Unexpected

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Unexpected - Chapter 5

The Penthouse

I don't know how long I stood in front of the hotel, just staring at the revolving doors as people came in and left. I'm pretty sure the security personnel manning the entrance was already giving me strange looks. It wasn't that I'm afraid to face my biological father, but the fact that we both knew what we did. I'm still getting hard just thinking about it. What kind of sick person feels that way?

But it felt so right. The irrational part of my brain kept screaming at me. You know you want to get fucked by him again. Just admit it and we can all move past this. "Fuck it. Let's just do this."

I made my way back into the King Cole Bar where I was originally meant to meet him, where I ruined his expensive shoes shortly after arriving at the scene. At least I didn't eat today. I saw my bio dad, waiting at the booth, smiling as I approached him. "Adam." I said curtly as I stood by the booth when I reached him. 

"Liam, please sit." He was being so professional, it was weirding me out. I sat in front of him, smiled a bit to look like I was acting so normal and so polite but in reality, I was losing my fucking mind. I was nervous as hell because here I was sitting in front of the person who sired me and all I could think about was how delicious he looked in that tight-fitting white button down shirt inside his open suit. I was so close to creaming my pants. "Order anything you like from the menu." Even his voice was enough to make me orgasm. 

"I'll just have what you're having." I nervously smiled again. He chuckled, called the waiter and ordered for both of us, before looking back at me. 

"I think we really got off on the wrong foot." More like you came in the wrong hole. "Let's start from the beginning. I'm Adam Jackson Lowden and I'm your biological father." He extended his hand and I politely shook it but I couldn't help but blush a little because sparks flew the moment his hand connected with mine and everything we did the first night we met came rushing back to me.

"I...um...nice to meet you, sir." Sir? What the fuck? "I'm William Ridley Cunningham. Yup, that's my name." I sounded so dumb. 

"I know. I was the one who asked your moms, Tanaya and Sophie, to meet you when the time came. I was there when they adopted you and gave you a name." He said. There was both happiness and sadness in his face. "I'm really sorry for what happened to them." We both didn't realize that we were still holding each other's hand but the handshake had already stopped. It was me who let go first but we both turned red for not realizing. 

"It's ok. I—" I really didn't know what to say. Actually, I did, but I just don't want to offend him. "I don't want to offend you or anything. I just want my moms' house to stay with me. I don't want to lose it. My lawyer said I might lose it and I don't want to lose the last connection I have with them. We both know what we did a few days ago. Even though I liked it, I'm pretty sure it's wrong and illegal and it's hard to just pretend here that it didn't happen. As awkward as it is, I had to face you." I yammered and the smile on his face faded, but it wasn't anger that replaced it. I've seen his face like this before.

"You...liked it?" His eyes were turning sinister and I couldn't believe it was pulling me in. It was like he was about to devour me whole, right there in front of everyone. 

But, just as quick as it changed, his happy, polite and professional demeanor was suddenly back. "You know what? Let's have lunch first, talk about each other, and you can call your lawyer and tell them it all went well. I have the papers he sent in my room and I'll be happy to sign them for you after our Lunch. Would you like that?" 

I nodded and smiled. At least I was happy about something. I get to keep my moms' house and maybe keep the inheritance. Although, all that faded away when he looked straight back at me and smiled. "I'm glad you're happy." He bit his lip and I just lost it right there. I came. Right in the middle of lunch. While looking at my biological father's face. 

Told you you wanted to get fucked again. I can see my brain laughing at me and doing his happy dance. 

Our order arrived which broke me out of my orgasmic trance. Adam was smirking at me. I felt like he knew what had happened. I took the opportunity to distract him and myself by asking why he gave me up for adoption. 

"It wasn't my decision at first. I wanted to take care of you. Unfortunately, when you were born, I decided that what's best for you is to have both parents who'll always be present. I couldn't give you that, especially when your biological mother up and ran. She disappeared a few days after you were born. After I've decided to give you up for adoption, my dad gave you to two of his closest friends he knew wanted a kid. They accepted and even told me that I could present myself as the father when I'm old enough and responsible enough. Five years later, when my dad and I visited, I saw how happy they were with you and you with them. I didn't want to disrupt your life and theirs by coming into the picture. I also didn't want you to end up with me while I was still trying to get my life together. It would have just made you angrier at me because I would be there but I wouldn't be present at all." There was sadness in his eyes. I could see he really regretted not being there for me. He did believe he made the right choice and as much as I wanted to be angry at him, he was right. "So, naturally, I let you go. But, I never stopped caring and as much as I don't want to admit it, I never stopped loving you, kid, even after everything." 

"And now here, I am." I gave him a little smile, reassuring him that what he did turned out for the best. I understand why he did what he did and if I'm being completely honest, I'd do the same if I was in his position.

"Tell me more about yourself. I'd like to know if my genes actually passed on to you." We both laughed at his silly little quip. 

"Well, you already know I'm a graduate of sports science, but what I didn't tell you is that I graduated with honors from NYU." I started. "The gym I work at, I actually own the entire thing." I could tell from his face that he was beaming with pride. 

"The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree." He said, smiling. "Even though I wasn't there to guide you. I'm proud of the man you've become." 

"I had great parents. I guess I'm still glad you gave me up because I wouldn't have them if it wasn't for you." He had a questioning look. "Oh. My parents told me that I was adopted. Explained to me that they were hand-picked by the people who gave me up because they were friends and they knew they were the best fit for me."

"They were his best friends, your grandfather." He said.

"Wait, is he..." I trailed off. 

"Oh no. He's still alive." He laughed a little. "He actually asked me to let him meet you if things go well here."

"I'm guessing you haven't told him about the Prada shoes, then?" I joked. Suddenly, flashes of what transpired before that flashed before my eyes and I immediately got hard again. I'm guessing he did, too, because he blushed hard and he squirmed a little bit on his seat. 

Thankfully, our food arrived. While we are, we talked a lot about current events, where we live, and other mundane stuff that wasn't too personal. Soon enough we were done and he insisted on paying the bill. It felt like we were on a fucking date and it was making my heart feel like it's about to jump out of my chest.

"Uh I guess we're done here? About the signed papers, it's up in my suite. You want to come up or..." The question trailed off. I'm guessing he wants me to come up.

Not a good idea dumbass. You'll end up with your legs above your head again, or maybe that's what you want, you pervert. 

"I'll go up with you and just grab it so I don't have to take any more of your time." I, myself, not believing a single word out of my mouth.

The ride up to his hotel room was the most intense elevator ride I have ever been on. It was only the two of us and he was standing right beside me. I could hear my heart beating more intensely than before. I was so nervous because I don't trust myself around my bio dad, more so going up his room. 

Why the fuck did I just not wait for him downstairs? 

The four mirrored walls of the elevator were emphasizing my father's handsome features. I know he looked good without anything on, but damn, he looks even better with his suit and his tie and that slacks that accentuated his bulge and his ass.

"Like what you see?" I looked up at him and he was actually looking at me through the mirror, studying my every movement. "I like what I see." That made me blush hard.

"You're my father."

"Yeah and?" He smirked. "Can't I just admire my son? It's not like I haven't seen you naked or something." He laughed. "I just want to revel in the fact that my son grew up with all the right genetics. He got hit just like his father." He laughed again. I was so embarrassed but also, was getting turned on. He knew I knew he was hot and he was calling me hot right to my face. This is not father and son behavior. "Here's my floor."

The fact that we stopped at the penthouse meant my father was loaded. Is he the reason my parents were loaded, too? As we entered the suite and removed our shoes by the entrance, I noticed the Prada shoes I puked on along with the rest of his designer shoes. "Sorry about that one." I just pointed at it and he laughed.

"No worries. I'm not a fan of those anyway. They make my feet hurt." We both laughed. "Just make yourself at home. Want anything to drink?" He said as he removed his suit and tie walking towards what I presumed was the bedroom. 

"No thanks. I just..." I stopped mid-sentence because he got back out without his shirt on. I stared. My father's perfectly sculpted body was on display again and memories of the night we hooked up flashed right before my eyes. 

"Here are the documents." He handed me the manila envelope as I stood there gawking at his immaculate form. "Aren't you going to take it?" I realized I was staring too long and he was already smiling devilishly at me. Fuck.

"Yeah, sorry." I grabbed the envelope from him but as soon as I did, my fingers grazed his and a jolt of electricity ran through my body, igniting every nerve fiber that longed for his touch.

"This is so fucked up." I heard him say before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him, the envelope dropping on the carpeted floor as soon as his lips found mine. 

Fuck. Not again. Fuck. 

His soft supple lips tasted perfect and as soon as he felt me kiss back, his tongue probed entry on mine. I wrapped my arms around his head and really went for it while his arms encircled me, pulling me closer to his body. I can feel his body heat emanating even though we were in a fully airconditioned room and I was still fully clothed. 

It's happening again. You don't want this. It's delicious. You are fucked in the head. I want to feel him again. You will rot in hell. I don't care anymore. He's not even my parent. 

My thoughts wrestled with each other as I savored my bio dad's mouth on mine. His hands had found their way inside my pants and were cupping my ass. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted. He hoisted me up so I wrapped my legs around him. He slowly carried me to his bedroom, without breaking the kiss. 

"I..." I started to say as soon as he broke the kiss while laying me down gently on the bed. "This is..." He didn't let me finish.

"I..." He grabbed my shirt, ripped it open and dove on the center of my chest, licking along my pectorals. "Don't..." He smiled up at me as he proceeded to unbuckle my belt and in one fell swoop, he managed to remove my pants, my underwear and my shoes. "Fucking care..." He pushed his pants down, his fully naked gorgeous greek statuesque body on display right in front of me. "Anymore." He added as he crawled back on top of me and kissed me with those beautiful, delicious lips again. "I'm going to make your drunken memories of the night we were together as clear as day." He whispered as he slowly kissed his way down my body before engulfing my hard pulsating member down to the root. 

"Fuck!" I moaned and whimpered as he rolled his tongue around and on the underside of my shaft and my glans. He knew what he was doing and having him do it while I'm completely sober was mind-blowing as fuck. It doesn't compare to any other hookups I've had. Not even my ex-boyfriend was this good, hell not even Mac. The vibrations of his throat muscles around my dick was also driving me insane. "I'm close!" I squealed like a bitch in heat, however, all the movements and the pleasure I was feeling came to an abrupt stop. I looked down and he was looking at me, smiling, slowly distancing himself from my dick. 

"We don't want that. We really haven't even started yet." His smile disappeared but a look of pure lust appeared on his face. He licked his lips as he grazed his palm forward, up my body until two of his fingers probed my mouth open. I sucked on them, fully knowing what he intended to do because as soon as my spit slobbered all over the thick fingers in my mouth, he pulled them out and gently inserted them in my quivering hole. 

"Oh fuck!" I moaned. I felt his fingers scissoring and probing my love button and it just felt absolutely delicious. 

"I knew you'd like that. We did that a few nights ago. I had three up in you and you were whimpering in pleasure." He said softly. "Do you remember?" He asked before suddenly jamming three fingers directly on my prostate. That jolted back a few memories. 

I remember riding him, his dick directly gliding and pressing on my button as I slid up and down him. I could feel every ridge and every vein in me, I guess because of the drinks and the party favors. Then I was on my back, my legs up on his shoulders as he pummeled my ass into oblivion. Everything that night I suddenly remember. 

"Fuck yes!!" I hissed. His fingers continued probing me. "Please, dad. Just fuck me already." Dad? Why the fuck did I say that?

"Not yet, son." He emphasized the word son before kneeling back down and planting his luscious lips directly over my quivering hole. 

"Shi...fuuu...nnnhhh" For the first time in history, I experienced a full bodied anal orgasm as he kissed my ass lips and probed my asshole with his tongue. The feeling was indescribable as pleasure shot up from every nerve fiber in my body while his tongue danced inside me. "That's my boy." He detached himself for a second to say that seductively before latching himself again and bringing me to new heights. 

"Please." I whimpered. "I can't take this anymore. Fuck me dad." I moaned. "Fucking right now!" He just lifted his head up and smiled at me.

"As you wish." He stood up and lined up his throbbing erection towards my hole. I could feel the head pulsing as it bore through me slowly, gently. It was practically painless and all I could think about was that no one has ever done me like this without the initial pain. I could feel my hole relaxing, accommodating his entire girth as he entered me, the warmth spreading all over my body, sending pleasure more than his tongue ever did. "I can't believe you're tighter than last time." He smirked at me and suddenly, pushed the rest in, fast. 

"Unnnhh" was all the sound I remember making before my body shuddered in a sudden extreme pleasure force before I blacked out for a split second. When i I regained consciousness, I felt his body on top of me, his face over mine, looking at me like no one else ever did. Happiness, pride, longing, lust and love I think that summed up what his expression was before he smiled and started slowly moving his thick monster inside of me. 

"You ok?" He asked. I just nodded, speechless. Ok can't even begin to describe how wonderful I was feeling at that moment. It was absolute perfection. That up until he kissed me, and that's where the floodgates opened. 

I came. Hard. I could feel the warmth spreading in between us but he didn't stop kissing me and fucking me. I could feel my ass spasming over the veins of his shaft as it speared through me while I orgasmed. The next thing I felt was him stopping his thrusts and his dick jumping inside me. There was also a warm glow that emanated from inside my ass, spreading all over my body. He was cumming, and he was cumming a lot. I could feel it fill me while also dripping down the sides of my ass. That sent me over the edge and I had another anal orgasm, this time, cum flowed like warm lava out of my dick, unlike before when he was tonguing me. I was surprised that this was feeling even better than before. He managed to keep kissing me as I spasmed underneath him.

"This is so fucked." I managed to say out loud when he broke the kiss after we came down from our orgasmic high. He looked at me, about to say something, but before he could do so, I pulled him back in and kissed him, once again.

I felt his dick regrowing and twitching inside me for the second time that afternoon.