Kissing My Dad's Friend

I gasp again softly and arch up against him. When I do that, I can feel the press of his cock through his trunks, already stiff and ready for me, swollen with desire. I drop my hands, wrap them around his hips to grip his ass tightly. Fuck, he has a firm ass.

I drag him down against me and wriggle a little beneath him, so my belly presses against his cock.

He groans against the crook of my neck, and nips me again, a little harder this time. “Don’t make me leave a mark for your parents to wonder about on you…” There’s a teasing threat in his voice, and it sends a flutter straight to my belly.

“Russ… We really can’t let them catch us.” He’s been friends with my dad for a long time, yes, and he knows what his temper is like. But he has no idea how protective my father is about me, or how much this would set Dad off. Some part of me is still convinced Russ isn’t aware of what he’s getting into.

“Maggie.” He draws back from me, just far enough that my chest and stomach feel cold without the warm press of his body against me. I’m still a little damp from the pool, and it makes me shiver in the cool air of my room, goosebumps pricking along my limbs. But when he catches my eyes, I forget about that. I forget about everything but gazing into those deep pools of brown, his expression both sincere and slightly amused. “I know what I’m doing, Mags. I know what I want.”

Even before he says anything else, those words shiver through me, impossible to ignore.

“I want you. No matter what the risks are.” His voice is deep, filled with feeling. It makes me wonder if he really has thought about me for as long as I’ve been fantasizing about him. I know he said he’d thought about me like this before, but how often? How intensely?

The look in his eyes makes me want to find out.

“Russ…” He doesn’t let me ask, though. Not now. He silences me with another slow, intense kiss, one that has my breath coming short and my body arching up against him. At the same time, his fingers slip under my bikini bottoms, and his index finger traces circles across my freshly shaven mound. He grazes the edge of my clit, and I swallow hard against the moan that rises in my chest.

He takes his time tonight. His kisses are slow, deep. His fingers move slowly, too. He teases and taunts, tracing the edges of my pussy lips before he so much as lets a single finger enter my slit. As he continues to stroke and tease my pussy, his head dips again, and he begins to kiss his way down my chest, his tongue flicking out every now and then to taste my skin, leaving wet, warm patches and making me sigh with want.

“God, that mouth of yours…” I murmur at one point, when he finally reaches my chest, and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue toying with the tip of it, making it stiffen between his lips.

He draws back just far enough to flash a knowing look up at me. “Wait until you see what this mouth can do to you,” he murmurs, a promise hidden behind his dark gaze. His hands take the chance to slide around under me, then, and he undoes the knots of my bikini to let it fall away entirely.

I lose track of time as he licks and sucks at my nipples, alternating between pinching the free one between his fingertips ever so gently, rolling the hard little nub just enough to make me twist beneath him, while his tongue laps at my other breast. Then he switches, back and forth until the sensation has started to build toward a kind of peak inside me, a type of orgasm I never even knew was possible.

I’m breathing hard, barely able to contain myself, before Russ flashes me a sly look once more. “I love watching you come undone,” he murmurs softly, his breath heating my wet skin.

Then he starts to kiss lower. Down and under my breasts, nipping at the plump undersides softly. “I love making you come undone,” he adds.

He dips down again and keeps moving, lower and lower, nipping at my belly, and then grasping the corner of my bikini bottoms in between his teeth. With one sharp, practiced motion, he tugs those down. They peel away from my pussy with a slick sound, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. A shiver starts at the tip of my head and works itself through my body, all the way down to my toes and the tips of my fingers, which tingle from the sensation.