Teasing Daddy's Best Friend

by J. L. Beck

  “Ahhh…” Butterflies erupted in my belly as my pussy squeezed his length in a vice-like grip, a hiss of pleasure slipping from his lips.

  “That’s right Brooke baby, remember who it is that fucks you like this…” Another thrust and then another, his thumb honing in on my clit rubbing furious circles against it. All the air left my lungs as my body seemed to rise up, heat rushing through my veins as waves of pleasure slammed into me like waves against the beach. My nails scratched at Zane’s perfectly sculpted back.

  I can’t give this up, this pleasure….

  Zane’s moans of pleasure filled my ears, pushing me further over the edge, heightening my already hot as hell climax. Zane’s fingers dug into my hips as he thrust one last time, his hot semen filling me to the brim. I relaxed against the mattress, relishing in the feeling of Zane’s body against mine, the beating of his heart matching the rhythm of my own.

  “You want to give this up…?” Zane’s seductive voice whispered in my ear. His breaths were uneven just like my own and as I turned my head to meet his eyes I nearly came undone. He was staring at me like I was his reason to breathe, eat, and sleep. Like the world turned in his eyes because of me.

  “I don’t want to give this up Zane but I know as soon as our parents discover what we’re doing, it’s all going to go to shit. They’re going to separate us.” I couldn’t hide the fear from my voice. I couldn’t lose Zane. Before this he had been my best friend, until our parents decided to get married my senior of high school.

  “We’re adults Brooke….” His touch set my soul on fire, one of his fingers trailed tenderly against my jaw coming to a stop against my bottom lip.

  “I know that, but they pay for my college…” I had so much more that I wanted to say, needed to say, but I stopped dead in my tracks. Zane was five years older than me and held a high-ranking position at his father’s office. He had more than enough money to pay for my college and then some, the problem was letting him.

  “We don’t need them.” He nipped at my earlobe. His persuasion was in the things he could do with his mouth, cock, and fingers and he had persuaded me in more ways than one.

  His firm lips slipped down to the skin below my ear, sucking furiously at my flesh, making my already worked over body ache more.

  “Zane….” I had to stop this, even if I didn’t want to. It was wrong and not just because our parents didn’t know.

  “Don’t tell me to stop….” His voice cracked as he pulled away slowly, his seaweed blue eyes staring into my hazel ones. He was pleading with me, on the verge of begging me to say yes to him and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t and not because I didn’t want to, but because sometimes the biggest temptations came with the worst punishment.

  “We can’t.” The words fell from my lips and I regretted them almost as soon as they came out. Zane clenched his handsome jaw, pushing from the bed, leaving me cold and alone. He placed his swollen cock in his jeans, buttoning them, my eyes dropping to the place where his throbbing member had just been.

  “I fucking love you Brooke.” The words hung in the air between us.

  “No you don’t Zane. You love the idea of us. No one even knows about us, we’re a secret.” I tried to convince him differently hoping what I said would change his mind. It seemed to do anything but that.

  “Then I’ll tell everyone. I’ll make our relationship public.” There was so much conviction in his words that I knew what he said was true. He would tell everyone and even though I wasn’t ashamed of being with him, I knew that our parents would be. I knew that nothing but backlash would come to both of us.

  “We can’t do this again.” Zane’s face constricted with pain, his fists clenched at his sides. All the muscles in his body tensed as he stared down at me.

  “It doesn’t change anything Brooke. I still know your body’s reaction to mine. I still know how weak I make you. I still know you crave my cock like I crave your pussy.” He licked his lips taking a deafening step toward me. I grabbed the sheet next to me, holding up one of my hands to stop him, begging him to listen to me with my eyes. This couldn’t work, no matter how much both of us wanted it to.

  “It changes everything Zane. We’re done.” I held back the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes. Zane shook his head, an angry scowl marring his features. He plucked his white t-shirt up off the floor and turned walking toward the door.

  Zane had been my first kiss, my first fuck, my first everything. Giving him up was like giving up a piece of my soul.

  “I’ll prove you wrong, Brooke, baby. I’ll make you wither, beg, and plead for my cock next time, and when I finally give it to you, you’ll understand just how good we are together.”

  The sound of the door slamming as he walked away echoed through my mind. Had I just made the worst decision of my life?

  Chapter Two

  Zane

  Brooke listened to our fucking parents too much, always trying to be the perfect person and do the right thing. We both knew the consequences of what would happen if they ever found out about us, so what was the problem now?

  I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel of my BMW. I wasn’t the type of man to wait but I waited for Brooke, knowing that if anyone had the power to make me love it would be her. The feelings she gave me were pure joy. The sex we shared was just an added bonus.

  I watched eagerly as she left the house we shared together. Our parents thought it was a good idea to shove us together so that they could do their own thing. I snickered. Little did they know it had lead Brooke and me to fucking. Yeah we had started out as friends, but things soon changed not long after that. Brooke was still young though, so knowing her mother like I did, I knew if she found out she would throw a fit of epic proportions. My father would then have to make things right, and that would hurt Brooke and me.

  As I watched her cross the street and head onto campus property, my body begged me to go to her. Her hips swayed with every step she took. Her beautiful brown hair that seemed to have a red tint to it when the sun hit it just right shimmered in the sunlight.

  I squeezed the steering wheel, forcing myself to stay in my car. I had given her two days without my presence. Forty-eight long hours to think over what she had said to me, to reconsider things between us and yet here she was acting as if she wasn’t struggling to get through each day without me.

  My eyes dropped to the watch at my wrist and then back up to the place where Brooke had just been standing. She was long gone, probably entering the south hall to go to her English classes.

  “Fuck…” The words came out in a hiss. I wanted the moment to last longer. Going without her touch, without hearing her voice, it made me crazy. I knew long ago that she had imbedded herself underneath my skin but I never knew how bad it was until I was forced to let go of her.

  The sex we shared didn’t seem to make it better either. It just encouraged the need to possess her. When I was deep inside her, my cock spreading her wide open and piercing her soul, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I knew then that she was it for me, it was a shame she hadn’t come to that conclusion yet.

  I would make her see it though; that there was nothing her mother or my father could do to keep us apart, just like there was nothing Brooke or I could do to stop them from getting married.

  Reluctantly, I placed my car in drive and headed to the office across town, my mind remaining on the one and only thing I felt I couldn’t fully have– Brooke. I parked in the parking garage next to my father’s car and took the elevator up to the third floor. Working with my father wasn’t what I would call a fun job, really it was anything but that.

  “Should we just move the time that you’ll start work to a more acceptable hour for you?” My father’s gruff voice was the first thing I heard when I walked in the office. If only he knew what I had just spent the last twenty minutes doing.

  “I’m three minutes late Father…” I rolled my eyes, unclenching my fists.

  Think of Brooke. I told myse
lf, trying to reel in my temper, the one thing that was growing hotter than the sun this morning.

  “No one else in this building is late, and just because you’re my son doesn’t make it acceptable for you to be…” I lifted my eyes to his, setting my briefcase on the floor next to my desk.

  “I’ll make note of that next time,” I scoffed. Gerald Master was what many would call The King of Wall Street. He had made his money doing dirty deeds for others, monopolizing on companies that were failing at one point in time. He put the work in and got the money out. Putting all your time and effort into work left you bitter and cold though, something I never wanted to be, nor would be, not with Brooke by my side.

  “I need you to take care of the account files I’ve left on your desk. Get in contact with them and make arrangements to meet up with them. It’s your job to close the deal.” The coldness in my father’s voice didn’t surprise me. Not as much as it did when I first started. I bit the inside of my cheek stifling the remark that burned at the tip of my tongue. It was always my job to seal the deal and I always came through. Ignoring his comment, I got right to work setting up dinner reservations for possible clients.

  No more than two hours had passed when my father reappeared in front of my desk. His desk was right across the hall. Our walls were made of nothing but glass, making it easy for him to watch me during the work day. Most would be frustrated with that, but I wasn’t. I wanted the asshole to know how much work I was putting in.

  “I see Brooke and you have grown closer since Sandra and I tied the knot….” His words lacked emotion but I could see the interest in his eyes. He wanted something to hold over my head. Brooke had one thing right when she tried ending things between us, our parents would shit bricks if they ever found out about us.

  I wrinkled my nose at him. “Brooke and I were friends way before you two ever met or got married.” No we weren’t as close as we are now since we are sleeping and living together, but that wasn’t any of his concern. Mine and Brooke’s relationship wasn’t his business.

  “I mean, it just seems that you’re settling into being brother and sister faster than I expected.” I narrowed my eyes at him watching him as he scrubbed at his greying beard with more curiosity in his eyes than I cared to notice. If he thought he was going to get any information out of me, he had another thing coming.

  “It’s not hard when you’re as close as Brooke and I are,” I deadpanned, all while thinking you have no idea how close we are.

  “Oh I’m sure…” He tipped his chin up eyeing me, watching for a crack in my lie. A crack he could shove himself into.

  “I have work to do, so if you don’t mind…” I lifted an eyebrow at him in question. I didn’t want to sit here and talk about my relationship with Brooke, the girl who was supposed to be my little sister. I had seen her as anything but that for as long as I could remember.

  “Of course son, just checking in on you and Brooke. I’ve never had a daughter and want to make sure that everything is perfect…” He paused. “For Sandra you know.” I nodded. Sandra was Brooke’s mom. She made the devil look like an angel on a good day. I felt bad for Brooke up until the day her mother married my father. Now I didn’t though, because she had me to protect her from the witch.

  “We’re fine, thanks.” I once again dismissed him dropping my eyes to the paperwork in front of me. I pretended to be engrossed in the numbers until he got the point and walked away. Brooke was right, hiding our relationship was best, but what she didn’t know was that I had no qualms with going against the world to keep her as mine. Yeah we could hide what we had and not deal with everyone else’s opinion about us, or we could just come out with it and be together.

  I could feel my father’s eyes on me, watching me as I continued to pretend working. My cell phone chimed on my desk signaling an incoming text message. My eyes darted to it, seeing Brooke’s name flash across the screen.

  Excitement zinged down my spine. Had she finally come to her senses? From the looks of things, she hadn’t. Her message simply stated that we needed to talk, with our clothes on.

  My brows furrowed. Didn’t she know me in the least bit? Obviously not, but I was going to show her soon. I couldn’t let her end things between us before they got good. Not only was I attached to her at the hip but my heart was connected to hers as well. If she ended things, it would kill me.

  My eyes lifted gradually to my father’s desk across the hall. Dark orbs met mine, watching my every move. Did he know something was going on between Brooke and me but didn’t want me to know?

  The thought surfaced in my mind. We hadn’t drawn Sandra’s or my father’s attention in any way, so why was he so keen on knowing how Brooke and I were doing, and right out of the blue? The need to tell him to fuck off was burning at the tip of my tongue.

  I refrained though knowing that if I did make a big deal about a small question like that attention would be given, attention that neither Brooke or I wanted. I pressed the pads of my thumbs into my eyes in frustration. I had to focus on the task at hand and that was keeping Brooke and I together. She saw so much fault in us being together and all because she was afraid of what our parents would say and do. Her fears were real and I understood why she felt the way she did, but the truth was Brooke and I being together wouldn’t change anything for our parents.

  Her mom would still be a raging bitch and my father would still try and force me to remain here with his company. There was always something at cost when it came to our parents.

  “I’ve got to step out of the office early…” I didn’t care that it was two in the afternoon. I needed a beer and to talk to my best friend Sully. Things with Brooke were slippery, so maybe he could give me the advice I needed to get her to stay.

  I could feel the disapproval in my father’s gaze. I knew he heard me, but the fact that he didn’t acknowledge what I had said annoyed the hell out of me. Locking up my items and shutting off my computer, I shoved away from the desk my eyes falling on a photo of Brooke and me from our parents’ wedding.

  Brooke was so young looking, merely a senior in high school and me, I was well on my way to graduating from business school. Things had been less crazy then and our friendship was growing. Little did either of us know that in less than a year, things would change drastically between us.

  “I’m leaving,” I announced stepping out of my office.

  “Sure son, do what you need to do.” I rolled my eyes ignoring him as I headed toward the elevators. I had been in the office six hours, and even that was too long to be around my father.

  He would never approve of anything I did. Working for his company was something that had been forced on me and if he ever found out that I loved Brooke, it would be yet another thing he would find a way to destroy.

  I sighed expelling my frustrations in the elevator. Sully would be able to help and would have too. If I couldn’t talk to Brooke about things, I could talk to Sully.

  Chapter Three

  Brooke

  There was nothing worse than trying to convince yourself that you were making the right choice when your heart was telling you that you weren’t. All my afternoon classes seemed to drag on, the professors’ voices drowning in and out as my thoughts drifted to Zane and back again. I checked my phone religiously wondering when I would receive a text back. After three hours I stopped checking and chalked it up to ‘I’ll talk to you later’.

  Zane wasn’t happy about me ending our secret love affair and as much as I hated to do it, we both knew it needed to be done. Not only did I not want to ruin our friendship but my mom is a bitch even on the days when she is nice. If she discovered Zane and I were sleeping together she would do everything in her power to ruin us.

  Classes ended and I walked the short distance to our house just off campus, the one that Gerald, Zane’s father, insisted we get. That was back when Zane was still taking classes and not doing his father’s dirty deeds.

  A light rain fell from the clouds as I walked u
p the sidewalk and to the little two-bedroom cottage. It was a cozy house with all the amenities a college student could ever dream of. Yet I couldn’t wait to break away from the thing and go out on my own.

  Pulling my keys out to unlock the front door, I realized the door was already open. Was Zane here? He never left the door open, let alone unlocked. I shoved the door open, my eyes landing on Gerald who was sitting on our oversized leather sectional both arms extended along the back as if he was making himself at home. Knots of anxiety rolled around in my belly.

  If he was here it didn’t mean anything good.

  “To what do I owe this visit?” I forced an anxious smile, closing the door behind me and hanging my backpack on the coat hanger next to the door. Gerald’s dark orbs bled into mine. It was clear where Zane got his devilishly handsome looks. His father, I’m sure, was a stud back in the day. Now he was a man with greying hair and wrinkled skin.

  “Are you saying I can’t come and see my stepdaughter and son without needing a reason to?” The look on his face said he was being snide. There was always a reason if Gerald was here and the reason wasn’t a good one. He claimed to have married my mother for love but I wasn’t the only one who knew the truth. My mother and Zane’s father, their marriage wasn’t about love, it was about business.

  “Of course not. It’s just…” I cleared my throat smoothing my sweaty palms over the front of my jeans. “You invited yourself in and….” Gerald’s evil eyes narrowed at me. He didn’t care that he was breaking and entering, which was a crime.

  “I didn’t come here to make small talk Brooke. You’re a smart girl and you know that….” I suspected that this had more to do with Zane and me then I wanted to admit. Gerald never showed up or had anything to do with us, so when he did we both knew it was a big deal.