Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

His fingers tease my clit, spiking pleasure trough my veins, and it’s almost enough for me to come again. Almost. Not quite.

Bryce presses in on the bead, and I relax. Pain and pleasure mingle together, but it goes and goes and goes until it slips in, nestled inside perfectly. I feel even more full than the dildo, and my breath is short. “That’s my girl,” he says, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over.

How many times have I imagined him over me like this? A thousand? It’s nothing compared to the real thing. I marvel at the way his collarbones are etched in the shadows of my room, and the way that his nipples are hardened with arousal just like mine. The way his lean and perfect body dwarfs me. The fact that he’s here at all, looking at me like I’m the most perfect thing in the world.

I watch him lean back, and grab the condom he must have grabbed when he got the beads, and roll it on. His eyes never leave mine as he rolls it down, and it’s like the temperature rises five degrees in the room.

He leans over me, fitting himself against my entrance, and he kisses me. “Are you all right?” he asks.

“Of course,” I say. “Why?”

Bryce’s eyes are dark and serious. “We’ve both waited a long time for this,” he says. “And there’s no going back after.”

I laugh, though I feel the gravity of it too. “You think we can go back after you shot your load down my throat?”

He presses his lips to my jaw and draws them along my skin. “I could pretend,” he says. “I could make myself believe it wasn’t you. It would be hard, but I would do it.” There’s a pause, and he’s looking down at me and I feel something more than arousal rise in my gut. “But I will never be able to erase the feeling of being inside you, Katti. I know that. I’m going to remember this forever, no matter what happens. So if you have any doubts, tell me now.”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him down to me, kissing him. The feeling of kissing him is like a homecoming that I always wanted but never knew that I needed. “I have so many doubts, about what will happen—the consequences. But never about this.” It’s such a simple admission, and yet it feels like the most intimate thing I could say, and it takes my breath away. “Take me, Bryce. I’ve always been yours.”

Bryce’s mouth slants across mine, hard. There’s nothing but raw, searing passion in this kiss, and it’s that much more when he presses inside me, and I gasp into his mouth. His cock is huge. I know because it was just down my throat, but it feels entirely different inching into my pussy, and I’m already filled up.

This is how sex was meant to feel—breathless and sparkling and filled with anticipation and immediate, deep pleasure. I haven’t been with that many men, but looking back, sex looks pale and flimsy, and I’m wondering what the point of that even was. Because it wasn’t this.

I don’t think he’s going to fit, but he does. Deep and thick and throbbing, he doesn’t stop kissing me until he’s buried to the hilt, and then we’re pressing our foreheads together, mingling our breath. He’s right. I can never go back from this. I will always remember the way we’re connected. This is something that we’ve both been yearning for, and it feels like something is sealed between us now.

“Fuck, Katti,” he says.

“Yes, please.”

He laughs, but doesn’t object.

And then he fucks me, and I see stars.

Bryce doesn’t hold back, pulling out of me and plunging deep, taking all of me in a way that’s never been done before. It’s possessive and branding and claiming, and I give into it because never in my life have I wanted to be claimed by anyone else.

I can feel the beads filling me up, hitting places and adding pressure to the already growing climax inside me, and I can’t breathe. It’s too much, and it’s not enough. I don’t know how it can possibly be both, but it is.

Reaching under me, Bryce palms my ass, tilting my hips up into him as he thrusts deeper, and I go over. Pure white light floods my vision, and I scream his name. This is what it feels like to be on fire. I’m dying from the pleasure and can’t breathe. His mouth crashes onto mine again, stealing what’s left of my air, and I’ll gladly give it all to him.

My pussy is squeezing down on his cock, my ass on the beads, and another orgasm triggers before the last one is over. My scream is caught in his mouth, and I surrender to it. It’s so good, blindingly, brilliantly good.