Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

“That’s a problem for you, then?” he asks, lifting a brow.

“What?”

“That I’m your father’s best friend, and I’m twice your age?”

It’s not a problem. It’s never been a problem. But we can’t. It would destroy a lot of things, and it would be beyond reckless. I can’t find the words to say it though because Bryce is here and he’s touching me.

“Because,” he continues, “last time I checked, we were two consenting adults. We can do what we like, Katti.”

“No, we can’t,” I whisper, waving my hand between us. “This is why I moved away. Because of this. This tension. I had to get out before I did something crazy and ruined everything.”

“Crazy,” he says softly. “Crazy like this?”

He presses his mouth to mine, soft at first. It doesn’t stay that way. Our lips touching is like setting a match to gasoline. Everything in me ignites. The moan that escapes me is feral and needy and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Bryce’s hands are on me, exploring my body with bold surety. His tongue strokes across my lips, and I open for him, allowing him to plunder me. All I feel is heat and fire and pleasure, and I’m soaking wet. Sliding his hands down to my ass, he lifts me off the floor and presses me harder into the wall. My legs naturally wrap around his waist, pressing us together intimately and so suddenly I can’t breathe.

This is so wrong. But it feels so right. It’s better than every fantasy I’ve ever had. We fit together like lock and key, and the way I can feel him hard against me has me aching for him. If I don’t stop him soon, I’m not going to be able to stop.

God, I don’t want to stop.

“We shouldn’t,” I say, breathless in between gasps for breath.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Bryce makes a sound low in his throat. “I don’t think it’s a good enough reason.”

“Why not? You’re willing to risk your friendship with my father?”

He pulls back far enough to look into my face, at level with mine since he’s holding me up. “You’re not the only one who’s tried to move on and failed, Katti.”

I feel like I’m falling through the floor again, and this time when he kisses me, I don’t even think of stopping him. I can’t. Not now.

“I’m going to take you into your bedroom, Katti, and I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he says against my skin, licking my neck. “And I only have one request.”

“Oh?” I say, struggling to hold on to my power of speech. His lips seem to erase it entirely sending spirals of heat down through my core.

“Don’t mention your father again tonight. We’ll deal with the fall out, but I don’t want to think of him—and I especially do not want you to think of him—when I’m inside you.” He presses his lips to my ear, whispering. “And I plan on being inside you for hours.”

I shudder against his body, vision going blank with overwhelming arousal. “Done,” I say. I can barely even remember my own name right now, let alone the drama surrounding our history. All I want is him, and I’m going to let him have his way with me.

Bryce’s lips crash down on mine again, stealing my breath and consuming me. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Down the hall. Last door.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own, husky and deep and dripping with need.

He carries me effortlessly through my house and into my bedroom, sprawling us both on the bed. I’ve imagined him over me hundreds of times, but the real, solid, weight of him is better than I ever though that it could be.

I love it.

I love the feel of him pressing me into the mattress, the feel of his cock stringing to get to me through his pants, the feeling of his lips on mine, tasting me the way I’ve always wanted him to.

“I fucking meant every word, Katti. I’m going to do everything I said. I’m going to take you every way you’ll let me. I’m going to fulfill every fantasy you’ve ever had, and the ones that you haven’t yet. I’m going to make you scream my name.”

“I’ve always wanted to,” I say.

“If I’d known you’d still wanted that after all this time,” he says, pulling away from me and catching my wrists, pinning them to the bed, “I would have found you sooner. I would have never let you leave. I would have made you mine.”

My pussy is soaking wet, and I’m not wearing panties under these leggings. I can feel the dampness there, spreading, and it’s only a matter of time till he knows just how badly I want him. That my body reacted to him the second that I opened that door.