Kissing My Dad's Friend

He just lifts a single eyebrow, clearly amused. “If you insist.”

“I do,” I reply, before I push up off the bed and turn to gently push him down where I was lying. He sprawls easily across the bed, his hands above his head as he watches me work.

“You look even better from this angle,” he remarks with his trademark grin, and I flash him a smile of my own in return, before I lean down to trace my tongue over his clavicle, and trail kisses over his chest. His skin is so smooth, his muscles strong. I can’t get enough of his scent, either, or the way he tastes just how he smells. Heady with a hint of musk, a masculine scent that drives me wild.

I kiss my way lower, to his stomach, and tilt my head up to watch him as my hand slides up his thigh, toward the hem of his boxers. “I want to taste all of you,” I murmur, echoing his sentiments. His stomach tenses under my hands, and even from this angle, I can see the flare of heat in his eyes.

“You want to suck my cock, is that it?” he replies, eyeing me steadily, although I can see by the thick bulge in his boxers that his casualness is entirely feigned. He wants me to do this as much as I want to do it.

“Exactly,” I whisper, and inch lower along his body, my hands following me. I hook my fingers under his boxers and drag them down his legs. He arches up off the bed to help me, and when his cock springs free of the fabric for the first time, it makes my breath catch in my throat.

Fuck. I knew he was big. I could feel it every other time I touched him, or when he fucked me. But this close, I’m appreciating his cock in a whole new way. It stands straight up off his body, a thick vein running along the side, swollen and rock hard with want.

“See how hard you make me, Maggie,” he whispers, as if reading my mind. “Every fucking time.”

I flash him a sly smile and push his boxers the rest of the way off his legs before I lie along his legs, my mouth inches from his cock. But I’m not going to let him have me that easily. I’ve learned a thing or two about the power of teasing from him.

I trail my tongue along the creases where his thighs meet his hips. I make sure to nip gently at the skin there. “I love watching you get hard for me,” I murmur, and he reaches down with both hands then to stroke his hands slowly through my hair. His fingers curl in my hair, and I flutter my eyes when I peer up at him, my eyelashes brushing against his cock, I’m so close to him.

I hear him suck in a breath through his gritted teeth, and I know I’m having the effect I want. Then I lean in again to trail my tongue around the base.

God he tastes incredible. Like salt and sweat and sex.

He watches me with hooded eyes as I move, tracking everything I do. “Have I mentioned before that you have a magic mouth?” he asks at one point, when I gently suck one of his balls between my lips and trace my tongue along it, toying with it.

I chuckle, and I’m rewarded with another sharp intake of breath from him, as my mouth vibrates against his balls.

Before long, I’m feeling more comfortable, and really exploring. I part his legs, and he obeys the movement. I trace my hands under him to squeeze his ass, and then trail my tongue up along his whole shaft, from base to the tip. When I reach the tip, I find a drop of precum dangling there like a drop of fruit, salty on my tongue as I lap it off.

He groans again, a little deeper this time. I feel his hands continue to stroke my hair, the fingertips curled, as if he’s resisting the urge to draw me down.

So I continue to tease. I lick him in long strokes, base to tip and back again. I lock my eyes on him at the same time, and it feels so hot to watch him from this angle, to see the effect I’m having on him.

After a few long licks, though, Russ’s patience runs thin. His hands tighten in my hair, and his voice is commanding when he speaks again. “Open your mouth, Maggie.”

I flash a smile. He’s back in command. The way I like it. I part my lips, and he positions his cock at the tip of them. Slowly, I bend down to take him into my mouth. I move slow, just a centimeter at a time, savoring every inch of him. His cock feels velvety soft along the sides, and rock hard at its core, a contradiction that sets me aflame to feel it.