Chapter 2: Recipe for Disaster
Speechless! Shocked! Deer in headlights! I was all of that, plus a few more things. Denial is a well that runs deep, and I was at the bottom of it. There was no way in hell that Sterling was Kyle's father. It just couldn't be. I had to be dreaming, but for some reason I wasn't waking the fuck up. WAKE UP!
"Babe," Kyle's voice brought me back to reality, "that's my dad. Dad, this is my boyfriend, Kevin."
"Kevin, it's nice to meet you," he said, pretending he'd never met me before.
Slowly, I extended my hand out as if I were a robot or something, "Nice to meet you as well, sir." I sounded like I was on autopilot.
Our hands touched, and it reminded me of the way his body felt pressed against mine. He had been inside of me, and boy, oh boy, did he have his way inside of me. He knew the way I reacted to dick. He had heard my moans and groans. The way the muscles in my ass clenched, he understood. The worse part was he knew how I fucked, and he loved it. We fucked each other three passionate times that night.
"Dad," Kyle's voice broke my thoughts, "what are you doing here?"
I quickly let go of Sterling's hand and wrapped my arm around Kyle's waist. I don't know why, but I felt like I needed to show or prove we were some united front. My eyes scanned the room, looking for somewhere, anywhere to look. I couldn't take looking Sterling in the eyes.
"I'm here to see you. I wanted to talk. Apologize for things. Can we talk, son?" As he asked, I could feel his eyes shifting back and forth between me and Kyle.
"I-I," Kyle stammered. "I don't know if I'm ready for that conversation yet."
"Okay, I understand. Let's start out light. Maybe I can cook dinner for everyone," he said. "Tonight."
Kyle answered, "Okay. I guess I could do that."
I smirked awkwardly. God, how I wished I could have been anywhere else in the world. Instead, I was standing there looking at Sterling's gorgeous face, and all I wanted was to jump his bones again.
***
By either some act of God or grand design, I was nominated to help Sterling in the kitchen. Every fiber of my being wanted to protest. It was a bad idea, but I couldn't draw attention to myself. There was a role that needed to be played, and I had no choice but to play it.
Kyle and his mom were outside on the patio enjoying the breeze and, I'm sure, discussing Sterling's return to their lives. As for Sterling, he was preparing his noodles and making his "famous" sauce.
I had my back to him and was mixing the batter for my German chocolate cake. I was in my zone, lost in the peace that came with baking. I dipped my finger in the batter and tasted it. It was so good. I loved eating the batter.
"Mmm...so good," I applauded myself.
"Is that the batter," Sterling asked.
I nodded my head as I dipped my finger back into the cake batter. Sterling moved directly behind. His presence nearly sucked all the air out of my lungs. I couldn't stomach being so close to him because it made my body remember the way he touched me and held me.
"I love the batter," he said as he took my finger and brought it up to his mouth.
I watched in slow motion as he extended his tongue out. He licked my finger like it was the sweetest thing, and then he took it into his mouth. I gasped as his lips closed around my finger.
Whatever air I had left in my lungs, he took. He swirled his tongue around my finger. My knees buckled, and my dick twitched. His fat lips felt so good around my finger. I could feel a twitch in my balls. He slid my finger out of his mouth with a POP! His eyes met my bewildered gaze.
He smiled and said, "I love the taste of batter. Tastes even better on you. Reminds me of something else I tasted recently."
His eyes dropped down to my groin. I had to thank God I had worn jeans; otherwise, he would have seen the blood pumping in my penis. My little guy was swollen, and my hole was throbbing. It was not the best predicament to be in, considering my boyfriend was right outside.
I softly yelled, "You can't do that. As a matter of fact, you can't even be next to me."
He threw his arms up and backed away, "So, we're just going to pretend that it never happened?"
"We don't have a choice. Kyle's your son. I slept with my boyfriend's father." I was still in total disbelief.
"We didn't know. You can't be blaming yourself for that."
He was right about that part. I didn't know him, and he didn't know me. For a split second, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me. His stare burned deep. There was so much intensity behind it.
I frowned, "Stop staring at me like that."
"Like what," he asked in the form of a whisper.
"Like you've done things to me." I had to look away when I said it because looking at him was turning me on.
"I have done things to you. You did things to me. If given the chance, I'd like to do more things to you."
"What," I was stunned by his admission and slightly confused. "I thought you were straight, Mr. Sterling."
"Oooh," he said as he moved into my personal space, "I like that. Mr. Sterling. I am straight until I'm not."
I backed away but could only move so far. I found myself with my back against the kitchen counter. Sterling pressed the front of his entire body against the front of mine. My cock started to throb. He felt it. I know he did because he looked down and smiled. Then he leaned in until his lips were right next to my ear. It sent shivers down my entire spine.
"The only time I'm not straight is when I think about you. You turned me out, Kevin. You were my teacher, and I think I need another lesson."
I turned my head slightly to look at him. I was going to say something. Before I could utter a single word, he kissed me. He ran his hand down the small of my back, and I swear I could feel his hands touching me all over my body. His hard cock grinded against mine. I grabbed a hold of his fat ass and gave it a powerful squeeze. He withdrew from the kiss.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did any of that," he apologized as he backed away from me.
"It's okay. We had a night that we both really enjoyed. It was a fleeting moment in time. Now we can just go and be the people that Kyle deserves," I said as I wiped his kiss from my lips.
"You know what," Sterling began, "we need some music."
Sterling turned the stereo on. "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge was playing. All I wanted was to be torn apart piece by piece by Sterling. That was driving me insane. How could I be so into him? He was just a hall pass. He was also Kyle's father. It was too much for me.
I quickly walked away. I needed to splash some water on my face. Everything was throwing me off my game and not in the best way. I politely excused myself and made my way to the bathroom down the hall.
I quickly splashed the water on my face. For a moment, I stood there and calmed myself down. I opened the door, and Sterling was there to greet me. He pushed me back into the bathroom as he kissed me fiercely. For a second, I kissed him back. Then I remembered that Kyle was just outside. I pushed him away.
