by Kelsey King
“Goddamn, you’re fucking tight,” he hisses, licking his lower lip as if he’s eager to taste me down there too.
"It feels amazing," I admit, blushing. My breathing increases, encouraging him to slide another finger inside and speed up the pace. His dick is rock hard again, and every dirty thought of him inside me surfaces.
My head falls back as my hips jerk up to meet his thrusts. God, this is so wrong. But I can’t stop. I don’t want him to stop.
I feel my nipples harden, aching for attention. As if reading my mind, Levi lowers his head and tugs my nipple into his mouth. He closes his lips over my nipple and sucks it in between his teeth. They’re so hard and sensitive, pushing on pain and pleasure.
“Yes…” I moan, wanting more. “Oh my God, yes.”
“You like my fingers fucking you, baby?” he murmurs in my ear. “So fucking tight for me, Oakley. Gonna stretch you out so fucking good for me.”
“Yes…” I repeat on a whisper. “I need to come.”
Levi increases his pace impossibly faster and harder, reaching the deepest part of me. His thick fingers pounding into me is my fantasy coming to life, and I don’t ever want to wake up.
“Come, Oakley,” he demands. “You’re so close, I can feel it.”
The sound of the shower, our hastened breathing, and even the lawnmower in the distance disappears as my entire body shakes and tightens. My legs weaken as a delicious release shoots through my veins. Levi's mouth crashes into mine as the explosive waves slow and overcomes my entire my body. The best damn orgasm of my life.
I’m riding out my release, quivering and panting with Levi’s hand still flicking inside me when there is a knock at the door, our mouths parting instantly.
“Dad, you in there?” Another knock. “Can you hear me?”
Vayda’s voice brings reality crashing back down. I blink a few times, unable to comprehend what I’ve just done. Levi is still holding me up, regret shining in his eyes as Vayda calls through the door again.
Fuck, this is so bad.
4
Levi
I step away from Oakley, guilt flooding my system as my daughter stands on the other side of the door. If she knew who was in here with me, she’d never going to talk to me again.
“Yeah?” I call back, pinching my eyes closed. I can’t stand the thought of seeing regret in Oakley’s eyes right now.
“Just letting you know I was home. I forgot my purse, so mom and I quickly came to get them. We're leaving now. I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Love you!” Vayda calls through the door.
For a moment I’m grateful the shower is still running. “Love you too,” I call back before I dare to look at Oakley again. The bathroom is filled with steam and heat, and I smell her arousal in the air.
Oakley’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but her bra and panties, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her hair, the color of maple syrup, with strands of gold in between, is falling over her shoulders as she looks up at me shyly.
I grab a towel and quickly tuck it around my waist before I bend and pick up her dress. Oakley takes it from and slips it over her head.
I feel like the world’s biggest asshole. I just fingered and made out with my daughter's best friend in the middle of the afternoon. For fuck sakes, she's twenty-three years younger than me. This was wrong on so many levels, and yet it feels so right. Nothing had felt more right than touching her, kissing her, feeling her soft, smooth hands trailing over my dick. Feeling her orgasm around my fingers feels like an addiction—I want more.
Oakley tugs down the dress and smoothes her hair down before she meets my gaze, and instead of apologizing for ravishing her I want to take her into my bedroom and fuck her until I’ve had my fill.
Luckily sense prevails. I drag a hand through my still dripping hair and shake my head. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Oakley. This never should’ve happened. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”
Oakley’s brows furrow and I can see embers of molten gold flashing in her eyes. “You didn’t take advantage of me, Mr. Brandon. I begged for it just as much.”
I flinch as she calls me Mr. Brandon. “I think we’ve passed the point where you call me Mr. Brandon. Call me Levi, Oakley.”
She nods and crosses her arms in front of her as if she's protecting herself from me. I can't stand the sight, so I move toward her and place my hands on her shoulders.
“Look. Even if I didn’t take advantage that doesn’t mean what we did was right. Seeing you there, watching me…I don’t know. It made me forget for a moment that you’re Vayda’s best friend and that I’ve known you since you were a little girl. I promise this won’t ever happen again.” I groan and widen my eyes when she holds my gaze. “You really need to leave, before I change my mind,” I say, clenching my fists at my sides.
Her eyes narrow for a moment before she flicks her hair over her shoulders and click-clacks out of the bathroom on those fuck me heels, leaving me wanting more.
After she leaves I switch off the shower and start to dry the drops of water that haven’t evaporated while I had my way with Oakley. I shake my head when I realize her scent is still lingering in the bathroom. Wildflowers with a hint of citrus, it makes me want her even more.
If Vayda hadn't arrived, I'm sure we wouldn't have stopped. I’m almost a hundred percent certain that I would have fucked that tight pussy by now.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Regret, distraught, frustration and shame fight for their rightful places in my mind as I pull on my pants and try to forget I ever touched Oakley.
Oakley
As my heels sink into our back lawn, I can’t help but feel foolish. Not because I just sucked off Vayda’s dad, but because I thought it would change something between us.
For years I’ve been fantasizing about Levi touching me while all the other girls drooled over the guys on the football team. They never appealed to me the way Levi did, and now that I finally got to experience my fantasy first hand, I won’t ever be satisfied with another guy. Too damn bad he told it was never going to happen again.
I feel like a petulant child as I walk into the kitchen and stomp upstairs to my room. Kicking off the heels, I grab my phone to text Andrew and cancel my date with him. There’s no way in hell Andrew would ever be able to measure up to the man that just drove me wild with his touch. I wasn’t going to waste my time or his by even trying.
I flop down on my bed, and my hand reaches for the apex of my thighs. I close my eyes and remember how his hands had expertly guided me to my release. There was definitely something to be said for experience, and now that I've experienced Levi Brandon there was no way I was going to forget what happened.
In fact, my new mission in life was for it to happen again.
Even if he is Vayda’s dad.
5
Levi
“Dad, did you get the soda I asked for?” Vayda asks, bouncing into the kitchen as I flip the burgers on the grill.
“Yeah, pour me some as well, won’t ya?” I ask, smiling at her. I was not taking a chance on alcohol tonight. I needed to keep all my bearings running smoothly if I was going to avoid Oakley. When Vayda told me Oakley was staying over, I rudely objected only to get a confused stare from Vayda. Oakley has been sleeping over at our place a couple of nights a week for years. I quickly covered my tracks and told her I had a bad day.
So here I was flipping burgers on a Saturday night pretending that I didn’t finger-fuck my daughter’s best friend two weeks ago.
“Hi Mr. Brandon,” Oakley says as she joins us in the kitchen.
Her voice makes my cock twitch with anticipation, a new habit since it experienced the luscious heat of her mouth first hand.
“Hey, Oakley,” I reply, keeping my eyes firmly on the grill.
I catch sight of her through my peripheral vision. How the fuck am I supposed to focus when she’s wearing a light summer dress that barely covers her ass? The thin straps over her shoulders expos
e the smooth skin of her chest and back, making my mouth water more than the burgers on the grill.
“Are the burgers almost done, dad?” Vayda asks, passing me a glass of soda.
“Yeah, almost. Just a few more minutes. Are you girls going to take them upstairs?” I ask, hoping to escape to my room as soon as possible.
“Nah, its such a lovely night Mr. B. Why don’t we all sit outside by the pool?” Oakley quips, her voice dripping with honey. I imagine her eyes sparkling with amusement, but I refuse to meet her gaze.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea,” my daughter chimes in. “We'll sit outside, and you can tell us about your bad day." Vayda starts gathering flatware, and I give her a smile over my shoulder.
I see Oakley watching me with a smoldering gaze, a sexy grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. I know she knows that I’m trying to avoid her, but she’s not letting up. “Yeah, Mr. B. Why don’t you tell us about your bad day?”
I clench my fist over the spatula in my hand. If I don’t agree, Vayda will know something is up. “Sure, you two go ahead.”
I hear steps receding toward the patio and sigh audibly when Oakley’s scent drifts over me.
“You know, you might not want to make it so damn obvious that you’re avoiding me. A girl has feelings.” Oakley flashes me a provocative grin before she strides out of the kitchen.
After my divorce four years ago, I never thought I would want a woman again, at least not this bad. Rebecca had cheated on me and left me heartbroken and bitter. However, Oakley’s proving more tenacious than I first thought. All these years I’ve met my needs whenever Vayda was away, by picking up a woman in a bar and sending her home right after.
I had fought for Vayda tooth and nail until Rebecca finally agreed that I could have sole-custody and we switch off weekends and holidays. I wanted to keep Vayda in the same home and neighborhood she grew up in as well as the same school district. I didn’t want her life to be completely altered.
At the time, I never realized how much that would infringe on having a sex life. Though I don’t regret having my daughter live with me at all. I’m much happier having her here with me.
Vayda has urged me to date over the years, but I’ve never felt comfortable bringing another woman into our home when she was here. And to be honest, for the past two years, I’ve only been screwing other women trying to get Oakley off my mind in the first place.
Now that I know the soft moans she made as she lost control, I don’t want another woman—I want Oakley. I want to hear her say my name as I ram myself into her. I want to lose myself in her mouth, in her body…
“Fuck,” I curse as I burn my hand on the hot grill. As my skin starts to glow from the burn, I shake my head and grab some ice before heading outside with the burgers.
The girls are chatting a mile a minute as I set the burgers on the table.
“So how’d your date go with Andrew?” Vayda asks Oakley in a teasing voice. I avoid her gaze, but my ears are burning to hear her answer.
Oakley laughs and grabs a burger before she answers. "It didn't go. I canceled again."
“Again?” Vayda asks, confused. “But he’s so hot, and I know how much he likes you. This is the second time you canceled on him? The first time was almost two weeks ago.”
My head shoots up, and my gaze meets Oakley’s as Vayda busies herself with adding more cheese and pickles to her burger. Two weeks ago I had Oakley in my bathroom, kissing and feeling her lips wrapped around my cock—two weeks ago I thought I made a mistake.
Could it be possible that she canceled the date because of what happened between us? For a second, hope blooms in my chest like a rose in spring when a dark cloud of ash smothers the bud. It doesn’t matter what we feel for each other, she’s still my daughter’s best friend.
“Yeah, I don’t know.” She shrugs carelessly. “He’s just not mature enough,” Oakley says, giving me that sultry smile that makes my dick twitch with excitement.
“Mature? Come on, Oakley. We’re nineteen. Who cares about maturity right now? You’re looking for fun, not a proposal.” Vayda laughs and sips on her soda watching Oakley with an expectant gaze.
I bite into my burger, letting the juices cover my tongue to stop myself from joining in the conversation.
“Vayda, it’s not just that,” Oakley insists. “I have my eye on someone else."
My heart pummels against the walls of my chest. Is she talking about me? Would she be that daring to mention it? Or did she meet someone else? Fuck. Jealousy rips through me harder than I ever thought possible at the thought of another man touching what I want. What I want to claim as mine.
But she isn’t mine, is she? I sigh audibly, and Oakley turns to me. “Tells us about your bad day Mr. B?” Her smile is bright and innocent as her eyes convey that I’m the guy she has an eye on. At thirty-eight, I’m more than fucking flattered.
Before I can stop myself from flirting back. “More like a bad two weeks. Seems I can’t get a hold on my current project.”
Our eyes meet, and for a second it feels like we're back in the bathroom, sexual tension humming between us.
“Dad, it’s just a bathroom,” Vayda exclaims, surprised.
“What?” I drop my burger and turn to Vayda shocked. How the hell did she find out? Oakley’s gaze is buried in her plate, avoiding both Vayda and me.
“You’ve renovated hundreds of bathrooms, how hard could it be?” Vayda laughs and shakes her head.
Relief floods my system at the close call. “I know, it’s just this one is different. It’s like it needs more personal attention than the others.”
What the hell am I doing, I chasten myself. I’m flirting with Oakley in front of Vayda, using a bathroom as an innuendo. Fuck, I need to get my head examined.
“I’m sure you’ll do just great Mr. B,” Oakley says to me with an encouraging smile, making my dick jump to life again. Goddamn, she has a way of affecting me without trying.
How on earth did I get myself in this impossible position? After Oakley walked out of that bathroom, I vowed I’d never touch her again, and here I am already hoping to again.
I down the rest of my soda and excuse myself, claiming I have a headache before I leave the girls on the patio. Oakley and I were playing on the edge of the waterfall and pretty soon one of us was going to get sucked in.
6
Oakley
I toss and turn in bed. Vayda’s silently snoring beside me, but I can’t seem to fall asleep. I’ve slept over at Vayda’s hundreds of times and yet now that I know how I feel when her dad touches me, I can’t seem to stop thinking about him, especially when I’m touching myself. I know I’m playing with fire, especially when I flirted with him in front of Vayda, but I can’t seem to help myself. Luckily, Vayda doesn’t seem to suspect anything.
I turn again and throw the covers off me. It isn’t a hot night, but it isn’t cool either. The flimsy nightshirt I pulled on barely covers my ass and still it makes me feel hot and bothered, or maybe that’s just the idea of Vayda’s dad sleeping down the hall. I grab my phone from the nightstand and check the time to see it’s almost one in the morning.
Levi is probably fast asleep, but I wonder if maybe he isn’t and is tossing and turning like I have been. I consider scrolling through social media, but I know that’s just going to wake me up even more. After a while of staring at Vayda's ceiling and counting the number of glass tubes hanging from her light fixture—twenty-seven—I get up and decide to get some water.
I pad quietly out of Vayda’s room and close her door behind me. I don’t want to wake her, knowing she’ll only ask a bunch of questions I won’t be able to answer and I’ll end up lying. I’m already lying to my best friend even if it’s not a direct lie; lies of omission are still lies. I want to tell her about the guy I met, about how hot he is and about how he drives insane, but I can't. It's like being caught in the center of a rollercoaster, and you just want to grab onto someone's hand, and right now I can’t grab V
ayda’s hand. She’ll hate me, shun me, and quite possibly bitch slap me before she tosses me out of her house if she finds out what Levi and I did in the bathroom two weeks ago.
Only a few dim lights are shining downstairs as I make my way toward the kitchen. As I step onto the cool surface of the kitchen floor, I feel desire twinge in my belly.
Levi is standing in the kitchen with a glass of liquid and watching me over the rim.
This is so fucking bad, I think before I feel my body moving toward him. I try to tell my legs to stop, but it feels I have no control over them in his presence. My entire body, every single cell, yearns to be closer to him.
He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. His chiseled torso makes my mouth water; a coarse trial of hair arrows into the waistband of his boxers and my toes curl remembering where it leads.
He takes a sip of his drink, watching me with those piercing blue eyes. I can tell he wants to walk away, but like me, he stays.
Excitement flutters through my body as I stand in front of him. I look at him from underneath my lashes and smile at him, shaking my head. “Well, this isn’t awkward at all.”
Levi smirks and shakes his head. "No it isn't, after all, nothing happened. Remember?”
I rest a hand on his muscular arm and give him a seductive grin. “You keep telling yourself that, Levi.”
His eyes flash as I say his name. He feels it, too. “Don’t do that, Oakley. It’s not right.”
“You feel this too, Levi. I feel the way you watch me, I can see your eyes darken with desire whenever I come close to you.” I take a step toward him. “See, there it is. We’ve got a connection. Why can’t we explore it? We’re both consensual adults.”