We Have Till Dawn - Cara Dee Page 0,38

watched porn.

Who was this filthy god?

“You’ll need some type of lube if you’re going to fit this one inside you, yes?”

I managed to nod, and I crept closer to his body as if he were going to protect me from himself. It couldn’t be normal to sneak toward the danger, but damn if his danger wasn’t making me hard.

He smiled down at me. “Have you gone mute?”

“N-no.” I flushed and kicked myself mentally. Time to get my shit together. “It’s just embarrassing, Dad.”

“Nonsense. There’s nothing embarrassing about exploring yourself.” He dropped the dildo and the massager into the basket on the floor, then gestured toward the lube section. “Come on. Let’s find you a bottle of lube.”

I followed obediently and did my best to block out everyone else. How ironic, I’d been on his ass the first week about wanting to participate more, and now I’d lost my marbles.

“Wait. These look like fun, don’t they?” He stopped at a display with cock rings. “They’re supposed to make you last longer. Is that a problem you have?”

“Um. Maybe? I don’t know. Sometimes I come fast.” Like when he fucked me mercilessly and whispered what a dirty boy I was.

It didn’t take much around this man, what could I say.

“It’s nothing to worry about. I came fast at your age too.” He draped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. “What do you think? You want to try one of these?”

I eyed the black silicone ring inside its little plastic wrap, and I nodded. I remembered enjoying those before. “Could be fun, I guess.”

He kissed my temple and held up the cock ring. “We’ll take one of these, Steven.” Then he started unwrapping it. “Unzip your pants, son. We don’t know if it fits. There are three different sizes.”

Oh my God.

“Here?” I squeaked.

Squeaked. Like a child.

He furrowed his brow, confused. “What’s the problem? We’re twenty feet away from men who are watching porn and getting each other off—we’re surrounded by toys and dog collars. Do you think anyone’s going to be offended if you try out a cock ring?”

Doctors performed surgeries in an OR; that didn’t mean they would whip out their scalpels in the hospital cafeteria! Gah. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I undid my jeans and gave up on trying to slow down my pulse.

“See, this is why I came with you tonight,” he said. “If I left you in charge, you’d get nothing done.” He took over for me, quickly pushing down my pants halfway across my ass, then the boxer briefs enough to reveal my hard-on. “Someone’s excited already.”

The mortification flooded me, reaching new levels, but so did the excitement. His detached, no-nonsense behavior was gonna be the death of me.

“Oh my God, Dad,” I mumbled breathily. He rolled the tight silicone ring onto my cock and gave me a couple quick strokes.

“There,” he murmured, straightening. His fingers remained on my cock, and he slowed down his movements. “It looks pleasurable.”

I nodded jerkily, trying not to push into his hand. “So good.”

“Lube’s still missing, though. Follow me.”

It was mere steps away, a few feet, and he made no indication that he wanted me to pull up my pants again.

He read the labels for a moment, then held up a bottle to Steven, who jotted something down. I wasn’t paying attention to him. All I saw was Gideon opening the bottle of…liquid coconut oil.

“It’s organic,” he mentioned. “And edible.” Then he gestured toward the door in the back. “Go pick a booth. You’ll want to try it all out before we go home.”

At this point, my default response to everything was Oh my God.

Me and my scarlet fucking face hightailed it toward the back of the store, where I wasn’t one hundred percent sure we’d actually get more privacy. And I wasn’t sure I cared.

Absently tugging my shirt over my cock, I stared down the hallway of booths and swallowed hard. One so-called twin booth was available, and I peered inside. There was a love seat, a flat screen, a wastebasket, and a condom dispenser. The room reeked of disinfectants, which beat the alternative.

I hung my jacket on a knob on the back of the door.

At least the place felt clean. The love seat was of some latex material. Not very comfortable against your skin, but easy to scrub down. And somehow, I knew that’d been a factor when Gideon was looking for a place like this.

He joined me shortly after, along with the basket,