Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

Bryce slips his tongue down, licking me in a way that makes me moan. Delicious, slippery friction drives me mad. It’s not just that he’s fucking me with his tongue, it’s that it’s Bryce fucking me with his tongue. It’s longer than I imagined it would be, and he strokes it inside in slow, sweeping movements that make my legs shake.

Reaching down, I grab his hair in my hands, in an attempt to bring him closer, and he obliges by moving his mouth back to my clit and sucking it deeply. Pleasure rises from deep inside, drawn like a magnet to the movements of his mouth. Hell yes. I say it out loud, and I love the feel of his laughter against my skin.

He sets up that rhythm again, teasing me closer to climax with that clever tongue, and I’m lost in the sensation and also feeling like an absolute idiot for not having given this a chance sooner. All the sex that we could have had in the time that we were both wanting each other and denying it.

Bryce scrapes his teeth across the top of my clit, and all thoughts of regret are chased from my mind. My body is lit up with gathering pleasure, bits of light that will explode. He slides his hands under my ass, holding me to his mouth while he consumes me like a feast.

“Bryce, please,” I say. I don’t know what I’m asking, just that it’s more, and that his name feels good on my lips.

He gives it to me, sucking hard and flicking me with his tongue. I don’t even have a chance to think about whether or not to hold back or make it last longer. I just come. The world shatters apart in a flash of light, a cry dragged from me as the pleasure crashes down on me with speed and force that flattens me. I’m shaking and gasping, only a lightning rod for this sensation. Completely blind to anything else.

Holy shit.

I haven’t come like that in…

Ever.

I’m breathing hard when my vision clears, and I look down to find Bryce grinning up at me, chin propped on my stomach and mouth shiny from my orgasm. “Well?”

“Fuck,” I say. “This is insane. That was insane.”

His eyes narrow a little and his perfect, sexy, British voice grows serious. “If this is insane, then I think I’ll enjoy being crazy. That was number one.”

“Number one what?”

The side of his mouth tips up. “Number one orgasm. Remember? We have a marathon to complete.”

The reality of what he’s saying hits me, shakes me to the core. Fuck, I want that, but I don’t think that’s possible. “Bryce, I can’t come twenty-six times in one night.”

“Have you ever tried?”

“I mean…no, but I’m also pretty sure that it would kill me.”

He grins. “Don’t worry. I’ll stop just short of murder by orgasm.” And then his mouth is on me again, and the only comeback I have is a groan that makes him laugh as he licks my pussy.

Though that’s not the right word for it. He devours me like a man who’s been starving. The onslaught is too much to take. Too hard, too fast, too delicious, and I come again, caught without breath.

I arch off the bed, only held in place by the grip he has on my hips and ferocious pressure of his lips and tongue. I gush my climax, and he drinks me in, never stopping and never letting up, instead making me rise higher.

I can’t see. Can’t breathe.

I didn’t know it was possible to exist in a plane that was only pleasure.

But this is it. Pure white light and fireworks and earthquakes of heat and sensation that I’ll never recover from.

Until I come back to the world limp and spent and he’s still gently kissing my clit, making me jump and my pussy clench with quivering aftershocks.

“That was three,” he murmurs, moving up and over me on the bed, and kissing me. I taste myself on his lips, proof that this pleasure is real—that he is real. But I still can’t believe it.

“This isn’t real.”

“Oh,” he says. “It is real. And we’re just getting started, Katti.”

“I might need a breather,” I say, stroking my hand down his chest, savoring the feeling of the skin I’ve always wanted under my fingers.

Bryce chuckles softly. “I don’t think so. Now I’m going to need all of those sex toys you told me about.”

4

“What?”

“When we were chatting, I asked if you wanted toys used on you. I believe your answer was ‘fuck yes,’ so I want to know what I have available.”

I blush furiously. I’m not embarrassed of my collection, but the thought of Bryce seeing it is terrifying. What if he thinks I’m sort of crazed sex maniac when he sees how many I have? I’ll have to take the risk, because just the mention of him using toys on me has me impossibly wet again. And we’ve already come this far. Whatever we were hoping to preserve by staying away from each other this long has already been destroyed. You can’t go back to indifference after one person has had the other’s tongue inside them.