glistened with a mix of sweat and cum.
"You might want to get dressed," I said. "It's not a good idea if anybody were to see you like that."
Tom silently nodded, and reached out to grab his Speedos, quietly putting them on.
"You are getting married today", I said to him, as I leaned on my elbows, catching my breath. "That still stands, right?"
He turned around to face me and a look of conflict passed over his handsome features. I could see the guilt in his eyes, and I knew he wanted to say something, but his lips remained sealed.
"Of course", he said. "I love Chloe, Philip. This... It doesn't mean anything. I just... I needed it."
I nodded, understanding his rationalization all too well. I had experienced those urgent desires that could not be ignored, even in moments of uncertainty.
"But we can't make a habit out of this.", Tom added.
I could hear the hesitation in his voice, the fear of being caught, but I also detected an undertone of excitement. I knew he was just as aroused as I was, even if the guilt was eating away at him.
"I will keep our secret, Tom." I reassured him as we left the cabana.
I adjusted my Speedos as I followed him, my body still humming with the release of our shared indulgence. We didn't speak as we walked back to the pool area. The sun had shifted in the sky, casting shadows across the pool decks and lounge chairs. Guests were lounging in the sun, sipping cocktails and chatting amongst themselves. I hoped we had been discreet enough, but even if someone had noticed, I didn't care. The thrill of what we had done, the rush of pleasure and desire, still echoed through my veins. I couldn't help but steal glances at Tom as we stood at the edge of the pool. His hair was still damp from the sweat of our encounter, and his cheeks were flushed. In just a few hours, he would be a married man. Married to my daughter. And my dirty mind was already scheming how to have him again.
But for now, Tom left to prepare for the wedding. I watched him walk away, his wet footsteps leaving a trail on the pavement. He didn't look back, and I knew he wouldn't. I sighed, diving back into the pool. The cool water enveloped me, washing away the remnants of our encounter. I swam a few laps, trying to clear my head and focus on the task at hand: being a good father to my daughter on her wedding day.
I stood in front of the mirror, knotting my tie with deliberate movements. The silky fabric contrasted against the roughness of my fingers, providing an unexpected reminder of the sensation of Tom's slick body beneath my touch. I scowled at the unwelcome intrusion of thoughts about my future son-in law and shook my head in an attempt to banish the memory. Behind me, Karen was adjusting her hair, the golden locks cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She looked stunning, as always. I couldn't help but steal glances at her reflection in the mirror as I knotted my tie. Her chocolate-brown eyes met mine, and she smiled warmly at me.
"Philip, are you ready to go?" she asked, her voice gentle and calm.
I nodded, turning to face her.
"Yes, Karen. I'm ready."
She walked over to me, her heels clicking softly against the marble floors of the hotel room. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.
"I'm so glad. I know how much this wedding means to Chloe, and I want everything to be perfect for her."
"It will be," I assured her, though my thoughts were still lingering on Tom. "Have Tom and Chloe decided on a honeymoon destination yet?"
My mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts, the memories of my recent encounter with Tom fresh in my mind.
"Yes, they've decided on a beautiful beach resort in Costa Rica," Karen replied, applying a final coat of lipstick. "They'll have a week of relaxation and adventure, surfing, zip-lining, and exploring the rainforest. It'll be a perfect start to their new life together."
I nodded, mentally noting the location for future reference.
"Hey Karen, let's surprise Chloe and Tom! Imagine their faces when we show up on their honeymoon!" I exclaimed with a wicked grin.
Karen raised an eyebrow, puzzled by my sudden suggestion.
"What do you mean? We're not invited, Philip. We can't just barge in on their honeymoon."
"Oh, come on, Karen! It'll be fun. And think about how excited Chloe will be to see us. We can plan a little surprise party for them, maybe a romantic dinner on the beach."
Karen hesitated for a moment, considering my proposal.
"I don't know, Philip. It seems a bit presumptuous. What if they don't want us there?"
I took her hand in mine, my gaze softening.
"Karen, we're their family. We should be there for them whenever they need us, especially during this special time. Besides, I think it'll do us some good to get away from the hustle and bustle of our daily lives. What do you say?"
Karen looked at me for a moment, considering my words. Then, she smiled softly.
"Okay, Philip. You win," Karen said, a curious smile on her face. "Let's surprise Chloe and Tom on their honeymoon."
I hadn't thought she would fall for it, but Karen's eyes sparkled with excitement at the suggestion. It was a dangerous game I was playing, putting myself in such close proximity to Tom, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to be near him again.
We made our way to the wedding venue, hand in hand, Karen still blissfully unaware of my indiscretion. The ceremony was nothing short of magical. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the beach as Chloe and Tom exchanged their vows. I watched with tears in my eyes as my daughter officially became a married woman. Tom was wearing a crisp white suit that accentuated his fit physique, his dark hair slicked back. I couldn't help but think about when he submitted to me in the cabana - the taste of his lips, the way his hair stuck to his forehead when he was flush with release, and the feeling of his body beneath mine. I felt a guilty twinge in my stomach at the thought, but it was quickly overpowered by a raging desire for him once again. I couldn't help myself; I wanted him badly. The thought of Karen and I showing up unannounced at the beach resort in Costa Rica where he and Chloe were honeymooning ignited a flame of excitement and lust in my belly. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't resist the temptation.