Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

I back him up against the wall where he was standing that night, and I press my body against his. “Maybe you’ll get to see it again some time.”

“I’d better,” he says darkly. “I’ve been fantasizing about you in that bikini for years.”

I laugh. “So it was just my bikini that made you horny that night?”

“No.” He runs his hands down my ribs. “It was your raw, erotic energy. It’s always there. It’s why I can’t be within six feet of you without getting hard. That and I fucking love you.”

“Six feet? I must be losing my touch. And it’s your accent, for me.”

“Mmm,” he says, cupping his hand around the back of my neck. “So when I tell you that I want you entirely naked right this second, that turns you on?”

I let the heat roll through me. “Yes.”

“Good. Cause you’re mine. And I’m going to show you just how much I mean that.”

He shoves his jeans down and grabs a condom, but I stop him. “No. I don’t want anything in between us now.”

Bryce doesn’t hesitate, just tosses the condom to the side and continues to strip. I get myself naked, and freeze. I’ve literally never been nervous for sex with him before. But this feels different—this feels permanent.

“We’re going to finish what we started,” he says, kissing me hard. My hands land on his chest, and he bends me backwards so I’m nearly off balance—and completely reliant on him.

“What did we start?” I ask breathlessly.

He slides his hands down my back to my ass, grabbing it with his large hands, spreading it open, and it clicks. While we were together in that week, he teased my ass. Using my toys and building up tolerance so that he could fuck me there. In the middle of everything, I forgot about it. “I don’t think I can take you,” I say.

“Not all of me,” he says. “And you don’t have to today. But I am taking your ass, Katti. I want us to have a first together. Don’t worry, by the time we get there, you’ll be so blissed out you’ll already be screaming in pleasure.”

I’m so glad that there’s a bed in the pool house. It makes this so much easier. “Do you…do you need to be warmed up?” I ask.

Bryce smiles, backing me up against the bed and arranging me the way he wants me, head just falling off so I’m looking up at him. “If you’re asking if I want you to milk my cock with your throat,” he says, voice low, “then yes.”

Just those words have my mouth falling open, and Bryce groans as he enters me. I know exactly what he meant last night when he said that he missed the taste of me. The flavor of him makes my mouth water, and I don’t think I’ll ever have enough. I’ve heard other women my age say they don’t like this, but I do. I like the sounds he makes, the taste, and that feeling of being so full that you can’t stop it.

Bryce enters my throat, all the way down, and he leans over me. He’s tall enough that he can easily reach my pussy, and when his mouth crashes down on my clit I groan around his cock, and reach for him. He catches my hands and pins them to my sides, thrusting deep into my mouth as he pleasures me. It’s disorienting and glorious and it makes me lose myself in that way that I love when I’m with him.

Pulling back, he gives me a chance to breathe before he takes my throat again, plunging in just as he would if he were fucking my pussy. I love it. His tongue is on my clit, the feeling of him sucking up-side down new and weird and so, so good.

I’m trapped by his hands and his cock and his mouth, and I love the sensation of drawing in pleasure. I can’t do anything about it, and I don’t want to do anything about it. We’re together. Forever. And he’ll always be mine. After all this time, that knowledge settles in me, and I feel in my gut that it’s real. There’s no question.

Pleasure explodes through me, rising hard and fast under Bryce’s tongue. I’m shaking, the lack of breath from his cock in my throat making the sensations rolling through me that much more intense.

He pulls back one more time, and I gasp for air. “You make me feel like a teenager, Katti. I’m not going to last.”

“Then don’t,” I say, a second before his cock is in my mouth again, voice hoarse.

He doesn’t stop. Thrusting deep, he cries out as he spills himself into me, thrilling heat and flavor pouring into my mouth. I savor every second of it. God, I love this. I’d let him fuck my throat again just to hear that pleasure in his voice and to taste his cum again.