CHAPTER 4: DANGEROUS
The smell of turkey, stuffing, and pumpkin pie hit my nose the moment I entered the house. It had been months since I'd been back at Kyle's mom's house. It was safe to say I had gone out of my way to avoid it since I had been fucked by Sterling in the bathroom. Now, we were back here for Thanksgiving dinner.
As much as I didn't want to show up, I figured it would be easy to navigate things with a house full of people. I was also determined not to let Kyle out of my sight. Sterling had tried on numerous occasions to see me again since our last adventure together, and I had done a stellar job of avoiding him.
The second we entered the house, I found him in the sea of family members. I glanced across the living room, and our eyes locked in on one another. Someone was standing in front of him, engaged in a conversation. Sterling was smiling at them but speaking to me with his eyes.
Kyle placed his hand on my shoulder, "You okay?" He was such a loving and supportive boyfriend.
Quickly, I averted my attention to Kyle. He smiled at me as he lovingly placed his hand on my cheek.
"I'm fine. Just famished," I lied.
"Well, we better get you something to eat," came Sterling's voice.
His voice, along with his strong presence coming from behind me, froze me. I could feel his energy flowing out of him and onto me. Kyle smiled at his dad. My heart broke a little as I quickly reflected on what I had done behind his back.
Kyle greeted his dad, "Happy Thanksgiving, dad."
"Happy Thanksgiving! Kevin, Happy Thanksgiving."
I turned around and, with a forced smile, replied, "Happy Thanksgiving, Sterling."
With a quick smile, he said, "There's so much to be thankful for. The relationships I've been building. My son and you as well."
"Me," I asked. "I haven't done anything."
"Oh, but you have," he countered.
"Babe, what have you done," Kyle asked.
"Nothing that I'm aware of."
"Nonsense. You're the reason my son is so happy. You give a special type of joy. I can only imagine the type of pleasure you bring to everyone."
I chuckled nervously, "If you will excuse me. I'm going to use the restroom before dinner."
I was headed for the bathroom on the main level when it occurred to me that it was where I had let Sterling fuck me. There was no way I was going to use that bathroom. No one was paying any attention to what I was doing, so I quickly made my way to the upstairs bathroom.
I stepped out of the restroom, and he grabbed my arm. Sterling tossed my back against the wall. Before I could react, he lifted my legs, and like a fool, I wrapped them around his waist. He seized the opportunity and pressed his large man bits against my bits. His hand ran up the side of my thigh. Despite my wearing jeans, I could still feel his touch.
"Put me down, Sterling," I snapped as I struggled to get free.
"No," he said as he pushed deeper between my legs. I could feel his cock growing in his pants.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Ain't nothing wrong with me. What the fuck is wrong with you? You trying to keep all this beautiful body away from me, Kevin."
His hips started to move in round and round. The pressure of his thick penis pressed against my heavy balls made my parts twitch. The look in his eyes caused my heart to flutter. Everything just faded away. He leaned in closer as if he was going to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. My body begged for it.
He whispered, "Touch me!"
Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around his strong back. My hands slowly slid down his back and onto his round ass. The desire to squeeze his cheeks felt overwhelming. I did what came naturally to me. I cuffed his cheeks. He made his ass wiggle back and forth in my hands.
He inhaled my scent, and then he kissed me. We took our time sucking each other's lips. Our tongues met like a moth drawn to a flame. Pleasure filled me as he dry-humped me against the wall.
"Babe, you up here," Kyle called out.
Sterling broke away from our kiss. My body quickly slid down the wall. I readjusted myself and made my way to the stairs. Before I could get there, Kyle bent around the corner. He looked at me and then passed me at his dad. Sterling was off in the background, trying his hardest not to look guilty.
"Dad, what are you doing up here," he asked.
Very smoothly, he replied, "I came to check on Kevin. He seemed off earlier."
"That was thoughtful of you. Dinner's about to be served, bae." He planted a kiss on my cheek. I didn't even know how to respond. My body was in panic mode inside.
Dinner went well. Nothing more happened. The family played games, most of which consisted of drinking. Before I knew it, Kyle was drunk, and I was tipsy. We decided to spend the night. We slept in his old bedroom.
In the middle of the night, I woke up in a sweat. For some reason, I was on fire. I made my way down to the dark kitchen. The ice water was a welcome relief to my burning body. The touch of his hand startled me. I nearly dropped the cup. He turned me around to face him. I didn't even know he had stayed over.
His shirtless dark chocolate body glistened under the moonlight. The pajama bottoms he was wearing hugged in all the right places. He eyed me up and down. I was in a pair of boxer briefs that hugged my cock tightly. His gaze made me feel vulnerable and naked before him.
