Forbidden Roommate: Her Dad's Best Friend Series Set

by Penny Wylder

  “I’ve imagined you a lot of ways, Katti. And right now I want to see you on your knees. I want to see if it looks how I imagined it would.”

  My heart starts to pound, and I slide off the bed to my knees before him, looking up at his towering height. His cock is that much closer to me now, and I can’t stop looking at it. I want to touch him. Taste him. To see if what I’ve dreamed about is real.

  The look on his face is pure darkness and fire. He reaches out, winding his hand into my hair and lifting my gaze to his. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Katti. And now I’m going to watch you fuck yourself on that toy while my cock is down your throat.”

  The wave of need that rolls through me is so strong that I have to close my eyes. His power is what I’ve wanted, like I’ve known what was lurking beneath the surface, just waiting for me to find it.

  Bryce’s hand stills in my hair, he guides me on my hands and knees over to the wall where he’s attached the toy, and puts me where he wants me. His hands leave heat on my skin as he backs me up against it and lines it up with me, spreading more lube on both me and the toy.

  “You’re going to take it all,” he says. “Both the toy and my cock. Every hole filled, just for me.”

  I was already soaking wet, but now it’s practically dripping down my thighs. Bryce strokes his fingers across my pussy as he guides me onto the dildo. “I love how fucking wet you are for me. Have you always been this wet for me?”

  “Yes,” I say, because it’s the truth. As soon as I learned about what it meant to be aroused, I was around him. Every friendly smile or hug would make me ache and drip. I tried to shut that part of me off and ignore it, but he always broke back in.

  He fits the other piece of the toy against my ass, and I let him press it in. Bryce crouches in front of me, taking my mouth in a searing kiss. “Take them.” His hands are on my shoulders, and he eases me back, and I relax, taking the toy deeper, letting the lube do the work. God, it’s bigger than I remembered. It makes me so full. Back and back and back I move, and still he keeps guiding me.

  When my ass meets the wall the dildos are so far inside me that I can’t think. Can’t breathe. I’m stuffed full of them, and it feels amazing. I squeeze down on the toy, and shudder. This isn’t how it felt the first time I used it.

  Bryce’s hand is in my hair again as he stands, gripping just hard enough to pull a little on my scalp. I love it.

  He holds my head still, bringing himself closer until the tip of his cock is touching my lips. I’m overwhelmed, his hard heat so close. Everything about this has me in awe, and I still can’t even believe that it’s real.

  “Open,” he says, voice rough and dark.

  I do, allowing him to slide in in one long stroke. He said I would take all of him, and he doesn’t leave any room for disobedience. His hand in my hair angles my head so that he can slip into my throat, and he doesn’t stop until his stomach grazes my lips and his balls are pressed against my chin.

  Every part of me is full, and I’ve never felt anything like it. My mind is blank with pleasure and helpless acceptance. Yes. Please. More. This is what I want.

  Bryce groans, the hand in my hair softening to stroke down my face. “You are so beautiful, Katti,” he says. “And seeing you with all three holes stuffed is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck, I love seeing your lips stretched around my cock.”

  He keeps holding me still as he pulls back, the dragging sensation of him on my tongue is mesmerizing, and then he pushes in again. All the way. And again. Long, deep thrusts that fill me to the brim and stretch my mouth. I glance up at his face to see pure rapture on it.

  “Fuck yourself,” he says roughly, tightening his fingers in my hair. “That toy isn’t for show.”

  It takes all my focus to move my body while he drives into my mouth, but I do. Sharp pleasure blooms when I move back onto the dildos again, blinding me. Instinct takes over, my body seeking that pleasure at the same time that pleasure is being taken from me.

  “Make yourself come,” he says, holding me still on his cock, nose pressed into his skin. “For me. So I can pour myself down your throat while you moan around my cock.”

  No one I’ve ever slept with has spoken to me this way, with such dirty words and blunt commands. A gush of wetness floods me, and I can fuck myself that much faster on the dildos. They’re big—larger than the toys I usually use—and hitting spots deep inside that are sending up flares and bursts of need, growing ever stronger.

  Bryce releases me, and I heave in a breath, not stopping my thrusts against the wall. Leaning forward quickly, he reaches under me and finds my clit, stroking it, driving my pleasure upwards toward the edge before pulling away again. He gives me a cocky half smile, as he pushes himself back between my lips. “I can’t make it too easy for you.”

  It’s not easy. Pleasure is warring within me, fighting to get out and continually out of reach. And I’m distracted by the sensation of Bryce’s cock in my mouth, plunging into my throat. Both his hands are now buried in my hair as he drives himself in to the hilt, fucking my mouth freely. The motion of his hips drives me back further onto the toy, and I give in to the sensation. I’m helpless and stuffed and completely controlled by him.

  Heat spirals down my spine and pleasure blooms in a deep, shuddering orgasm that makes me moan. It’s like a low earthquake—beneath the surface and shaking me to the foundations, showing me a kind pleasure that I’ve never felt before. Far-reaching. Expansive. Impossible.

  I can’t help but freeze, completely at the will of this feeling, and overtaken by it.

  “Good girl,” Bryce says roughly, thrusting deep again, again, and one last time, finding his own climax and the sound of his pleasure gives me more. The heat of him spills down my throat, and I don’t even have to swallow.

  Fuck, yes.

  I can’t remember how long it’s been since I wanted to taste him, to have him use me, and for us to have this kind of pleasure together. But it’s perfect, and mine, and in spite of everything that is standing in the way of this moment, I don’t fucking care. I would do it again. I will do it again.

  The orgasm releases me, and my limbs are jelly. I can barely remain upright, and Bryce catches me, pulling me upward and helping me to the bed. I don’t move or help him as he places me where he wants me: On my knees face down, collapsed to the bed. As he leans over me, stretching my hands to the sides, I feel his cock against me, still huge, still incredibly hard.

  “You’re hard.” It’s sounds silly when I say it, like I’m stating the obvious, but I’m too wrung out on pleasure to say anything more complex.

  He laughs softly. “Yes, I am.”

  “But you came,” I say. “You tasted so good.” There wasn’t much of his rich flavor, given how far down my throat he was, but I can still taste it a little. And I want more.

  “I assure you, Katti, with how long and how deeply I’ve wanted you, I’m going to be hard for hours.”

  My eyes close. God, that’s what I want to hear.

  How is it possible that I convinced myself that those replacements were anything close to this? Nothing can copy the timbre of his voice, or the strength in his touch as he presses my hands into the bed, silently telling me he wants me to keep them there.

  Bryce’s body is covering mine, and I love the warm, solid, weight of him. His lips are at my ear, pressing softly. “I’m going to fuck you now, Katti.”

  “Yes, please,” I breathe.

  He lifts away from me for a moment, and I hear him in the drawers again, and again the opening of the bottle of lube. “But first, I think you need to be filled again.”

  Cold wetness presses against my ass, the round shape telling me what’s there. Anal beads. The rounded shapes starting small and getting larger as they get closer to the ring. The string itself is curved in an S-shape. It’s been forever since I’ve used them, but god, I remember when I did, it made my orgasm twice as intense. With Bryce, I think I might pass out.


  I relax, pushing against the intrusion as the first bead slips in, and I groan. My ass is already sensitive from the fucking it just got, and my whole body is like a fuse ready to blow into more pleasure. He doesn’t stop at just one, gently pushing and maneuvering until one after another slips inside, all the way along the curve to the biggest bead that I’ve never managed to get in.

  “Bryce,” I say, “I’m not sure I can take that.”

  His hands smooth up my back, warming my skin and releasing any tension I feel. Those same hands drift around my ribs and under me to cup my breasts as he presses his lips to my neck. “Try for me.”

  “I’ve never been able to take it.”

  “Mmm,” he makes the sound against my skin, hips pressing into my ass so I can feel the pressure of that latest bead and the hardness of his cock there. “But I’m already dreaming of my cock in your beautiful ass, Katti. I want to see your face when you take all of me, all the way down to my balls. I want to hear the screams you’ll make when you can’t stop coming. And believe me, I’m bigger than this last bead. So try for me.”

  I’m wet again, and he knows it. He can probably smell it. His tongue tastes my skin, drawing a line down the top of my spine and making me shiver. I can see the situation he’s describing in my mind, him hovering over me while he takes what no other man has. Only toys have been in my ass so far, and I want to give him that. I want to give him the first that I wanted to give him when I was younger. I dreamed of him taking my virginity, and he didn’t. He can have this, though.

  “Okay,” I say.

  He makes a low sound of approval, continuing to trace down my spine with his tongue. All the way down, until his mouth is right there, where I’m stuffed full of beads. Bryce traces me, wetting my asshole with his tongue, and everything in me clenches down. It’s so dirty, so intimate, and I need more. I need everything. I can’t stop the groan that escapes from my lips, muffled by my sheets.

  His fingers tease my clit, spiking pleasure trough my veins, and it’s almost enough for me to come again. Almost. Not quite.

  Bryce presses in on the bead, and I relax. Pain and pleasure mingle together, but it goes and goes and goes until it slips in, nestled inside perfectly. I feel even more full than the dildo, and my breath is short. “That’s my girl,” he says, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over.

  How many times have I imagined him over me like this? A thousand? It’s nothing compared to the real thing. I marvel at the way his collarbones are etched in the shadows of my room, and the way that his nipples are hardened with arousal just like mine. The way his lean and perfect body dwarfs me. The fact that he’s here at all, looking at me like I’m the most perfect thing in the world.

  I watch him lean back, and grab the condom he must have grabbed when he got the beads, and roll it on. His eyes never leave mine as he rolls it down, and it’s like the temperature rises five degrees in the room.

  He leans over me, fitting himself against my entrance, and he kisses me. “Are you all right?” he asks.

  “Of course,” I say. “Why?”

  Bryce’s eyes are dark and serious. “We’ve both waited a long time for this,” he says. “And there’s no going back after.”

  I laugh, though I feel the gravity of it too. “You think we can go back after you shot your load down my throat?”

  He presses his lips to my jaw and draws them along my skin. “I could pretend,” he says. “I could make myself believe it wasn’t you. It would be hard, but I would do it.” There’s a pause, and he’s looking down at me and I feel something more than arousal rise in my gut. “But I will never be able to erase the feeling of being inside you, Katti. I know that. I’m going to remember this forever, no matter what happens. So if you have any doubts, tell me now.”

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him down to me, kissing him. The feeling of kissing him is like a homecoming that I always wanted but never knew that I needed. “I have so many doubts, about what will happen—the consequences. But never about this.” It’s such a simple admission, and yet it feels like the most intimate thing I could say, and it takes my breath away. “Take me, Bryce. I’ve always been yours.”

  Bryce’s mouth slants across mine, hard. There’s nothing but raw, searing passion in this kiss, and it’s that much more when he presses inside me, and I gasp into his mouth. His cock is huge. I know because it was just down my throat, but it feels entirely different inching into my pussy, and I’m already filled up.

  This is how sex was meant to feel—breathless and sparkling and filled with anticipation and immediate, deep pleasure. I haven’t been with that many men, but looking back, sex looks pale and flimsy, and I’m wondering what the point of that even was. Because it wasn’t this.

  I don’t think he’s going to fit, but he does. Deep and thick and throbbing, he doesn’t stop kissing me until he’s buried to the hilt, and then we’re pressing our foreheads together, mingling our breath. He’s right. I can never go back from this. I will always remember the way we’re connected. This is something that we’ve both been yearning for, and it feels like something is sealed between us now.

  “Fuck, Katti,” he says.

  “Yes, please.”

  He laughs, but doesn’t object.

  And then he fucks me, and I see stars.

  Bryce doesn’t hold back, pulling out of me and plunging deep, taking all of me in a way that’s never been done before. It’s possessive and branding and claiming, and I give into it because never in my life have I wanted to be claimed by anyone else.

  I can feel the beads filling me up, hitting places and adding pressure to the already growing climax inside me, and I can’t breathe. It’s too much, and it’s not enough. I don’t know how it can possibly be both, but it is.

  Reaching under me, Bryce palms my ass, tilting my hips up into him as he thrusts deeper, and I go over. Pure white light floods my vision, and I scream his name. This is what it feels like to be on fire. I’m dying from the pleasure and can’t breathe. His mouth crashes onto mine again, stealing what’s left of my air, and I’ll gladly give it all to him.

  My pussy is squeezing down on his cock, my ass on the beads, and another orgasm triggers before the last one is over. My scream is caught in his mouth, and I surrender to it. It’s so good, blindingly, brilliantly good.

  I tumble into the absence of feeling, Bryce’s cock suddenly gone. He’s leaned back, and I realize that his fingers are hooked in the ring of anal beads. “Nooo,” the word comes from me. It’s going to break me open, and I don’t know if I’ll actually survive it.

  “Yes, baby,” he says, and pulls.

  Pleasure rushes through me, fullness emptying, and I scream so loud I’m sure that my neighbors are going to hear me. I’m coming and I can’t stop. Not when the beads are gone, or when he thrusts back in, pounding towards his own climax. Every nerve is on fire, and I’m lost in this place of pleasure.

  From somewhere else, I hear Bryce shout my name, coming deep inside. I feel the weight of him as he collapses on me, and I feel the soft brush of his lips on mine.

  I’m not sure how long it takes me to come back. I may have even fallen asleep for a little while.

  When I come back to my body, floating in a state of calm and perfect happiness, everything is clean. My head is resting on Bryce’s chest, and we’re covered in my blankets. I remember nothing about how we got here.

  My voice is gravelly when I speak, from screaming. “We should have done that a long time ago.”

  Bryce moves when he hears my voice, slipping out from under me, and helping me rest on the pillow. I like the way he’s leaning over me, and the way his body half-presses me into the mattress. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want as much contact with him as possible.

  “I agree,” he says, “but it might not have been like that.”

  “Maybe not.”

  He kisses me, tilting my chin up so he can lean in deeper. “No matter what we should have done,” he s
ays, “that was worth the wait.”

  Just the simple stroke of his hand down my side has my nipples hardening, and he laughs, low and throaty, and I wish I could fucking bottle that sound. “As much as I appreciate your body’s enthusiasm, I don’t want to break you.”

  “What happened to twenty-six orgasms?” I tease.

  “Oh,” he says, “we’ll get there. But it might take some training. Regardless, I think seven is a good start.”

  “Was it really seven?”

  “At least,” he nods. “I’m not sure I kept track of all of them in that last bit, but you were screaming quite a lot.” I blush, and he tucks me into his chest. “I liked it.”

  This feels impossible, but it’s not. I’m still so, so tired, and I relax into the feeling of him soothing his hands down my back, and the steady sound of his heartbeat under my ear.

  “Bryce,” I say softly. “This is real, right?”

  “Yes, baby girl,” he says. “This is real.”

  It’s with those words in my head that I go to sleep.

  5

  I wake up, and I’m pretty sure that everything is a dream, but I know it wasn’t. But it might be easier if it was, because when I wake up, I’m alone in my bed.

  Oh, no.

  My first thought is to look for a note, but there’s nothing on either of my bedside tables or in the kitchen. In the living room I find my phone on the floor, where I must have dropped it after he kissed me and I didn’t fucking notice. Nothing there. Outside, Bryce’s car is gone. It’s like he was never here at all, and I wish I could take away how much it fucking hurts.

  Tears come to my eyes, and I push them back. No. I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to cry. It’s for the best. It is. We knew that this could never work. Not with who we are and who our families are and who my father is and the age difference.

  Bryce probably came to his senses and realized that this was all a mistake. That his relationship with my dad is more important to him, and he doesn’t want to destroy it. Because my dad would be devastated if he knew. I know that deep in my gut. The same way that I know that I would do all of last night again. I will never take it back.