Claimed By My Ex's Dad

ALISTER'S POV

It all started with a typical bachelor party.

I hate bachelor parties. Always have. They're just a strange excuse for men who can't face the fact that their youth is slipping away to pretend they're still young, still free, still... wild.

But of course, that never stops anyone from throwing one, does it? Timothy, my long-time friend, had insisted I come to his bachelor party, and of course, I didn't have the heart to turn him down. He insisted, practically begged me to come.

"It's tradition, Alistair," he said, like I didn't already know that. What he didn't know was that marriage was a tradition I had no interest in. Let alone a bachelor party with everyone acting like complete fools.

Even though I'd rather have been doing anything else-catching up on work, having a quiet drink alone, hell, even dealing with the constant flood of emails would have been nice. But no, I was stuck in a fancy hotel suite in the middle of the night, surrounded by half-dressed men, shots of tequila, and strippers who won't stop dancing my way. Tempting the shit out of me.

What were we celebrating again? The end of freedom? The beginning of... whatever it was men convinced themselves they were entering?

My mind got carried away till I noticed one of the stripper, who had been eyeing me for the last ten minutes like I'm some kind of meal ticket.

A tan skin beauty with long dark hair, and curves that knew how to move had her eyes set on me. And trust me I was digging into it. She wore a deep red lace bra barely holding her in, a matching thong that sat low on her hips, and thin gold chains around her waist that caught the light when she moved. Black heels made her legs look endless.

She avoided every guy in the room and only strolled my way, handing me shots after shot of tequila while she giggled. Until it was her turn to get a chance with the pool that she let me breathe a little from the drinks. The broad was sexy, I'll give the guys credit for finding her and the little man between my legs seemed excited for her long legs.

She did her magic on stage while the guys whistled and hyped her performance. I force my way out to the balcony for a breather. The urge to hurle had my head spinning and I wasn't ready to make a fool out myself amongst the fools already out there. I took the seat by the railing and rested my head on the back. Letting the alcohol settle in as the fresh air made my nerves calmer.

The balcony door clicked open and slowly slips in the tan broad who was meant to be working her way on reaping her audience off. She stood in front of me, taking her time gobbling me up with her eyes. Waiting patiently for me to give her an order or a command maybe.

"Kneel"

I ordered and she did.

A very obedient broad it seems., spreading my legs wider, she slipped in-between and rested her chin on the surface of my trousers. Grinning at the fact the little guy was starting to wake up from his nap. Her finger trailed at my zipper, fighting back her eagerness to reap my trousers open to sink her teeths into them.

"Don't keep me waiting."

I growled and her eyes lit up, unbuckling my belt with ease at a slow pace.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced down on the table to see his name lighting up the screen

"Hey, Dad,"

comes the voice on the other end of the phone. It's Sutter. My son.

"Yeah, buddy?"

I grunt, doing my best to keep it together. The stripper's hand already had my fly open and manoeuvering her way to get my dick out.

"What's up ?How's the training coming along?"

"Good, Good. Actually I've got big news"

My dick came flying out next

"I'm- I'm all ears!"

I swallowed a grone as her lips came in contact with the cap of my dick.

"I got the job,"

Sutter says, his voice a mix of pride and excitement.

"The tech gig in China. I'm leaving this coming weekend. I thought I'd tell you first."

I try to keep my voice steady.

"That's great, Sutter. Really proud of you."

A small chuckle bubbles up in my chest as the stripper shower kisses

around me. Giggling at my reaction to her touch.

I suppress another groan quickly, but it's hard. So damn hard.

He goes on and on about the trip and how bad he felt for missing our monthly father and son bonding we did. Promising to make it back to me but in all honesty I wasn't paying attention.

I tried to focus on what he was saying, but the stripper-bless her-was way too distracting. I had completely zoned out of the conversation as she... well, let's say she got a little more enthusiastic.

My son, on the other end, must have caught onto my distraction.

"Dad? You there? What's going on? You sound... preoccupied."

I pulled the phone away from my face for a second, trying to stifle a grin.

"Ah, yeah. Just multitasking."

I say, glancing down at the stripper who's currently giving me more attention than I've gotten in a while.

She takes in a deep glup of my dick. A strain hiss escapes my lips before I chuckled again to hide my predicament.

"Oh, so you're getting blown off again, huh?"

he chuckled

"Just like old times, huh?"

Teasing me further as we both laughed,

"Come on, son. I'm a grown man. I can handle a little distraction."

"Just make sure you don't get any ideas, okay? I'm only 29. I'm not ready for a step-sister just yet,"

he joked, his voice taking on a more mocking yet serious tone.

"I wouldn't count on it,"

I respond, trying to hold back the laugh that's begging to come out.

"I'll try to keep it under control. You know how I am."

"You're never in control, Dad,"

he shoots back.

"Don't you know that by now? Anyway, just... be careful, alright? I don't need to find out you're marrying some stripper before I'm even settled."

"You're right about one thing,"

I reply, rubbing my forehead, trying to keep my composure while the stripper works her magic with her tongue. Edging me closer to exploding all over her gorgeous tanned face.

"But I'm not marrying her. I Promise."

"I'll believe it when I see it. Be careful, alright? You might just end up with more than you bargained for."

"Don't worry, son. I'll handle it,"

"Well, that's a relief. You'll be fine, old man. Just... try not to get yourself too distracted. And don't forget to wear a condom."

I chuckled lightly. Zoning out again

"You've got it, kid. Take care of yourself over there."

"Yeah, yeah. Call you later, Dad."

"Later."

I said, hanging up the phone.

Sutter's right. I've been distracted, all right. By something far more interesting than anything I've ever encountered at any bachelor party I've agreed to go on.

I look down at the stripper, now practically crawling on top of me, her hips swaying in a rhythm that no man could possibly ignore. As much as I want to stay here and pretend like I'm not enjoying this. A man urge to fuck the living daylights out of her is hard to beat. I'm a man with needs. And right now, those needs are pressing.

I stand up quickly, motioning for her to follow me. Without a word, she does, practically trailing behind me as I guide her toward the back room, away from the other guys and their Endless chatter. The door clicks shut behind us, and I waste no time. I grab her, pulling her into me, kissing her roughly. My hands move over her body, pulling off the little things she called clothes off her with a hunger I can't even explain. She's willing. Oh, so willing. And I need this. Now.

The night's only just begun, and I've got plans. Dark, dirty plans that leave me excited.