Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

Bryce tugs at the hem of my shirt, and I let him pull it over my head. He’s seen this much of me before—seen me in a bikini plenty of times—but this is going to be different. And my body isn’t the same. “I don’t look the way I did when you last saw me.” I laugh a little, awkwardly. “Less time for the gym.”

He pins me with a hard look. “If the next words out of your mouth were going to be anything but, ‘I am a stunningly beautiful woman,’ they were incorrect.”

A flush rushes across my face and chest, and I have to close my eyes. His lips fall on the skin of my chest, exploring the valley between my breasts, and licking my already hard nipples through the thin lace. Fuck that feels amazing. I buck up against him, hips seeking more, and he chuckles. “I like this,” he says. “I like how your body responds to me.”

It takes only seconds for him to unclasp my bra, baring me to him, and he takes me in, eyes roving. I feel the urge to cover myself, but he doesn’t even give me the chance, pinning my wrists again.

When his mouth connects with the bare skin of my nipple, I gasp. Sparks of electricity fly across my skin, drawing pleasure out of corners that I didn’t know existed. One and then the other, he teases them with his lips, rolling his tongue across them and grazing them with his teeth until they’re hard points.

Bryce pulls back an inch and blows gently, the coolness of air raising goosebumps and hardening my nipples to the point of delicious, pleasurable, pain. “You’re exquisite,” he says.

I can’t find the words to speak as he moves down my body, fingers finding the waistband of my leggings and pulling them down so that I’m completely bare to him. He stands from the bed and stares down at me—all of me. I’m shivering under his gaze.

The look on his face is enough to make me shudder with pleasure. It’s pure lust and need and fire. He locks his eyes with mine as he reaches up and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. God, I’ve dreamed of this.

He reveals himself to me, button by button. The years that I haven’t seen him haven’t had the slightest effect on his body. He’s hard and defined in all the right places, sculpted in that almost crazy way that statues are. I could put him on a pedestal and easily worship him.

But after the shirt comes off, I’m ready for more. And he doesn’t give it to me. I’m longing to see all of him, and at this point, I know that it’s a given. But I still feel the tiny stab of disappointment when he doesn’t touch his belt. Disappointment that’s entirely erased when he climbs back up my body to claim my mouth, showing me in no uncertain terms that he wants this. Wants me.

“You were never mine to think about,” he says softly. “And I made sure I didn’t. But don’t think I didn’t notice, Katti. And god,” he sucks in a breath and moves his lips across my collarbone in a blaze of heat. “After you turned eighteen, I couldn’t help myself anymore. I noticed.”

My stomach drops through the bed and the floor. “You never showed it.”

Bryce laughs softly. “What was I supposed to do? Tell my best friend that I wanted to fuck his eighteen-year-old daughter? Do things to her that were so dirty I couldn’t find the words?”

Fresh heat rolls through me, and I can barely keep still underneath him, squirming, trying to have more contact with his skin. “I know. But I still wish you had.”

“Well,” he says with a smirk, “we’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

He doesn’t hesitate then, dropping down and pressing my legs open so his mouth can cover me in one smooth motion, and I swear that time stands still. Fantasy and reality collide in a blinding rush, and I can’t catch my breath.

Bryce licks me, swirling his tongue across my entrance and up over my clit. There’s no part of me that is left unexplored or untasted, moving boldly and thoroughly, but also taking his time. A sound comes from his throat, deep and sensual. “I used to imagine what you tasted like. If I’d known you were this sweet, I would have said fuck it to everything standing in our way.”

I can’t respond as his mouth seals over my clit, tongue moving in bold strokes along the underside, pleasure shooting through me in sparks and streaks. This isn’t happening right? Bryce Collingwood isn’t between my legs, deep in my pussy. Oh my god, this is actually real.

Every time I’ve watched porn with a British accent, trying to imagine this very situation, comes flooding back, and none of it compares. It’s not even fucking close, and it’s only been five minutes.