Curtis's Dads 23 (14 page)

“I thought you owed me, not the other way around?” Curtis asked as he got into Chauncey’s truck. Hot damn! He was getting road head.

“But giving me head brings you so much pleasure.” Curtis snorted. “Nice try, big guy.”

It was a nice try. Chauncey was going to keep trying until he had his cock buried in Curtis’s mouth. He glanced to make sure his mate wasn’t watching and then unsnapped his pants and lowered the zipper.

It didn’t hurt to be prepared. He climbed into the driver’s side, letting the seat back as far as he could while still being able to reach the pedals. God he was so smart.

“And I noticed you trying to free your cock, big guy.” Curtis cut his eyes at Chauncey as he buckled himself in.

Damn.

“I was just getting comfortable.”

“Not buying it.”

“My tummy hurt?”

“Nu-uh.”

“I have gas?”

Curtis scrunched his face up as he stared at Chauncey. “Now that’s just gross.”

Chauncey sighed as he pulled the truck around, heading it toward the road. He strummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove toward town as slowly as he legally could. There was only so much distance between the farm and town. His cock was still hard as hell, and he wanted some nooky, damn it.

“If I give you head—”

“Road head,” Chauncey corrected.

Curtis growled. “Anyway. Then you really owe me big time. I want you to—”

“Anything!” Chauncey shouted as he freed his cock. “Whatever you want, honey bunny.”

* * * *

Curtis couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this. He’d never done this before. “What if someone sees me?”

“I’ll gouge their eyes out. Now suck.” He wiggled his cock around, making Curtis lick his dry lips. Damn it looked big, and tasty, and big. He got to his hands and knees, slowly crawling over to Chauncey and then pushed his head into Chauncey’s lap, licking at the pre-cum that glistened at the eye.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Chauncey crooned as Curtis took the head into his mouth. He lapped at the helmet, letting his tongue explore. When he circled his fingers around the entire cock, Curtis realized just how big Chauncey really was. He had been too lost in the moment in the shower to notice. Now? Holy hell!

“You can take it, hon.”

Curtis breathed out of his nose as he opened wider, feeling the sides of his mouth burn with the stretch. His tongue played over the thick veins as he began to bob his head. He could hear guttural moans falling from Chauncey as he tried his best to suck his mate off. Curtis whimpered when he felt a hand slide down the back of his pants. He wanted to get fucked right here on the back road.

“Chauncey,” Curtis said when he released his mate’s cock. “I’ll owe you, but please fuck me.” He felt the truck swerve, and then it stopped.

“Get those pants off and hop on, hon,” Chauncey said as he pushed his jeans down his legs. “Go in the glove box. I have lube in there.”

Curtis grabbed it quickly and handed it over to his mate as he kicked his jeans off. He prayed no one drove by. It was early morning, so hopefully they were safe.

“Come here,” Chauncey patted his bare thigh. “Hop on my hog.” Curtis rolled his eyes at his mate. The guy was cheesy as hell, but Curtis honestly loved it. He pushed one leg over Chauncey’s massive thighs, situating it on the other side of him as he straddled his bear’s lap.

“Fuck,” Chauncey groaned. “You always look so good sitting on top of me.”

“Just fuck me, big guy.” Curtis could feel his face flushing at his commanding words. He was getting bolder. Chauncey lubed his fingers and then slid them into Curtis, making his head roll back as he moaned. Chauncey stretched him while they were parked on the back road. It felt fantastic!

“Ready?” Chauncey asked as he pulled his fingers free and then lined his cock up, biting into his bottom lip as Curtis slowly lowered onto his shaft. The burn covered his entire backside, making him hiss as he was sunk low.

Chauncey took a few deep breaths, and so did Curtis. He groaned when Chauncey gripped his hips, moving him up and down on his cock. Curtis leaned forward, nibbling at Chauncey’s neck as his mate made his head feel like he was walking amongst the clouds.

Curtis gasped when his bear growled and then bit into his neck.

He mewled as Chauncey drove his cock deeper. Curtis was close, real close.

He jumped, scrambling for his clothes when someone knocked on the driver’s window. Curtis looked over his shoulder to see his dad, Mark, glaring into the truck through the window. “For heaven’s sake, boy. Can’t you control that thing?”

Curtis’s entire body flushed as he shoved his shirt into his lap.

“Dad!”

Chauncey chuckled as he righted his clothes and then rolled the window down. “Something I can help you with?” Mark eyed Chauncey for a minute, a deep scowl on his face.

“Yeah, stop fucking my son on back roads.”

“Anything else?” Chauncey asked calmly.

Curtis didn’t see what was so funny as a grin broke on Chauncey’s face.

“Yeah, I need a lift into town. My bike broke down.” Curtis groaned as he quickly dressed. “I swear his timing sucks.” Chauncey climbed out of the truck but turned back and leaned in.

“Now you really owe me.”

“How?” Curtis asked incredulously. Like he called his dad and told him to interrupt them!

“He’s your pa.” Chauncey winked and then went to help Mark get his bike into the bed of the truck. Curtis sat in the front seat, his arms crossed over his chest as he pouted. If the idea didn’t make him want to vomit, he’d storm into his dads’ room right when they were having sex and carry on a conversation with them. The nerve!

“Scoot over,” his dad said as he climbed into the cab. He rolled the passenger window down and waved his hand like he was airing it out.

Curtis was smashed between the two large men as Chauncey started his truck. He eyed his dad when he bent forward.

“Yours?” He picked up Curtis’s underwear and held them up for all to see.

Curtis snatched them from his dad’s hand and shoved them between him and Chauncey. He wasn’t going to say a word. Curtis was pissed. He was that close to coming, and then he saw his dad’s face.

What a buzzkill. His cock had gone from sixty to zero in under a millisecond.

They rode into town, Chauncey and Mark chatting it up like they were the best of buddies. Curtis grunted half the time, refusing to speak. If he didn’t know any better, he would think his dad had done that on purpose.

He stomped from his mate’s truck once they arrived at the garage, walking down to the bookstore. Curtis walked into work steaming. He was still horny as hell. Now what was he supposed to do?

“Good morning,” Murphy said as he came from behind the counter.

“Yeah, it was,” Curtis replied as he walked over to the coffee side of the bookstore.

“You know, I used to have a stick up my ass, too. But once I yanked that sucker out, I felt
much
better.”

Curtis’s hands stilled as he looked over at his boss. The side of his mouth twitched, and then he smiled. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“Of course you did,” Murphy sang as he walked away.

Curtis shook his head as he got his station ready for the day. He glanced up when he heard the bell above the door. His mate walked in, looking around like he was about to rob the place.

“Is it safe to come in, or should I come back in ten years?” he asked as he stepped inside, but came no farther than the glass counter.

Curtis sighed. It wasn’t Chauncey’s fault his dad was intrusive as hell.

“You’re safe, for now.”

Chauncey grinned as he walked across the store, taking a seat at the counter. “Do you think they sell dad radars?” Curtis smiled. “If they did, someone would be very rich right now.”

“Does Murphy have an office?”

“Yes, he does,” Murphy shouted from one of the isles. “And you can use it. Leave a quarter on my desk.” Curtis and Chauncey eyed each other before rushing to the back hallway. Curtis beat Chauncey and had his pants down in under a second, bending over the desk.

“Fuck,” Chauncey said in a low growl as he closed the door and locked it. “Is that all mine?”

Curtis rolled his eyes. “Nope, only half. So don’t touch my left side.” Curtis’s fingers dug into the desk when he felt the blunt head of Chauncey’s cock stab at his ass. “What are you doing back there?”

“Trying to fuck the right side of your ass.” A burst of laughter rang from Curtis as he reached behind him and swatted at Chauncey. “Just fuck me already.” Chauncey growled and drove his cock into Curtis’s ass. He shouted as Chauncey grabbed his hips and rode him hard. The desk began to move across the floor, but Chauncey didn’t let up. Curtis lifted his leg, trying to get some kind of grip, but it was impossible, so he gave up and let his mate fuck him into the cheap metal of the desk.

Curtis felt his cock hitting the desk as his bear drove harder.

Chauncey’s hand slid down Curtis’s taut stomach as he pulled him back some more. Curtis was screaming by the time they had the desk halfway across the room. He was close, real close.

A fiery wave of sensation exploded inside of him as Curtis came hard. He tried to climb on top of the desk as his cock spurted his release.

“Stop trying to run from me, hon,” Chauncey said as he thrust over and over again. Curtis hung on for dear life. Just as he thought they were going to push the desk out of the back wall, Chauncey stiffened and shouted Curtis’s name, his hot seed filling Curtis’s ass.

He collapsed on the desk, trying desperately to grasp any air that was around him. Sweat poured down his face and back as Chauncey released him.

Bam, bam, bam.

“Don’t come all over my checkbook,” Murphy shouted through the door. Curtis grinned as Chauncey laughed.

This was so not a day for screwing in public.

Maverick sat on the couch at Panahasi’s penthouse. He watched as Balstic begged for his life. He had no sympathy for the fool who had helped put a hit out on the leader’s head. He rubbed his fingers over his stubbled jaw as the demon leader reached down and grabbed the man by his throat, slowly lifting him into the air.

“Tell us who wants us dead,” Panahasi said calmly.

Maverick had to give the man respect. He knew how to keep calm. It was a trait that wasn’t easy to come by. Either people were born with it, or they came by it the hard way, and some never learned the trait at all.

“I can’t,” the man whimpered. “He’ll kill me.”

“Like he won’t,” Christian said as he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “You have four men in this room that are going to kill you slowly, painfully. I’d reconsider who I felt was more threatening if I were you.”

The man’s eyes bulged as he attempted to turn his head to look at Christian, Zeus, and Maverick. Zeus stood, creating a menacing sight as he walked over to Balstic. He bared his canines as he yanked the man’s hair back. “I want to know the person who wants me dead, now!”

Balstic trembled in Panahasi’s grip as he swallowed a few times.

His eyes darted around wildly and then settled on the demon’s face.

“Shanta. It was Shanta who called the hit out on all four of you.” Maverick was floored but kept his face calm. Why in the hell would the Wood Elf tribe leader want them dead?

* * * *

Chauncey sat on the front porch, letting the swing slowly rock him to sleep. One eye slid open as he watched the truck make its way up his drive. He stayed that way as some of the mates from Curtis’s old pack climbed out.

“Hey, Chauncey,” Blair called out as he hopped up the steps. “Curtis here?”

Chauncey pointed toward the door as he yawned. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was rest. Steven had cooked a large dinner, Chauncey eating three helpings. What could he say? It was good.

“Thanks,” Blair said as he walked into the house, Cecil, Drew, Taylor, and Kyoshi following him. It was amazing to Chauncey that he could remember all their names. But then again, he was smart like that. He stretched and turned over, letting his left side hang over the swing as he closed his eyes.

The night was peaceful. Nothing but the breeze and the crickets could be heard. One eye popped open again as he heard the screen door open. Curtis walked out, heading straight for Chauncey.

He opened his arms wide as his mate crawled over him and laid his head on Chauncey’s chest. He held onto his mate as he pushed his foot out lazily. The swing swung slowly. He looked up at the night sky, feeling Curtis’s presence all through him as Curtis cuddled close.

“I thought you had company?”

Curtis rubbed his face over Chauncey’s chest and then rested his chin on his hands. “I do. But right now they’re trying to see if they can get D to drink a whole pot of coffee in one sitting.” Chauncey chuckled as he smoothed his hand down his mate’s back. “That should be interesting. I can hear Pa yelling now.” Curtis grinned. “He will be when D finishes the pot off. Cecil made an extra-strong pot.”

Chauncey inhaled his mate’s scent as Curtis lay across his chest.

How could life get any better than this? He brushed his hand over his mate’s hair, laying a kiss on his forehead before settling back.

Curtis sighed.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Uh-oh.” Chauncey chuckled as he heard his pa hollering. Things were about to get crazy around here. He held onto Curtis as the screen door flew open, the mates running outside, laughing as they gathered around the porch.

“What happened?” Curtis asked.

Drew glared at the rest of the mates. “D is in there trying to clean out the pantry, claiming nothing in there is fit to eat. How does he know? He doesn’t even eat!”

Chauncey jackknifed, grabbing Curtis to make sure his mate didn’t fall when his pa came storming out of the house. He hadn’t seen him that pissed in years. Holy fuck!

“You boys get your asses in there right now and stop him before I string all your hides up. He tossed everything out once already. I won’t have him wasting perfectly good food anymore.” Chauncey gaped at his pa. The mates ran inside like their asses were on fire. His pa looked over his shoulder at Chauncey and Curtis before he walked back inside. “That should get them moving.” He chuckled as Curtis cursed. “Remind me to
never
piss Pa off.” Chauncey laid back down, Curtis settling over him. “It is a sight, isn’t it?”