Pining For Dad's Best Friend

by Daniella Cole

  I slowly slide my hand into her panties, splitting her lips apart for my middle finger to make a wet, slow path around her clit.

  “Fuck,” she groans, wriggling in my arms, putting her forehead at the crook of my shoulder. “Fuck, if you’re not careful you’re going to make me cum.”

  Her moans are now desperate little whines and whimpers of frustration.

  “I fully intend to make you cum.”

  “What about you?” she whispers.

  “Later, Bailey. If my cock comes out now, we’ll never make it back to the party.”

  I slide my finger down and then up into her tight channel, curling it to find the fleshy patch inside her, abrading her clit with small circles on my palm. She clamps down around me and I struggle to slide another finger inside her. She cums with a cry that I need to muffle with my mouth. I take a fistful of her hair and pull it back, angling my mouth over hers, fucking her mouth with mine.

  She shakes and shudders in my arms, the shockwaves of pleasure evident on her face and in her body. The feeling is still rocking through her, and it’s the most incredibly sexy thing I’ve ever seen. Her shapely little mouth, the way her brows are knitting together slightly, the way her chest heaves in my arms.

  I take a deep breath and hold her close.

  “David,” she exhales deeply.

  She peers up at me, flushed and glowing. I put a kiss on her lips. I leave her room and wait in the hallway for her, trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. What just happened felt so right that I’d be an idiot to let it end so soon.

  When Bailey emerges from her room, she motions for me to follow. I give her a quick kiss on the lips and then we head back to the party, arm in arm.

  7

  Bailey

  I’m floating on a cloud as we go back downstairs, but reality hits me when we get back to the party. I look around and let out a deep breath. Okay, it looks like we’re good. No one was sitting here with a stopwatch timing how long we were gone, and no one seems to notice us returning. We weren’t even gone that long, which is a very good thing.

  I think it’s a good thing. My head is spinning right now. I feel so good, so wanted. I’ve never felt as close to whole as I feel right now. My head is in the air. My heart is full. I’ve been looking forward to this day for months. Now I know that I’ll remember it for a very, very long time to come.

  “We should act like nothing’s different,” I say to David, leaning into him slightly. “I don’t want anyone to suspect anything.”

  “Nothing’s going to be different. I didn’t let you out of my sight before and I don’t intend to let you out of my sight for the rest of the night.”

  My clit tingles when he looks down at me. His eyes are so gorgeous and his gaze makes me feel so hot all over. I could get lost in those gorgeous, possessive eyes. I plan to. And if the way he’s looking at me is any indication of how he’s feeling, I’m pretty sure he’s going to make good on his promise to not take his eyes off me.

  We unlink arms, and David gives my hand a squeeze.

  “Bailey!” I hear my mom sing from across the room. I turn to David quickly, give him an excited smile, and he motions for me to go to her. I grab a glass of champagne from a cater waiter and thank them as I weave through the thin crowd to mom by the DJ stand.

  “I think it’s time for the dance, don’t you?” She grins.

  “Yes, yes, it is,” I say. I don’t really know what time it is right now, but if Mom says she wants to dance, then it’s time for her to dance. By now the sun has almost set, giving the east-facing room a romantic glow. I go to the corner of the room and dim the lights a little and catch Dad looking around, knowing that the dimming of the lights in the signal for the dancing to start.

  It’s only one song, only one dance, but I know how special this is to them.

  The song begins, and my dad takes my mom in his arms. They slowly start to sway, and I feel my heart grow fuller. The guests are arranged around them in a big circle, and the lighting, the mood, the music, everything is making my skin prickle.

  Then I catch a glimpse of David from across the room and my breath is taken away. Could this really be it for me? Is this what falling in love feels like? David walks the perimeter of the crowd, his eyes locked softly on mine, and when he’s just a foot away, he puts his hand out to me. My parents’ special song is wrapping up, and I know he took his time asking me so as to not take the spotlight away from Mom and Dad.

  “Would you like to dance?”

  I press my lips together to keep myself from screaming with happiness. “Yes, I would love to dance.”

  He takes my hand and brings me to the center of the room, where other couples are pairing off. A new song starts, and the music continues.

  “You look nice,” he says, putting a hand at the small of my back and pulling me close.

  “Thank you. You look nice too.”

  It’s as if the world around us is fading away. He rocks me softly and I put my head gently on his chest. This isn’t the first time David and I have slow-danced, and I know to the outside world it looks like nothing. Just a couple of hours ago I wanted what I felt toward David to mean nothing. Now I know how wrong I was. Now I know what I really want.

  8

  David

  The rest of the party cannot go by fast enough. There are a few more speeches, but I can hardly take my eyes off of Bailey. It’s a good thing there were so many guests at the party. Any fewer and it might have been obvious that Bailey and I were stealing glances at each other all night.

  Of course Bailey planned everything perfectly. She’d even arranged for me and her to sit across the table from each other during dinner, at her dad’s side, with him sitting at the head. She’d made the seating arrangement a month ago. I just wished she would have seated us next to each other. It would have been so nice to hold her hand under the table as everyone enjoyed the amazing menu Bailey had chosen.

  When the party winds down and the last of the guests are saying goodbye and making their exits, I keep an eye on Bailey from across the room. I’m like a college kid looking at the popular girl from across the party. I don’t remember the last time I felt like this. I feel refreshed, as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I hadn’t even realized there was a weight on my shoulders until it was lifted.

  I feel fantastic.

  Bailey and I are chatting in the kitchen when her parents come in.

  “David,” her mom says, putting her arms around me. “Thank you so much for coming. It was so nice to see you again.”

  “Thank you for inviting me,” I say, hugging her back. They’d asked me a few days ago if I wanted to stay the night with them after the party and I said yes. Their house is huge and they have three extra bedrooms — Bruce is just like me, so one of the extra bedrooms is an office. I have a home office so I can work even when I’m not at work. He has a home office so he can be close to his family. The stark comparison between me and Bruce dawns on me.

  I don’t know when I’m going to be able to get Bailey alone again. Bruce’s wife shows me to the room I’ll be staying in. It’s very nicely-appointed and has a great view of the capitol building. I thank her and when she’s gone, I take a seat on the corner of the bed, realizing how exhausted I am from the day’s events. It’s finally caught up to me.

  But there’s something else I’m feeling, too.

  I take a quick shower and as I’m soaping myself up I can’t get Bailey out of my head. She’s just on the other side of the house, but she feels so far away. Of course, when I get back to New York, she’ll be even farther. I give my body an extra-good scrub with my body wash, deep in thought about how I plan to move forward with Bailey given the distance.

  I get out of the shower and dry off a little. I consider shaving what’s now a healthy bit of stubble, but I remember how Bailey made those adorable little moaning and cooing sounds when I scratched her a little, so I opt to leave it. I wrap a towel around my waist a
nd go back out to my room to see Bailey standing there in cute pajamas, no makeup, and her dark hair tied into a loose knot at the top of her head.

  The pajamas are silky and thin. Her nipples are hard and protruding from behind her shirt. The modest swell of her breasts fills out the shirt in the absolute sexiest way. My cock becomes hard on sight, and with nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist, I know it’s only a matter of a few seconds before my cock will start pushing its way to the surface.

  “I sent my parents out for a nightcap,” she says, her lips quirking into a small smile. It looks like she’s about to say something else, but I erase the distance between us, pull her into my arms, and press a deep, long kiss onto her lips. I pull her closer, and when she feels my cock pressed up between us, the towel now on the floor, she lets out a little gasp.

  “That’s how fucking sexy you are, Bailey. You made my dick hard just by being in the same room with me.”

  I take a few steps toward the bed with Bailey suspended in my arms and push her down to lie on her back.

  She fights me, pushing herself up and taking my cock in her hand instead. I don’t try to argue with her. If she wants this, I’m happy to oblige. I look down and groan as she wraps a fist around it, dragging it up and down, smearing the leaking precum around the head with her palm before dragging it back down again. I let out a long, low moan, tipping my head back as she starts a steady pace. I’m so ready to slide into her smooth, tight core, and if she keeps this up, I think I might just cum from this.

  “Is this good?” she whispers, her big eyes peering up at me.

  “More than good, babe,” I groan through my teeth.

  She dips down to take my cock into her mouth. I push her hair aside so I can get a good view of those thick, pillowy lips as they slide up and down my shaft. She brings it all the way to the back of her mouth, and I feel the tip hitting the back of her throat and groan again, my nostrils flaring, eyes still on her. My cock is soaked, and she adds a hand to wrap around me, its motions mimicking what she’s doing with her mouth.

  “Fuck, Bailey, that feels too good. You have to stop.”

  I curl my fingers over the top of her shorts and pull them down her soft, creamy thighs to reveal little white panties that barely cover anything. I crawl between her legs and spread them out.

  “You are really fucking wet,” I say, sliding a single finger down her slit. Her chest is already heaving as though she’s already about to cum. She must be really in tune with her body or I must have the magic touch. Between how fast she came earlier and how turned on she is right now, she’s either an innocent virgin or a hyper-sexual little thing. I don’t like thinking in terms like this when it comes to women — especially my woman — but how turned on she is right now defies logic.

  “David,” she says, her voice clipped. “I have to tell you something.”

  My cock jerks. This is the moment of truth, and I can’t help the grin that’s already forming on my face.

  “You’re…”

  “Yeah,” she breathes. “I am. Is that okay?”

  My chest lets out an audible growl as I slide the panties down, revealing her smooth, bare pussy.

  “This pussy is mine, babe. Mine to please, mine to make happy, mine to spoil.”

  “I only want you to have it,” she moans softly, a slow trickle of thin, sweet desire sliding from her lips onto the swell of her ass.

  Her outer lips are already glistening, and I know sliding into her will be the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. I peel her lips apart slowly and give her clit a soft up-stroke, which makes her pussy twitch and her legs shake. It’s hard not to just slide my dick inside her, but I need to savor this. I give her slit a few soft strokes but stay away from her clit, then position myself to drape her legs over my shoulders.

  “Oh god,” she moans at the first contact of my tongue against her clit. I give it one big upstroke. She almost lost her damn mind when I did that with my finger, and I need to zero in on what’s going to keep this incredible thing wet and hungry for me. I anchor my thumbs at the apexes of her thighs to spread her open wide and thrust my tongue inside her, lapping up to reach as deep as I can. This makes her knees attempt to clamp together, but I slide my hands up the insides of her thighs to keep them apart. I kiss her everywhere — the insides of her thighs, her swollen lips — taking long licks before I move back to her clit, swirling my tongue around it a few times as I wrap it up with my lips, sliding a finger inside her as I start to suck on her little swollen button.

  This time when her legs start to shake, I don’t back down. I keep going. I speed up, I slow down, I alter my machinations so she’s caught off guard at every turn, brought to the brink only to be soothed back down again. Her moans are swamping the dimly-lit room. I start to fuck her with my finger — sliding it in completely and curling it up before sliding back out again. I do this a few times until it seems that her pussy is about to clamp down and cum, and then I add another finger and fuck her harder, taking my lips away from her clit. I move up her body and grab one of her tits through her shirt, crush my lips down on hers, and roll her nipple in my fingers as I slide my thumb over her clit over and over.

  “I’m going to cum,” she moans into my mouth, now partly muffling her screams. I slide my fingers in deeper and keep them there to focus on her clit. I wrap my other arm around her, needing her as close to me as possible. Our tongues and lips dance, my mouth angling over hers as I consume her, and when she reaches the brink, I slide my fingers out so I can massage her clit with my fingers as she cums.

  She shakes and trembles in my arms, riding the wave as I put my hand behind her head and hold her against me. She nestles her forehead in the crook of my neck as her waves start to subside. When I think it’s over, I tip her chin up to see a drowsy smile on her face. I kiss her gently and she pushes me down to straddle me, her sweet, dripping pussy touching my cock as I take her face in my hands and pull her down for a kiss.

  9

  Bailey

  David runs his hands up and down my body, caressing my hips, my breasts — even my throat and my lips. His hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.

  “I need you, David,” I say. I shift my hips slightly, making his hard, smooth cock slide against my clit. My fingers inch up his body, starting at his stomach. His body is amazing — cut and carved but not ridiculously muscular. He looks strong, capable, even with nothing on. The sexy suits he always wears give him authority. But with nothing on at all, he’s powerful.

  He twines his fingers with mine gently, but with that unmistakably strong undercurrent. He takes my hips and pulls them toward him, then with one hand grabs his cock to slide it into me with one smooth, full stroke. I feel something shatter inside me and I moan at the introduction. Everything inside me spreads and heat pulses out from my core to swamp my whole body and sending heat sizzling across my skin. The mild discomfort of the first few long, hard thrusts gives way to fullness and satisfaction at how he fills me in so perfectly. He grips the flesh of my hips, rolling me back and forth, up and down, as I leverage myself, my fingers splayed on his hard abs.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, Bailey,” he groans, his eyes hooded. This usually in-control man seems to be losing some of that self-discipline, beads of sweat plumping up on his forehead and his eyes lost, unable to stay focused on one thing for long. I feel the same, my fingers now twining through his, one of his hands behind my head, and before long he’s pulling me down to kiss him and bucking his hips in long, smooth, slow strokes. The angle of my body, combined with the feeling of his tongue against mine, is what puts me over the edge again.

  I lose myself, putting my forehead in the crook of his shoulder as my eyes slam shut.

  “David…David, oh fuck, I’m cumming,” I moan into his chest. He moves my face so his lips are against mine as he bottoms out inside me and freezes, and then I feel him twitch and explode deep inside me, unrelenting, unapologetic. He kisses me slowly as the last of his
release finishes, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t stop putting slow kisses on my lips.

  “You’re mine, Bailey,” he whispers, looking into my eyes.

  I nestle into him and let my eyes slip closed in a state of total bliss.

  10

  David

  I’m sitting in the kitchen with a glass of wine and my laptop open on the island. I take a sip of my wine and pull up my email to —

  No, I’m not going to ask my assistant to help me with this. I’m going to do this on my own. I open my browser and take a perch on a stool, pulling up a website I and some of my colleagues use for short-term rentals when we have business in another city. Sometimes I like the ease of a hotel, but other times, and especially when it’s in a city I love — like this one — I like staying someplace more residential. The trade-off in amenities is worth it.

  I’ll want a place that’s roomy enough to have Bailey feel comfortable but small enough to be cozy.

  I still have to leave tomorrow morning, but I’m planning on spending a few days here next week. It’s going to be the first step in seeing this through with Bailey. I have to give us a fair shot. I can do most of my work from anywhere in the world, and I want to be where Bailey is. We’ll figure out the rest as we go. She’s still in grad school, so I can’t ask her to come visit me. I’ll just have to come to her.

  I scrub a hand down my face and chuckle. I haven’t seriously dated anyone in a decade. Bailey just sparked something inside me. Something that I want to keep.