by Riley Ashby
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear.
She clamped around me so hard it almost hurt, and then I was following her over the edge as her hot pussy milked every last drop of cum from my body. I bit her shoulder, not caring if it left a visible mark, and her cries echoed off the ceiling of the room. My hips locked in place while she continued to pump through her orgasm, and when we both came down we were panting so hard that for a long time it was the only sound in the room.
When I finally pulled out of her and rolled to her side, she hid her face in the pillow. I slipped my hand beneath her cheek to bring her gaze back to mine.
“I mean it,” I said, “and I don’t care if it scares you. I don’t care if it’s too soon. I don’t know what it is, or how I can be so sure, but I love you, Sadie, and in time I hope you’ll love me too.”
“You don’t need to wait.” Tears shone in her eyes. “I love you, Richard. I’ve loved you for years. Hearing you say those words to me was the greatest gift you could have ever given me.”
I pulled her close against my chest and kissed her long and deep. God, I could not get enough of her lips. After a minute, she broke away and covered her mouth to yawn. I chuckled low in my throat.
“Go to sleep, my little princess. You’ve had a big day.”
“I should go back to my room.” She made no move to leave; in fact, she snuggled closer against me.
“I’ll take you back before morning,” I promised. But not too soon. I intended to keep her next to me as long as I possibly could.
Sadie
I remembered waking only slightly as Richard gathered me in his arms and carried me down the hall to the master bedroom.
“Where are you going?” I mumbled as he shifted me from his arms to the mattress. I reached for him, but he tucked my arms back against my body as he pulled the blanket up to my chin.
“Just for a little bit, darling.” He smoothed my hair back from my forehead and kissed me. “I’ll see you at breakfast.”
Reassured, I settled into the pillow and fell back asleep. When I finally woke for good with the morning sun in my eyes, I couldn’t help the smile that stole across my face. Richard and I were together. I’d been dreaming about him for years, never figuring it would go beyond a fantasy, yet we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms last night. I had never slept better. The ache between my legs barely bothered me. I wanted to see him again, immediately.
A knock rang on the door, and my smile widened. “Come in!” I clasped the blanket across my chest as I sat up, wondering how long it would take for Richard to tear it away. But it was his son who came through the door instead.
My heart sank, followed immediately by a mental slap. This was my best friend! I couldn’t just be focused on my new … whatever it was with Richard. Jonathan was so important to me, and I couldn’t lose sight of that just because I had slept with his father.
Oh God. I’d slept with his father. What would that do to our relationship? Would he ever forgive me when he found out?
“I was going to say good morning, but you look a little sick. Are you feeling okay?”
I snapped out of my reverie and looked at my best friend, forcing myself to smooth the wrinkles on my face. “Yes, sorry, just shaking off the sleep. How are you?”
He plopped onto the bed next to me. “Glad to get a real night’s sleep. I forgot how much I miss my mattress. I should steal it back to my apartment.” He squinted at me. “Since when do you sleep naked?”
“How do you know I’m completely naked?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He chuckled, and I was struck by how much he sounded like his father. This was getting way too weird.
“Wanna go out today? We could go shopping. My dad will probably give us some money.”
Shopping sounded fun, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about taking Richard’s money just now. “Maybe. Could we hang out by the pool for awhile?”
“Hell yeah! I need to work on my tan.”
I grinned. “Then get the hell out of here so I can get dressed.”
“Ah yes. The sight of your perfect boobs might turn me straight. Our love would transform from platonic to romantic in an instant.”
I fell back and laughed loudly. “You have one hell of an imagination.”
He grinned as he rose off the bed. “Meet you in the kitchen?”
“Make me some avocado toast, please.”
He saluted as he closed the door behind him. I took my time dressing, hoping if I took long enough Richard would come say good morning. My heart sank as the minutes passed without his appearance. Where was he? Perhaps he hadn’t meant anything he’d said last night. I should have known better; what kind of man tells a woman he just met he’s in love with her? Only a stupid little girl like me would fall for something like that. It was so obvious in the light of day.
I threw open the door to my room and stomped into the hallway, determined not to let the tears fall from my eyes. No one in this family would see me cry over my heartbreak, not if I could help it. My feet jarred as I stomped as hard as I could down the hallway to distract myself. I was so focused on my anger, I nearly jumped out of my skin when a hand landed on my shoulder.
“Shit!”
Richard jumped in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He was laughing. “I’m sorry, princess, I didn’t mean to startle you. I wanted to make sure I got to see you before you took off with my son for the day.” He squinted and frowned. “Your eyes are red. Are you feeling okay?”
I blinked up at him. “You were looking for me?”
One hand massaged the back of my neck softly. “I wanted to give you some space this morning. I would hate to be … clingy.”
My grin could not be suppressed. “I was worried you…” I swallowed. “Changed your mind.”
His face transformed immediately, and he pulled me closer. “Sadie, no. I meant every word I said last night.” He clasped my cheeks and kissed me softly. “I love you, Sadie. I’ve never meant those words as much as I do right now.”
I melted into him. He knew exactly what I needed to hear to reassure me. “I love you too, Richard. I don’t understand how, but I feel like I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”
He kissed me again, nipping at my lower lip as he pulled away. “Go have fun with Jonathan today. I have something planned for us tonight.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see.” His grin was mischievous. “Just be back here by three, okay?”
“No problem.” I kissed his nose as he released me and guided me to the stairs.
“I’ll leave you here,” he whispered against my hair, clinging to my fingers as I stepped downstairs without him. “I’ll be thinking of you today.”
Richard
It was agony waiting all day to reveal the surprise, but Jonathan and Sadie grasped each other and jumped up and down, giggling like teenagers as they read and re-read the invitation to the evening’s country club gala.
“Dad, how could you not tell us about this?” Jonathan was grinning broadly. The boy never missed an opportunity to put on a suit.
I shrugged. “I hadn’t been planning on going, but then it occurred to me the two of you would probably really enjoy it. Extensive buffet, open bar, —”
My words were cut off as they started screaming again. I had to laugh. Sadie was wise beyond her years, but it was refreshing to see her youth shine through in this situation. I saw once again how good she and Jonathan were as friends. Was it any wonder she and I got along so well? But I frowned as I remembered I would eventually need to tell Jonathan about our relationship—and the sooner, the better. I’d told Sadie I would take care of it in order to ease her mind, but in reality I had no idea how he would react. This would be sure to change their relationship. Would he resent me? Or worse, her?
I shook away the bad thoughts as Jonathan pulled me into a group hug with Sadie. I didn’t want to think about that right now. I let my hand fall to Sadie’s ass and grab a handful while Jonat
han couldn’t see; she did the same in return. I winked at her as we pulled away.
“Jonathan, I think you’ve still got your suit from prom. Do you think you can fit into it?”
He scowled at me. “Of course I can.”
“All right, hot stuff. Sadie,” I turned to face her, “I took the liberty of buying you a dress. It’s hanging in your closet.” I cursed myself again for my choice of words—it wasn’t her closet yet—but Jonathan didn’t notice my slip.
She grasped my hands. “Thank you so much, Richard. I can’t wait to see it.” Her smile was enough to brighten the room on the darkest day. “I’m sure I’m going to love it.”
She looked so radiant in the afternoon sun and was directing her smile at me. Me, a man old enough to be her father, the actual father of her best friend, the man who had stolen her virginity last night and whispered I loved her in the dark. She was giving that to me. I couldn’t help myself as I ducked down and planted a kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks turned the brightest shade of pink I’d ever seen. To my side, Jonathan coughed.
“Well, I guess we’ll go get ready now. When are we leaving?”
I forced myself to drop her hands and step back. It felt like physically pulling on my heart. “Forty-five minutes, sharp. I’ll have the car waiting.”
*
The kiss had been a slip-up. Jonathan physically kept himself between Sadie and me as much as he could. When we got in the car, he sat directly next to her rather than taking the seat across. And when we arrived at the country club, he helped her out of the car himself. He knocked my hand out of the way when I extended it toward her, glaring at me as we walked into the club.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
All night, every time I tried to go near her, he managed to step between us. She looked absolutely delicious in the dress I’d picked out—black and gold, with a high neckline to protect the mark I’d left on her, but a swooping back that showed off plenty of her gorgeous skin. And I had noticed plenty of other people looking. I badly wanted to go to her, put my arm around her waist, show all the other men here she belonged to me. But it was currently my son who had the privilege of being at her side.
Sadie caught my eye discreetly as Jonathan rose from where they were sitting to get another drink from the bar. I was leaning against the wall talking with Anderson Cridge, a man several years my junior and half again as accomplished. He’d recently been promoted to CEO of his family’s company at only thirty-five years old, and not due to nepotism. The man had earned his position through long hours and a lot of hard work, which was why we usually got along so well. He was trying to fill me in on some recent business decision he’d made that sent his company’s stock soaring twenty points in one day, a topic that normally would have fascinated me, but tonight I was barely paying attention.
“Hey, Anderson, think you could do me a favor?”
He blinked at me, recovering after I cut him off mid-sentence. “Uh, sure?”
“Go distract Jonathan for me. I need to talk to Sadie.”
His eyes lit up as his lips curled into a devilish grin. “With pleasure. What’s your son up to these days? Out of college?”
I nodded as I set down my glass. “Graduated last year.”
He beamed wider and clapped me on the shoulder. “Catch you later, then.”
I frowned a little as he walked away. He looked a little too eager to go chat with Jonathan. But I couldn’t be distracted now; I needed to get my hands on Sadie as soon as I could. Reaching out my hand as I approached where she was sitting, she put her delicate fingers in mine and allowed herself to be led out of the room. She bit her lip as she glanced over her shoulder, checking to see if anyone was watching us run off. But Jonathan’s attention was completely dominated by Anderson. We were free at last.
Neither of us said a word as I lead her through the halls of the clubhouse. She trusted me to lead her somewhere safe. I clutched her hand hard, but she didn’t try to free herself. The moment we stepped into the men’s locker room, I snapped the lock on the door and pushed her up against it.
“I’ve missed you all night,” I confessed. I pulled a lock of hair free from her loose bun. “I’m sorry about earlier. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“It’s all right. He doesn’t seem to want to talk about it.” She bit her lip as she looked at me. “Are you sure this is okay? I’d hate to come between the two of you.”
I pried her lip free with my thumb, then smoothed the worried skin. “It’ll be fine, princess. I promise to speak with him soon. But I had to get you away so I could properly admire you in this dress.” I stepped back but kept hold of her hand as she spun in place for me to see every angle of her. “Do you like it?”
She beamed at me. “I adore it. How did you pick this out?”
“I just had a feeling. I saw it and knew it was … you.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. I lowered my head to capture her mouth, claiming her with my tongue and exploring the taste I had missed so much. “It’s been too long since I held you,” I whispered.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “And it’s been so long since I was held.” She ran her fingertips down my back to my waist, then made her way to my front. She tugged free my belt as my hands gathered the hem of her dress greedily. “No,” she said simply, swatting my hands away. “It’s my turn.” With her eyes locked on mine, she slowly fell to her knees. Her small fingers worked my button, then my zipper, and then disappeared into my boxers to close around my hard length.
“I’m going to taste you, Richard.”
She finally broke our eye contact as she pulled me free from my clothes. She’d brought me to my full strength with barely a touch, and as her eyes roamed the length of my cock I pulsed and a drop of precum leaked out. She ran her thumb over the head, smearing it across the sensitive flesh.
“I can’t believe you fit in me,” she murmured. She lowered her head and kissed me lightly. I stumbled forward a little so I could support myself on the wall. “You stretched me so wide last night, Richard, but it felt so good. I’ve been wet all day just remembering the way you made me scream.”
My knees buckled a little more. “Fuck, Sadie, you’re going to make me cum just like this.”
She bit her lip again and shook her head as she stared up at me. “Not like this, Richard. You can’t get your cum on my dress or mess up my makeup. Then everyone would know you dragged me away from this function just to get off in the locker room like a high schooler. No,” she licked her lips, extending her tongue enough to brush against my very tip. “I want to feel you explode in my mouth.” Still staring at me, she opened her perfect lips and wrapped them just around the head of my cock.
I groaned at the soft heat of her mouth, similar yet different from her pussy all at once. She slid down me slowly, taking me farther inch by inch, until my cock hit the back of her mouth—and then she kept going. My knees shook as I felt myself bend, curving along her throat, and then she pulled back, dragging her teeth lightly along my skin.
“Was that good?” she whispered, and I could tell it was a genuine question. I couldn’t forget my princess had never been with a man before. This must be as new to her as last night was.
“It was perfect, darling, and if your hair didn’t look so good in that bun I’d grab it and force you to swallow me again.” No one had ever made me feel this good before. All the one-night stands with random women were meant to kill my loneliness for human companionship, but they could never compare to to the woman on her knees in front of me right now. She was handing over everything, and I intended to give everything right back.
She smiled briefly before resuming her ministrations. She involved her tongue, pressing into the slit and then wrapping it around the underside of my cock as she slid down me again. I couldn’t hold myself back; the hand that wasn’t supporting me on the wall ripped her hair free from its bobby pins so I could jam into her harder. She gagged a little, and I pulled back, but she chased after me an
d somehow pushed even deeper. She bit me a little harder before pulling back and swallowing the saliva threatening to drip from her mouth.
“I liked that, Richard.” She was breathless and red-faced, her eyes wide and glassy. “Can you do it again?”
This woman was going to kill me. My cock jumped at her words, eager to be back inside her. “With pleasure, princess.” I shoved my cock against her lips, and she opened obediently, silent tears falling down her face as I rammed the back of her throat once more. The entire time she hummed and gripped my hips, swirling her tongue so expertly I couldn’t believe I was the first person she was doing this to.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I could barely grunt out the words. My balls were drawn up high and tight against my body. I was in so much pain from holding myself back from cumming, but she looked so goddamn beautiful with my cock down her throat.
She smiled around the goods in her mouth and shook her head slightly.
“Only you,” she promised, her words slurred. Saliva fell from her lips and dropped to the floor.
“Grab my balls, princess. I’m about to cum right down your virgin throat.”
She grabbed me hard, pulling a little and fondling with her fingers right as I let myself go. My groan was far too loud—if anyone was nearby, they were sure to hear me—but I couldn’t stop myself. She swallowed around my cock as spurt after spurt of my hot seed filled her mouth, and somehow, she never spilled a drop. When my body finally couldn’t give any more and the blood started to return to my head, she swallowed one final time before tucking me back into my boxers and fastening my pants. When she stood up, she looked a little bashful, keeping her head turned away and her lips pursed. I grabbed her chin and yanked her into a kiss.
“You taste so good with me still on your lips,” I murmured sweetly. I kissed her cheeks and eyelids. “And your makeup still looks perfect.”
She giggled and ducked over to a mirror to double check, reapplying lipstick and wiping away some smeared mascara. “It’s not … gross?”