July 4th With His Best Friend's Daughter

by Regina Wade

  “I’m sorry, Cole,” she whispers.

  I look her square in the eye, tilting my head down to meet her gaze. The full moon makes the night almost as bright as day, and I can clearly see the lie in her.

  “Liar.” My voice sounds strange to my own ears. It’s been years since anything shook me enough to let this side of myself out.

  Cass nods. “You’re right. I’m not sorry. I like this side of you, Cole. I always have.”

  I shake my head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “I know that the second you picked that kid at the lake up like a misbehaving little boy my pussy got soaked.”

  The words spill from her lips so easily, as if Cassie always talks about how wet she is for me.

  “Cassie, you can’t say things like that to me. Your Dad —”

  “— Isn’t here. He won’t be here for another day, thank god.” She takes a hesitant step towards me, but I don’t stop her, don’t maintain the distance between us like I should.

  “I know I feel safe with you Cole. Protected and cared for. But there’s more to you than just being a big stuffed animal. You’re not a toy. You’re a predator, and right now, I want that. I want you.” Cassie’s voice is a hushed whisper, her words like a litany of prayer.

  She’s so damn sexy at this moment that I can’t resist her any longer. I held back as long as I could, but she’s finally cornered me, and when a wolf has nowhere else to run, he can’t do anything but bite.

  “Come on, Cole. Say something.” She glares up at me, her eyes full of unshed tears. I realize just how much her confession must have cost her, how much of herself she’s risking by propositioning me.

  Put that way, I realize there’s really only one course of action.

  “Get back inside, Cassidy,” I growl, half pushing, half dragging us both back to my truck.

  She stares ahead as I slam her door closed behind her, then throw myself in the driver’s seat. I start the car and floor it, peeling out on the road, the scent of burning rubber filling the air.

  “I’ll leave in the morning,” Cassidy whispers from beside me.

  “You’ll do no such thing,” I reach over, placing one hand on her upper thigh.

  Safety has gone right out the window, after all.

  Cassie turns to look at me slowly, blinking, wiping at her eyes quickly with the back of one hand.

  “What?” She asks.

  “You’re not going anywhere. Tomorrow, or the day after that. I told you to get back in the car because I’ll be damned if I take my woman’s virginity on the side of the road.” My voice is tight, strained by the need. My cock aches and throbs, eager at the thought of claiming what’s mine at last.

  “From now on, Cassidy, you belong to me.”

  I slide my hand up her thigh, up the leg of her shorts, and push one finger into her soaking pussy.

  Cassidy wasn’t lying about being soaked, any more than I was about her being mine now.

  The moment I touch her, I know.

  This is forever.

  Chapter 7

  Cassidy

  Big wheels keep on turning. Carry me home to see my kin. Singing songs about the Southland. — Lynyrd Skynyrd, ‘Sweet Home Alabama’

  Cole’s hands have always fascinated me.

  I’m one of those girls who don’t really go in for the bodybuilder look. The well-oiled and sculpted muscles always seemed so overdone to me.

  Forearms? Oh yes. Sleeves rolled up, corded with muscles. A body hard from a life of working it to the limit every single day? Unf.

  Hands are the biggest thing though. Watching a man do something intricate or delicate with his big, strong hands always makes me imagine what he could do to me with those dexterous digits.

  Cole is proving that my fantasies pale compared to reality.

  “Your pussy is so fucking wet, Cass.” He growls.

  Voices are a close second to hands, and Cole’s deep bass growl is enough to make me grind myself against his fingers, riding the wave of my first orgasm with my Dad’s best friend.

  The first, but I have a feeling not the last.

  “Did you just cum on my fingers, girl?” Cole asks, his sexy voice sending spikes of pleasure racing up and down my spine.

  I nod, my tongue trying and failing to form words. My mouth is dry, and I realize that I’ve been gasping big lungfuls of air for the last few seconds.

  “Yes. I did.” I whimper. My voice is weak. Just as weak as the rest of me.

  I didn’t realize that teasing Cole would bring out this side of him, or I’d have done it years ago.

  I always fantasized about it, but Cole was such a nice man. Such a good friend to my Dad. I never in a million years thought he would ever reciprocate my feelings.

  Cole brings his wet fingers up to his mouth, tasting myself on them. His groan of approval makes me preen, some inner-slut part of me basking in his obvious enjoyment of the taste of my arousal.

  “God, you taste good,” He says as he sucks one long digit clean after another.

  The truck rolls to a stop, the sudden cessation of movement jarring, if only because I didn’t realize we were still driving.

  He just got you off quicker than even a Hitachi magic wand could, and he did it with one hand and both eyes occupied on driving.

  Competence, skill, confidence.

  Cole has everything I’ve been looking for and then some.

  He leans across, pressing his mouth to mine. It isn’t the first time I’ve tasted myself, but it is the first time it’s been off the lips of someone else. It’s yet another new thrilling sensation.

  His kiss is different now. Hungrier. I can sense the need in him, the barely restrained urge to call due the cheques my mouth was writing for my body.

  “Cole? Please?” I ask, not knowing how to put what I’m feeling into words. Instead, I put my trust in him understanding what I need.

  He slides out of the car, and I take a moment to catch my breath. I only get the one before he’s at my door, throwing it open and pulling me out and into his arms.

  He’s so strong that I don’t doubt for a second that he can carry me. His arms wrap under my legs and back, cradling me bridal style.

  I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

  His kiss is so warm, so good. He kisses me like I’m the only thing that exists. It’s intense enough that I can feel the pressure building inside me again, only this time I need more.

  I need him.

  He breaks our kiss as we mount the steps. Cole takes them two at a time, even carrying me.

  When we stop outside his door, I look up to find him looking down at me, studying me.

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

  “Been carried across a threshold? No, can’t say I have,” I say. I cringe at my lame attempt at humor, but he just smiles.

  “No, I meant that you’re a virgin.” He doesn’t ask, just states it bluntly.

  I don’t bother denying it, but I do hide my face in shame.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re used to much more experienced partners, women who know what they’re doing.” I whisper against his chest.

  He tilts my eyes back up to his, holding me aloft with just one big arm.

  The contact of his fingers against my face is like fire, burning straight down to the fiery embers between my thighs.

  “No, Cassidy. What I want is you. I want to be your first and your only. I’m glad I’m the only man who’ll ever touch you like this, who’ll ever know how sweet you taste or how good you feel.” His rumble is so deep that I can feel it in my chest, a warm buzz that seems to somehow comfort my very soul.

  I reach up and pull him down, pressing my lips to his. His mouth meets mine and guides me, coaxing mine open, slipping his tongue against mine. I can feel him carrying me up the stairs to his bedroom, but I’m lost in his embrace. The feel of his stubble against my skin is rough, coarse, and so fucking h
ot I can barely think straight.

  The next thing I know he’s laying me out on the bed, standing back to pull his shirt off over his head.

  Holy shit, he might not hit the gym but he’s ripped. I take it all back, I want to pour tequila down that washboard and lick it off one drop at a time.

  If I wasn’t already hornier than I’ve ever been, I’d think I had a fever. My face is so flushed it’s hot to the touch.

  “God, you’re perfect.” I whimper, biting my bottom lip at the sheer studliness on display.

  “I’m glad you think so, because you’re utterly gorgeous.” Cole takes a step forward, standing at the edge of the bed in his jeans, boots, and nothing else.

  I realize, belatedly, that I should have started getting undressed. Stupid. I reach behind me to unsnap my bra, but Cole’s big hand covers mine, stopping me.

  “No. You’re a gift, and I like to take my time unwrapping my presents.”

  His crooked grin eases my mind, makes me feel a bit less embarrassed.

  “Ok. But if I need to do something I’m not, or stop what I’m doing, or whatever...tell me, ok?” I stammer out, blushing at the thought of the things I never want to stop doing.

  “Cass, tonight, you don’t have to do a thing but lay back and enjoy it. I’m going to give you a first time to remember,” Cole’s voice is heavy with lust, dripping with sin.

  “Tomorrow, though, I’ll put you to work.” He flashes me his cocky grin, and I can’t help but laugh.

  He cuts that laugh off with another searing kiss, one that doesn’t stop. His kiss moves, shifting down my jawline to my neck, but his mouth never leaves my body.

  I gasp as his mouth graces the top of the curve of my breasts, his hands slipping beneath the thin fabric of my top. One slowly glides behind me, popping the clasp of my bra with one smooth movement.

  “Oh, fuck,” I whisper.

  “What is it?” Cole whispers back, looking up at me from where he’s kissing his way lower and lower down my chest.

  “Being so good at something so simple shouldn’t be so fucking sexy,” I whimper.

  “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” Cole answers with a wink and another cocky grin.

  Then he tugs my top down, taking my now loose bra with it and exposing my hard nipples to the cool night air. Only one of them stays cool though, because his lips wrap around the other immediately.

  I gasp, my eyes slamming open, head thrown back. I squirm back, ending up flat on my back with Cole on top of me working magic on my tits with his mouth and hands.

  His lips greedily suckle at one hard nub. One strong hand kneads my other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger casually. The sensations are new and overwhelming, so much so that I grab two fistfuls of his hair in an effort to slow him, to ease the intensity.

  But Cole doesn’t budge an inch. It’s like trying to budge a mountain.

  He shifts against me, and suddenly I feel his mountain pressed against me. Even through his thick denim jeans, I can feel the heat radiating off him. Just as hard as any pillar of granite. I always pictured Cole as being hung in my teenage fantasies, but I can already feel that I had no idea just how right I was.

  I swallow around a mouth that’s suddenly dry again as Cole continues lathing my breasts with his expert tongue. A shiver runs through me, and then another. He’s so good with his tongue and hands that I idly wonder if I could orgasm just from him playing with my tits.

  But I don’t get to find out.

  “I’m going to take my time, Cass. Slowly. But I promise I am going to fuck this pretty little pussy.”

  His hands dip beneath the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down in one fluid motion. I shiver, and it’s not because I’m now fully naked.

  It’s because I know that when Cole promises something, he always comes through.

  Chapter 8

  Cole

  It’s a French kiss, Italian ice. Spanish moss in the moonlight. Just another American Saturday Night. — Brad Paisley, ‘American Saturday Night.’

  If there was an Olympics of restraint and self-control, I’d be drowning in gold medals. Not ravishing Cassidy is the hardest thing I’ve ever not done in my life. Every primal instinct in me wants to put her on her hands and knees and claim her as mine.

  Cass is the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Every inch of her is stunning perfection, from her gorgeous tits to her round ass. I can’t wait to memorize every curve, every nook, and every cranny.

  Taking it slow when all I really want is to pin her down and fuck her brains out for being such a brat earlier? It’s pure torture.

  But the girl laid out in front of me deserves the very best. As much as part of me wants to teach her exactly what happens when you tease a man like me, I care about her far too much to let that be her first time.

  She’s so fucking gorgeous that it hurts to look at her. Literally, my cock is aching to be released, throbbing in time with the beat of my heart.

  Her whimpers grow louder as I kiss my way down one leg and then back up the other, tracing the curve of her inner thigh with my lip. I can feel how much she wants me to touch her wet, hot core.

  Instead, I take my time, working my way inward slowly. I plant butterfly kisses on her smooth mound. My face is so close that I can feel the heat pouring off of her sex.

  I glance up at her, catching her eye. The look on her face is pure sex: amazed, shocked, and flushed.

  “God, don’t stop. Please.” She whimpers.

  “You make the sexiest sounds in the world, Cass. I might never stop just to hear you keep making them.” I murmur against her. The vibrations of my voice make her shudder and writhe beneath me.

  When I finally bring my tongue right up against her clit I feel her body arch in sudden climax. I stay right with her, maintaining the pressure all the way through the peak of her first orgasm and right into her second.

  Only after she starts bucking her hips hard enough she almost cracks one of my teeth with her pelvis do I lean back, wiping the back of my mouth with my arm.

  “Holy shit. I didn’t know I could have more than one orgasm.” Cassidy whispers, staring up at me in awe.

  “You’re about to have a lot more than one,” I say with a cocky smirk. My hands work the buckle of my jeans, letting them drop to the floor with a crash.

  The look of awe on her face grows even bigger at the sight of my cock springing up to slap my stomach.

  “Cole, there’s no way that’s going to fit,” Cass mumbles, biting her bottom lip. I can see the war on her face between fear and excitement.

  I’m going to make sure the latter wins out.

  “Trust me, babygirl, it’ll fit. If I have to work this pussy all night until the sun comes up, I will. But I promised to take that sweet virgin pussy with this cock, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

  Then my mouth is back on her pussy, sucking at her greedily. I alternate, starting off slow and gentle, quick flicks of my tongue that leave her gasping and writhing. Then I up my tempo, becoming more aggressive, lapping at her from the bottom to the top, sucking her clit into my mouth. I work her harder and harder until I’m shaking my head back and forth like a dog with a chew toy, doing everything I can to bring her off harder and harder.

  As I eat her juicy virgin pussy, I begin to work my fingers inside. Well, finger. I have to start with one because she’s just that tight. The heat of her inner walls clamps down around my digit, milking it like a cock, and I almost bust right then and there.

  “Oh, god, Cole. I want it so much.”

  “I know, Cass. I can feel how much you need it,” I pull my mouth away from her and whisper up at her, locking my eyes with her gorgeous gaze. Her light brown eyes are sparkling, the fire in them catching the clicks of amber in them and making them light up like Christmas lights.

  It takes a long time, but I slowly work my whole finger into her tiny opening. Then another. Each time I feel her pussy spasm against my lips, I fee
l the gush of her juices around my fingers, easing their passage deeper into her.

  Finally, I can’t wait any longer. The throbbing need between my own legs is incredibly hard, harder than I can ever remember being. Kneeling up between her, one ankle in each hand, I slowly rub the head of my cock against her wet folds. A thick river of pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock, mixing with her own copious juices.

  I look her in the eyes as I slowly begin to press into her. The look on her face is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life.

  “Cole, oh Cole. Yes, please. Take my virginity. Make me a woman,” Cass says, her voice pitched high with need.

  “Not just any woman, baby. My woman,” I growl back at her.

  I place her legs over my shoulders and grab her hips, helping me guide her pussy onto my cock.

  “Ohmygod. It’s so big, Cole. I can feel you stretching me,” her whimpers are sweet music to my ears.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, a smug smirk firmly in place.

  “No, please don’t stop. It feels so good,” Cassie pants, lifting her hips to help ease another inch of her sweet pink pussy onto me.

  It takes a lot of effort, but eventually I can feel myself bottom out inside her. I lean over her, bringing our faces close together, and kiss her as I begin to pump my hips in her.

  “I love you, Cass.” I whisper against her lips in between kisses.

  “Oh Cole, I love you so much. Please, fill me up,” she babbles, her hands raking down my shoulders, clawing along my back.

  “I’m going to, baby. I’ve been waiting to feel this sweet pussy for so long that I can’t hold it much longer,” I groan against her.

  She takes my face in both her hands and looks me dead in the eyes.

  “Then don’t, Cole. Fill me up with your seed,” Cass says with the sexiest smile on her face.