Kissing My Dad's Friend

Here, in the middle of the hospital where we both work. For a second the rest of the world floods back in, and I dart a worried glance around us. But the stairwell is still quiet, still empty.

Russ grins. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his finger stroking along the full length of my slit, from back to front, and then slowly gliding back again. A groan escapes my throat, because fuck it feels good. And I can already feel the way my juices are coating him, slicking his fingertip.

He adds a second finger to part my lips wider, and then I feel his index finger move to my entrance. Pressing lightly.

“As long as you can stay quiet, I’m sure no one will find us in here,” he murmurs, his eyes bright with the challenge.

I bite my lower lip, especially because I was just about to moan again. It takes all of my concentration and effort to hold back a gasp, as he presses his fingertip inside me, slowly, slowly. Inch by inch, the deeper he goes, the more my toes curl and my hips arch up into him. “Fuck, yes, right there…” I breathe, trying to arch my whole body toward his, away from the wall. But his free hand is still pinning both of mine over my head, so try as I might, I can’t bring myself as close to him as I want to be.

Luckily, he reads my desire on my face, and steps closer. I feel the hard press of his cock against my belly, and shift back and forth against him, even as his finger pushes deeper inside of me. He reaches the end, and I expect him to draw his finger out. Instead, he adds a second, stretching my pussy just enough to make me shudder with pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Russ murmurs with obvious appreciation, his gaze aflame. He dips his head to kiss the edge of my jaw, the spot below my ear. His beard grazes my skin, leaves tiny sparks wherever it touches. “I can’t wait to fuck you properly, Maggie Owens.”

The sound of my full name in his mouth makes me shiver again, especially when he draws his fingertips back out of my pussy, then drives them in again, hard enough to make me rock my hips with him, trying to build up a motion. “Yes, yes, just like…”

A door slams somewhere overhead, and we both freeze, Russ’s fingers still deep in my pussy. I hold my breath, my heart hammering against my ribcage. For his part, Russ doesn’t seem worried at all, still wearing that sly smile of his, completely confident that we’re fine. I don’t know how he can be. I hear footsteps, and my pussy muscles tighten involuntarily around Russ’s fingers, afraid someone might find us here like this.

But he just looks even more turned on by the idea. He leans down, his breath white hot where he whispers in my ear. “Be very, very quiet…” He starts to move his fingers again, faster now, so they make little wet noises every time he withdraws them to push them back into me.

It takes every ounce of my willpower and self-control to keep my mouth clamped shut, as my whole body starts to shake, building toward a peak. Finally, we hear another door slam, the footsteps above us fading, whoever it was off to some other business elsewhere. Probably just one of the few smokers who knows about the stairwell, using it to sneak up to the roof for a cigarette.

Still, the experience sends adrenaline coursing through me, leaves me feeling wild and excited and a little worried all at once. Russ reads the expression on my face, and his hand slows, stills inside me.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp in protest, still trying to rock my hips against his, to grind my already swollen clit against the bulge of his palm for release.

But he draws his hand out, away from me, and I bite back a groan. As I watch him, he raises his hand to his lips. Slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, he licks me from his fingertips, one by one. “Fuck, you taste incredible,” he murmurs, and it does something wild to my nerves, watching him taste me, enjoy me. He winks. “Next time, I’ll have to eat you out.”

Next time. A rock sinks in my stomach. I worry he’s about to leave me here like this, unfinished, aching for release. I seriously think it might kill me not to come right now. But before I can freak out too badly, Russ drops his grip on my hands and grasps me by both hips.

“For now, though.” He leans in to kiss me, hard and full on the mouth, his tongue sliding between my lips again. I taste him once more, and my own juices mingled on his tongue, salty and sweet all at once. When we break apart, he’s grinning. “I think we’d better speed things up, don’t you?” His eyebrow arches, filled with amusement and want all at once.