Dad's Best Friend: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Mia Ford

  “I’m going to show you the kinds of things you’ll do just to get off,” he said. A chill ran down my spine.

  “What do you mean?”

  He grinned, looking wolfish. “You’ll see.” My heart pounded; I didn’t really have a clear idea of what he meant, but it sounded so ominous. Andrew got to his knees, his erection straining the front of his soccer shorts. My mouth felt dry; I swallowed, unable to keep my eyes away. It had looked so big earlier; I didn’t even know how it was going to fit.

  “It’s not going to hurt,” Andrew said, still grinning. “At least not much.”

  I arched my back, making my breasts rise up, and Andrew rubbed his fingers over my hard nipples, teasing me. I moaned, feeling my discarded crop top bunch around my neck. He slid his hands down my breasts, gently dragging his fingernails on my tender flesh. I squirmed, eager for more of the rough pleasure he was flooding my body with. Andrew’s fingers stopped just over my thin panties; he slid one of his hands between my legs and rubbed. I moaned, loudly, gasping for air.

  “You are so wet,” he said, in amazement. He made a fist and pressed it against me, using his thumb to rub slow, torturous circles over my clit through the material. I gasped, wriggling against his hand, desperate for him to take my panties off. He slipped his hand away and I jerked my hips, whining. Andrew gave me a stern look before raising his hand back and gently slapping my pussy. I gave a spasm, trying to pull my legs together. The pain faded into pleasure, and I wriggled back down, pleading at him with my eyes to touch me more. Andrew stared hard at me, and I let my eyes wander all over his taut, perfect body. I wanted to feel him gasp and moan, to make him feel the same exquisite desire that he’d given me.

  I sat up and pulled my crop top over my head, tossing it on the ground. My nipples were so hard they strung, and I scooted back on the bed, motioning for Andrew to come closer. With trembling fingers, I reached for the waistband of his soccer shorts, tugging them down his legs. They caught on his erection, and it bobbed free once he was naked. There was a tiny drop on the head of his beautiful cock; shaking, I leaned down to lick it. He tasted salty and damp, but not unpleasant, and he smiled at me in encouragement, leaning back. I licked the head of his cock, listening to him moan. It felt so satisfying, and giving him pleasure was really turning me on even more. My panties were bunched between my legs, completely soaked. As I licked the head of his erection, Andrew rolled his eyes back in his head and let his head flop back. I took more of it into my mouth, savoring the feel of the soft, hot skin.

  Suddenly, I felt Andrew’s hand on my shoulder. He pushed me up, gently, and rolled me over on my belly, spreading my legs. I was face down on the mattress, blushing furiously. I knew he could see everything between my legs, and that knowledge made me throb with pleasure and shame. I felt so exposed, and it was embarrassing how much it was turning me on! Andrew pushed my body up a few inches, and the rough bedspread scratched my nipples, making me purr into the bed. I heard a rustling sound, and felt weight on the bed as Andrew sat beside me.

  “Lean your head up,” he instructed, sounding shaky. I licked my lips and lifted my head, staring at him. His cock was throbbing and standing straight up; I felt a momentary flash of fear at the thought of how much it would hurt. Andrew reached up and wrapped something around my head, blindfolding me. After a moment, I realized it was my pink crop top. He twisted it into a knot and rolled it into place at the back of my head, pushing my head back down into the mattress. I couldn’t see anything; I was completely blind. The room was silent; I listened for sounds of Andrew around me. My whole body was begging for his touch.

  “Andrew?” I whispered, muffled into the bedspread. No response. The air in the room felt cold, and the crotch of my panties rubbed against my clit whenever I wriggled on the bed, hoping to entice him. After a few minutes, I realized I was being tested. Ohmygod, I thought, in a panic when I realized what he wanted me to do. What a pervert! I thought, even though I was the one spread-eagled on his bed, waiting for him to fuck me. Shame flooded my body, but my clit was throbbing. Squirming, I reached my right arm under my body and uncomfortably down to my crotch, rubbing at myself through my panties. Against my will, I moaned, settling into a more comfortable position and stroking myself through the wet silk. Knowing that he was watching me, I reached down with my other hand, and pulled my panties to the side, showing him exactly where I was pleasuring myself.

  “Mmmn,” I moaned, purring into the mattress.

  “Good girl,” I heard Andrew whisper loudly.

  I moaned, rubbing at myself with abandon. Spasms of pleasure were rocketing through my body, and my hand was sopping wet with my juices. Just as it was starting to feel really good, Andrew reached down and yanked my hands away, pulling both of my arms above my head and pinning them there with his own. I heard his hot breath in my ear as he leaned close, and he grunted as he stretched down, rubbing his big fingers against my exposed pussy. He squeezed my wrists together and moved down the bed; I felt his weight kneeling between my legs. His fingers moved up my legs and took hold of the fabric of my panties, pushing my legs together in order to slide them down. I trembled at the thought of him really seeing and smelling me without any cover; my whole body flushed scarlet. Andrew grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs into a spread eagled position on the bed. The cool air on my exposed pussy felt amazing and I desperately wanted to touch myself again.

  I felt something wet and warm on the back of my thigh, going dangerously close to my pussy. My whole body relaxed when I realized it was Andrew’s tongue: I could feel his damp breath on my naked body, and I could hear him panting with desire. Gently, his tongue traced little patterns all over my thighs and moved closer to my labia, the strokes growing harsher. Andrew clamped both hands over my ass cheeks and spread me, making me recoil up and back, mortified. But he was stronger than me, and his hands stayed firmly on me, spreading me so far open that it hurt. My clit throbbed; I squirmed and moaned on the bedspread. Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside of me, pulling back out and lavishing my clit with stroke after heavenly stroke. I moaned loudly into the bed, arching my back and trying to open myself as much as possible to him. His breath teased my clit, he sucked at it and nibbled and licked until I was writhing in frenzy, screaming and panting. His tongue brought me to the edge; I could feel my juices soaking into his bedspread and coating his face. I ground furiously against him in pleasure, reaching my hands under my body and pinching my own nipples, reveling in the pain. The pleasure was almost too much to bear; a small, hot feeling started building inside me with more and more intensity until I was shrieking.

  Suddenly, Andrew stopped. He got to his knees behind me, and I heard a small ripping, papery sound. I pulled the makeshift blindfold off my head and craned my neck, looking at him. I watched as he slowly unrolled a condom onto his stunning erection, closing his eyes in pleasure. He met my eyes, and crawled closer between my legs, straddling my hips. I watched in fascination as he used his hand to push his cock closer and closer to me; and I felt something warm pressing firmly against my anus.

  In shock, I looked up at Andrew’s face. He was staring at me and grinning with raised eyebrows. I shook my head ‘no’ furiously, burying my face in the bedspread. His cock moved lower until it was pressing right against my pussy. There was a little bit of soreness, but I was desperate to have him filling me. He hesitated, and I furiously pushed my hips back, taking his full cock into me.

  I wriggled my hips to take him deeper. Andrew moaned and thrust all the way into me; I felt like my whole body was full with his cock. He roughly used his hands to spread my thighs back apart, grabbed my ass cheeks, and started pumping in and out of me, making the bed shake. With my legs spread, my clit was rubbing against the rough bedspread, and the combination of that and Andrew’s delicious cock was making me insane.

  As he fucked me, I felt tears of shame and humiliation and pleasure leak out of my eyes. I moved furiously in rhythm with his thrusts, relishing the feel of hi
m pumping in and out of me. I felt his thumb slip between my cheeks, gently rubbing against my asshole. Shock flooded my body once again, but it felt so good. The thought of him rubbing me there was so embarrassing, but somehow, that just made it hotter. I blushed, trying to bury my face deeper in the mattress. Closing my eyes, I wriggled against him, making him thrust even harder and harder. His thumb pushed deeper inside of me, and I squirmed hard against the bedspread, my exposed clit throbbing and raw.

  Finally, Andrew thrust as hard as possible into me, pushing me into the mattress. The pressure exploded within my body; I closed my eyes and saw stars as my orgasm tore through me. Andrew stopped, and gently pulled his thumb away, taking a hold of my hips and sliding out. With some effort, I drew my legs closed and rolled over, panting hard. My body was soaked in sweat; I could feel my hair clinging to my forehead and the back of my neck. Between my legs felt numb and sore, but also tingly with pleasure.

  When it was over, we lay together, panting and shaking.

  “You’re incredible, Kristin,” Andrew whispered in my ear. “You’re the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I blushed. “Do you think we were quiet enough?”

  Andrew smirked. “Who cares?”

  My blush deepened. “You should go,” I whispered. “I’ll be in so much trouble if Mom finds out you were here.”

  “Who cares?” Andrew whispered. He pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my sweaty body.

  “You’re going to go back to Boston and leave me,” I whispered. Some of the post-sex high was wearing off, and I was starting to feel sad again.

  Andrew hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. “Come with me,” he said, not even bothering to whisper.

  “What?” I rolled around, staring at him. “Are you serious?”

  Andrew sighed. He raked a hand through his dark hair. “Yes,” he said. “I am quite serious.”

  I blinked. “What…what does that mean?”

  “It means I love you, Kristin.”

  I stared at him. “Are you serious?”

  “Very.” Andrew kissed me gently, chastely. “I love you. You’re an incredible woman, and I want you to come and live with me and try to have a relationship. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  I shivered at the intensity of his words.

  “What about Victor?”

  “Even if I hadn’t met you, I know that Victor and I couldn’t keep messing around,” Andrew said. “I’m getting to the point now where I need to be with one person, and that person is you.”

  Shock radiated through my body. “Are you serious?”

  Andrew chuckled. “I wish you’d stop asking me that,” he said.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered. “I think I always have. Ever since the first time I saw you.”

  Andrew nodded. He nuzzled my face tenderly before kissing me again. This time, I slipped my tongue between his lips, dancing in his mouth.

  “I love you,” I repeated, feeling a warm glow erupt in my body. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Andrew.”

  Andrew grinned. “Good,” he said. “Because that’s exactly what I want.”

  As Andrew and I drifted off to sleep, I gave no mind to what my mom and Dean would think. Sure, they’d be shocked and angry. But if they’d come around to Andrew after all this time, that meant that the same had to hold true for me. After all, I’d always been their good daughter. And nothing was really changing…I was just moving out, and dating my stepbrother. My perfect, sexy, amazing, rich stepbrother.

  This is a dream come true, I thought as I drifted off into a happy, sated sleep. And I’m going to make sure that the rest of my life is as wonderful as this moment.

  The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Andrew’s gentle whisper in my ear.

  “I love you, Kristin.”

  Purring happily, I stretched in his arms. “I love you,” I whispered softly. “I love you so much.”

  The end

  CRUSH

  CRUSH

  “Belle!”

  My head snapped up and I saw my roommate and best friend, Alexa, bounding across the kitchen. She grinned at me as she dumped a handful of pasta into a pot full of boiling water on the stove.

  “Hey,” I said with a grin. Setting my backpack down on a chair, I did a lazy twirl across the hardwood floor. It felt good to be home – especially considering today had been my last week of classes before finals. I’d worked my ass off this week, and I really needed a break.

  “I’m making dinner,” Alexa said dryly. She grabbed a jar of marinara sauce and started unscrewing the lid. “This looks good, right?”

  I snickered. “You’re not supposed to put that in until the pasta’s done,” I said as kindly as I could. Alexa had never really been prone to making good meals. In the two-and-a-half years that we’d been living together, I’d done the vast majority of the cooking. But I didn’t mind – that was one of the things that made me and Alexa work so well as roommates. Sure, we were good friends. But we also knew our strengths: I was a better cook, and Alexa wasn’t bad at cleaning…and gossip.

  “Thanks, sous chef,” Alexa teased. She set the sauce down on the counter and sighed dramatically. Her big blue eyes widened as she slapped her hand against her forehead. “I had the worst day,” she added.

  I frowned, knowing a story was coming. “Oh, yeah? Tell me about it,” I replied. Moving my bag from the chair to the floor, I slid down in the chair, making sure to keep one eye on the stove. Alexa’s dramatics were nothing new, and I knew from experience that it was a good idea to keep track of time. Knowing my best friend as well as I did, I knew her story could take hours.

  “Well, I ran into Jared,” Alexa said. She paused for dramatic effect.

  “And?” I rolled my eyes. “What happened?”

  “Only the worst thing ever.” Alexa pranced from one end of the kitchen to the other, swinging her graceful arms through the air like she was practicing dance.

  I giggled. “He ignored you?”

  Alexa’s nostrils flared. “Worse,” she complained. “He made this huge thing about how we hadn’t talked in forever! And he tried to hug me!”

  I snickered. “Heaven forfend, a man try to touch you.”

  Alexa smirked. “Well, I could tell he missed me.” Irritation spread over her features and she flopped down into another kitchen chair. “But that’s not the point.”

  I stood up and walked over to the stove, poking at the pasta with a wooden spoon. It was still a touch too stiff for my liking, so I set a lid down on the pot and watched the cloudy water swirling around. Cooking had always been soothing for me, even though I hadn’t done much of it growing up. We’d always had a maid, and a cook, and usually a sommelier…although my stepdad, Mitchell, had been talking for years about how he wanted to learn more about wine himself.

  Even though it sounds like I grew up really rich, the truth is a little more complicated than that. When I was twelve, my mother Anne married Mitchell Rhodes – real estate mogul and consulting pro. He’d made billions from New York City real estate over the past few decades, and he lived like a king. Before Mom met Mitchell, our life was pretty boring. We’d lived in Buffalo, in a little apartment with bad insulation and no heat in the long winters. Mom had fallen for Mitchell when she’d met him in New York, on a trip with her girlfriends. He’d swept her off her feet, and they’d married within the year.

  Mom had teased me when I was younger. I could still see her happy face now as she stroked my hair and pulled me into a tight hug. “I named you Belle because you were my little princess,” Mom had said. “But now you’re really going to be a princess!”

  In reality, things had been a little murkier than that. Mitchell had always been kind to me, but it was clear that he didn’t have much interest in being a stepfather. And his son, Jackson, my stepbrother, was an asshole. There weren’t any other words I could use to describe him. He was a perfect, smug, gorgeous asshole.

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sp; Just thinking about him made me want to shudder. I hadn’t spoken to him in years – Jackson is nine years my senior, and thankfully he left Mitchell’s house as soon as he turned eighteen so we never even lived under the same roof. The last time I’d seen him, when I was sixteen, he’d spent the whole afternoon flirting with me. I’d been so taken by his charms that I hadn’t even noticed that my period had started. But Jackson had, and he tricked me into exposing my bloodstained butt to a roomful of people….all waiting to wish Mitchell a happy fiftieth birthday.

  It had been the most embarrassing moment of my whole life.

  “Belle?” Alexa snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Hello? What happened? You just like, totally faded on me!”

  “Sorry,” I mumbled, blushing hotly. “I was just thinking about…well, nevermind.”

  Alexa crinkled up her nose and giggled. I guessed she was used to it – I’d always been kind of spacey, after all.

  “I was thinking about my family,” I confessed. “I really miss Mom, you know? I haven’t heard from her in weeks.”

  Alexa nodded, but I could tell she didn’t understand. Unlike me, she’d never been close with her mother. Alexa had come from money, too, but she’d never been the outsider of the family like I had. To look at me now, you wouldn’t have been able to tell where I’d lived as a teenager. Most of my clothes came from Target, and I never wore makeup. I’d never been a real “girly girl” – Mom had told me that I’d probably grow into it, but I never had.

  “Yeah, I bet,” Alexa replied. She grabbed the boiling pasta from the stove and gestured for me to help her. As I held the plastic strainer over the sink, I braced myself against the hot steam. Still, it felt good – winter in Alfred, New York, was almost as bad as winters in Buffalo had been as a kid. And even though Alexa and I lived in the nicest building of student housing, it was still student housing…right down to the painted concrete blocks of the walls.