Forbidden Roommate: Her Dad's Best Friend Series Set

by Penny Wylder

  I swallow, my body reacting to his closeness, suddenly feeling the very thing that it’s wanted. “This was a mistake,” I say. “You know nothing can happen. My father would disown me and he’d kill you.”

  Bryce’s eyes have gone dark, and he’s slowly closed the distance between us so that we’re nearly pressed up against each other. “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “You had to know,” I say, shaking my head. “It was obvious. I had a crush on you forever, Bryce. You were all I ever wanted. Long before I should have wanted anything. And for a moment, I thought that you might feel it too. But that’s crazy, and I couldn’t do it to Dad.”

  “That’s a problem for you, then?” he asks, lifting a brow.

  “What?”

  “That I’m your father’s best friend, and I’m twice your age?”

  It’s not a problem. It’s never been a problem. But we can’t. It would destroy a lot of things, and it would be beyond reckless. I can’t find the words to say it though because Bryce is here and he’s touching me.

  “Because,” he continues, “last time I checked, we were two consenting adults. We can do what we like, Katti.”

  “No, we can’t,” I whisper, waving my hand between us. “This is why I moved away. Because of this. This tension. I had to get out before I did something crazy and ruined everything.”

  “Crazy,” he says softly. “Crazy like this?”

  He presses his mouth to mine, soft at first. It doesn’t stay that way. Our lips touching is like setting a match to gasoline. Everything in me ignites. The moan that escapes me is feral and needy and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

  Bryce’s hands are on me, exploring my body with bold surety. His tongue strokes across my lips, and I open for him, allowing him to plunder me. All I feel is heat and fire and pleasure, and I’m soaking wet. Sliding his hands down to my ass, he lifts me off the floor and presses me harder into the wall. My legs naturally wrap around his waist, pressing us together intimately and so suddenly I can’t breathe.

  This is so wrong. But it feels so right. It’s better than every fantasy I’ve ever had. We fit together like lock and key, and the way I can feel him hard against me has me aching for him. If I don’t stop him soon, I’m not going to be able to stop.

  God, I don’t want to stop.

  “We shouldn’t,” I say, breathless in between gasps for breath.

  “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  Bryce makes a sound low in his throat. “I don’t think it’s a good enough reason.”

  “Why not? You’re willing to risk your friendship with my father?”

  He pulls back far enough to look into my face, at level with mine since he’s holding me up. “You’re not the only one who’s tried to move on and failed, Katti.”

  I feel like I’m falling through the floor again, and this time when he kisses me, I don’t even think of stopping him. I can’t. Not now.

  “I’m going to take you into your bedroom, Katti, and I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he says against my skin, licking my neck. “And I only have one request.”

  “Oh?” I say, struggling to hold on to my power of speech. His lips seem to erase it entirely sending spirals of heat down through my core.

  “Don’t mention your father again tonight. We’ll deal with the fall out, but I don’t want to think of him—and I especially do not want you to think of him—when I’m inside you.” He presses his lips to my ear, whispering. “And I plan on being inside you for hours.”

  I shudder against his body, vision going blank with overwhelming arousal. “Done,” I say. I can barely even remember my own name right now, let alone the drama surrounding our history. All I want is him, and I’m going to let him have his way with me.

  Bryce’s lips crash down on mine again, stealing my breath and consuming me. “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “Down the hall. Last door.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own, husky and deep and dripping with need.

  He carries me effortlessly through my house and into my bedroom, sprawling us both on the bed. I’ve imagined him over me hundreds of times, but the real, solid, weight of him is better than I ever though that it could be.

  I love it.

  I love the feel of him pressing me into the mattress, the feel of his cock stringing to get to me through his pants, the feeling of his lips on mine, tasting me the way I’ve always wanted him to.

  “I fucking meant every word, Katti. I’m going to do everything I said. I’m going to take you every way you’ll let me. I’m going to fulfill every fantasy you’ve ever had, and the ones that you haven’t yet. I’m going to make you scream my name.”

  “I’ve always wanted to,” I say.

  “If I’d known you’d still wanted that after all this time,” he says, pulling away from me and catching my wrists, pinning them to the bed, “I would have found you sooner. I would have never let you leave. I would have made you mine.”

  My pussy is soaking wet, and I’m not wearing panties under these leggings. I can feel the dampness there, spreading, and it’s only a matter of time till he knows just how badly I want him. That my body reacted to him the second that I opened that door.

  Bryce tugs at the hem of my shirt, and I let him pull it over my head. He’s seen this much of me before—seen me in a bikini plenty of times—but this is going to be different. And my body isn’t the same. “I don’t look the way I did when you last saw me.” I laugh a little, awkwardly. “Less time for the gym.”

  He pins me with a hard look. “If the next words out of your mouth were going to be anything but, ‘I am a stunningly beautiful woman,’ they were incorrect.”

  A flush rushes across my face and chest, and I have to close my eyes. His lips fall on the skin of my chest, exploring the valley between my breasts, and licking my already hard nipples through the thin lace. Fuck that feels amazing. I buck up against him, hips seeking more, and he chuckles. “I like this,” he says. “I like how your body responds to me.”

  It takes only seconds for him to unclasp my bra, baring me to him, and he takes me in, eyes roving. I feel the urge to cover myself, but he doesn’t even give me the chance, pinning my wrists again.

  When his mouth connects with the bare skin of my nipple, I gasp. Sparks of electricity fly across my skin, drawing pleasure out of corners that I didn’t know existed. One and then the other, he teases them with his lips, rolling his tongue across them and grazing them with his teeth until they’re hard points.

  Bryce pulls back an inch and blows gently, the coolness of air raising goosebumps and hardening my nipples to the point of delicious, pleasurable, pain. “You’re exquisite,” he says.

  I can’t find the words to speak as he moves down my body, fingers finding the waistband of my leggings and pulling them down so that I’m completely bare to him. He stands from the bed and stares down at me—all of me. I’m shivering under his gaze.

  The look on his face is enough to make me shudder with pleasure. It’s pure lust and need and fire. He locks his eyes with mine as he reaches up and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. God, I’ve dreamed of this.

  He reveals himself to me, button by button. The years that I haven’t seen him haven’t had the slightest effect on his body. He’s hard and defined in all the right places, sculpted in that almost crazy way that statues are. I could put him on a pedestal and easily worship him.

  But after the shirt comes off, I’m ready for more. And he doesn’t give it to me. I’m longing to see all of him, and at this point, I know that it’s a given. But I still feel the tiny stab of disappointment when he doesn’t touch his belt. Disappointment that’s entirely erased when he climbs back up my body to claim my mouth, showing me in no uncertain terms that he wants this. Wants me.

  “You were never mine to think about,” he says softly. “And I made sure I didn’t. But don’t think I didn’t notice, Katti. And god,” he sucks in a br
eath and moves his lips across my collarbone in a blaze of heat. “After you turned eighteen, I couldn’t help myself anymore. I noticed.”

  My stomach drops through the bed and the floor. “You never showed it.”

  Bryce laughs softly. “What was I supposed to do? Tell my best friend that I wanted to fuck his eighteen-year-old daughter? Do things to her that were so dirty I couldn’t find the words?”

  Fresh heat rolls through me, and I can barely keep still underneath him, squirming, trying to have more contact with his skin. “I know. But I still wish you had.”

  “Well,” he says with a smirk, “we’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

  He doesn’t hesitate then, dropping down and pressing my legs open so his mouth can cover me in one smooth motion, and I swear that time stands still. Fantasy and reality collide in a blinding rush, and I can’t catch my breath.

  Bryce licks me, swirling his tongue across my entrance and up over my clit. There’s no part of me that is left unexplored or untasted, moving boldly and thoroughly, but also taking his time. A sound comes from his throat, deep and sensual. “I used to imagine what you tasted like. If I’d known you were this sweet, I would have said fuck it to everything standing in our way.”

  I can’t respond as his mouth seals over my clit, tongue moving in bold strokes along the underside, pleasure shooting through me in sparks and streaks. This isn’t happening right? Bryce Collingwood isn’t between my legs, deep in my pussy. Oh my god, this is actually real.

  Every time I’ve watched porn with a British accent, trying to imagine this very situation, comes flooding back, and none of it compares. It’s not even fucking close, and it’s only been five minutes.

  Bryce slips his tongue down, licking me in a way that makes me moan. Delicious, slippery friction drives me mad. It’s not just that he’s fucking me with his tongue, it’s that it’s Bryce fucking me with his tongue. It’s longer than I imagined it would be, and he strokes it inside in slow, sweeping movements that make my legs shake.

  Reaching down, I grab his hair in my hands, in an attempt to bring him closer, and he obliges by moving his mouth back to my clit and sucking it deeply. Pleasure rises from deep inside, drawn like a magnet to the movements of his mouth. Hell yes. I say it out loud, and I love the feel of his laughter against my skin.

  He sets up that rhythm again, teasing me closer to climax with that clever tongue, and I’m lost in the sensation and also feeling like an absolute idiot for not having given this a chance sooner. All the sex that we could have had in the time that we were both wanting each other and denying it.

  Bryce scrapes his teeth across the top of my clit, and all thoughts of regret are chased from my mind. My body is lit up with gathering pleasure, bits of light that will explode. He slides his hands under my ass, holding me to his mouth while he consumes me like a feast.

  “Bryce, please,” I say. I don’t know what I’m asking, just that it’s more, and that his name feels good on my lips.

  He gives it to me, sucking hard and flicking me with his tongue. I don’t even have a chance to think about whether or not to hold back or make it last longer. I just come. The world shatters apart in a flash of light, a cry dragged from me as the pleasure crashes down on me with speed and force that flattens me. I’m shaking and gasping, only a lightning rod for this sensation. Completely blind to anything else.

  Holy shit.

  I haven’t come like that in…

  Ever.

  I’m breathing hard when my vision clears, and I look down to find Bryce grinning up at me, chin propped on my stomach and mouth shiny from my orgasm. “Well?”

  “Fuck,” I say. “This is insane. That was insane.”

  His eyes narrow a little and his perfect, sexy, British voice grows serious. “If this is insane, then I think I’ll enjoy being crazy. That was number one.”

  “Number one what?”

  The side of his mouth tips up. “Number one orgasm. Remember? We have a marathon to complete.”

  The reality of what he’s saying hits me, shakes me to the core. Fuck, I want that, but I don’t think that’s possible. “Bryce, I can’t come twenty-six times in one night.”

  “Have you ever tried?”

  “I mean…no, but I’m also pretty sure that it would kill me.”

  He grins. “Don’t worry. I’ll stop just short of murder by orgasm.” And then his mouth is on me again, and the only comeback I have is a groan that makes him laugh as he licks my pussy.

  Though that’s not the right word for it. He devours me like a man who’s been starving. The onslaught is too much to take. Too hard, too fast, too delicious, and I come again, caught without breath.

  I arch off the bed, only held in place by the grip he has on my hips and ferocious pressure of his lips and tongue. I gush my climax, and he drinks me in, never stopping and never letting up, instead making me rise higher.

  I can’t see. Can’t breathe.

  I didn’t know it was possible to exist in a plane that was only pleasure.

  But this is it. Pure white light and fireworks and earthquakes of heat and sensation that I’ll never recover from.

  Until I come back to the world limp and spent and he’s still gently kissing my clit, making me jump and my pussy clench with quivering aftershocks.

  “That was three,” he murmurs, moving up and over me on the bed, and kissing me. I taste myself on his lips, proof that this pleasure is real—that he is real. But I still can’t believe it.

  “This isn’t real.”

  “Oh,” he says. “It is real. And we’re just getting started, Katti.”

  “I might need a breather,” I say, stroking my hand down his chest, savoring the feeling of the skin I’ve always wanted under my fingers.

  Bryce chuckles softly. “I don’t think so. Now I’m going to need all of those sex toys you told me about.”

  4

  “What?”

  “When we were chatting, I asked if you wanted toys used on you. I believe your answer was ‘fuck yes,’ so I want to know what I have available.”

  I blush furiously. I’m not embarrassed of my collection, but the thought of Bryce seeing it is terrifying. What if he thinks I’m sort of crazed sex maniac when he sees how many I have? I’ll have to take the risk, because just the mention of him using toys on me has me impossibly wet again. And we’ve already come this far. Whatever we were hoping to preserve by staying away from each other this long has already been destroyed. You can’t go back to indifference after one person has had the other’s tongue inside them.

  That’s just not the way it works.

  “The dresser,” I say. “Both bottom drawers.”

  Bryce’s eyebrows rise in shock before his expression shifts to something more feral and filled with lust. It takes my breath away. “Are you a bad girl, Katti?”

  “Yes,” I breathe. “More than you ever knew.”

  His lips roam across my skin, starting at my ear and moving down my neck toward my shoulder. “Oh, I plan on knowing. I think you’ll like some of those thoughts I had about you.”

  “Tell me.”

  “The beach,” he says simply, and I’m thrown back in time. He frequently joined us on our family vacations for a couple of days. It was on one of those trips, on the beach when I was younger, that I first realized how fucking hot Bryce was—it was there that my obsession began. The fact that it was that for him too makes me smile.

  “Oh?”

  “The summer after you turned eighteen, you wore that yellow bikini that hid next to nothing, and every damn night we were in that house I thought about you wearing that in the water. Touched myself while thinking about it. Fantasized about sneaking you into my room and fucking you, covering your mouth so your moans wouldn’t wake anyone else.”

  My eyes flutter closed. God, if that had happened…I would have, I would have loved it.

  “His voice is even slower now as his lips graze my chest, hands still on my hips pressing me
into the mattress. “I still think about that bikini.”

  “I wore it for you,” I tell him. “I wanted you to notice me. And I thought you never did. I spent that whole week trying to be sexy. I wanted to make you hard.”

  He laughs. “I was harder that week than I’d ever been before in my life.”

  Abruptly he’s up and away from me, and I hear the drawers of my dresser slide open. I’m still wrung out from the orgasms he’s already given me, and I don’t move.

  “Katti,” he says, voice rough. “You’ve been very naughty.”

  It makes me laugh, and I smile. “I know.”

  “I’m going to use every single one of these on you. Not tonight, because I don’t think there are enough hours in a single night. But they’ll all get used.”

  There’s a rustling, and the sound of a bottle opening. The sound of lube and suction. I lean up on my elbows to find him with one of the toys that honestly, I’ve never really managed to use. I bought it on a whim, but it’s not very practical when you’re by yourself.

  It’s a dildo, but not just any dildo. It’s a double dildo, with two cocks, one for your pussy and one for your ass. Even comes equipped with a suction cup. And I did try it, but I felt silly. I wanted the experience of double penetration, but fucking my wall alone didn’t feel sexy.

  Watching Bryce cover each cock with lube and attach it to the wall is an entirely different experience. He works with smooth efficiency and assurance, the dildos are dripping lube onto the floor before he looks at me with feral grin.

  He doesn’t speak as he undoes his belt, dropping his pants and underwear with that same efficiency, and I see him naked for the first time.

  It’s everything that I imagined it would be. The rest of his body matches what I’ve already seen—sculpted and defined, every bit of him hard. Bryce’s cock juts out from his body, proud and thick, curving upwards slightly. My mouth waters at the sight of it. This. This is all that I’ve ever wanted. Him and me, naked together.