Bad Bad Bad

by K. Webster

  When I hear the front door slam closed, I shriek. I’ve never seen Brandt move so fast. He jolts upright, yanks my bra down over my boobs, and stalks over to his shirt. I’m still staring at him in a feverish state when he quickly throws the shirt back on. Just as he picks up his sandwich, Dad strolls in wearing his full uniform.

  “You’re home early,” I squeak out.

  Brandt winks at me before pulling my dad in for a hug. I manage to close my legs and hop off the counter by the time they finish. Dad hugs me next and I wonder if he can tell his best friend was just about to make me come.

  “You look tired, princess,” Dad says as he inspects me. “Did Coach Judy work you too hard today?”

  Brandt eyes me as he chews his sandwich from behind Dad. I simply nod and try not to make eye contact with my father.

  “I took the rest of the day off,” Dad tells us both, beaming. I love my dad, but right now he’s a cock-blocker.

  “Great,” I chirp.

  He turns and regards Brandt. “Are we going out tonight?”

  Brandt clenches his jaw and shrugs. “I kind of hoped we could stay in. Keep it low key. Plus, I missed you guys.”

  Dad nods his approval. “Pizza and beer it is. I’ll go get changed. Kool-Aid for you, princess,” Dad teases me as he struts out of the room.

  The moment he’s gone, Brandt prowls over to me. He grips my jaw in his fingers and tilts my head up. Our eyes lock for a heated moment before he brings his lips to my ear. “I’m not finished with you, kiddo.”

  “You cold, princess?” Dad asks when he comes striding back into the room with two beers in hand. I suppress a shiver. My nerves are on fire. Definitely not cold. But I’m over here shaking like a leaf because I’m overcome with desire for the man sitting on the other end of the sofa.

  “I’ll grab a blanket from the closet,” Brandt tells him as he stands and sets the beer Dad gave him down on the table. I can’t help but let my gaze roam over his sculpted backside as he stretches. He’s still wearing the same clothes from earlier. Luckily, I found time to take a quick shower and change into something more appealing.

  Dad flips off the overhead light before settling into his recliner and then swivels to face the television. “If this movie doesn’t start blowing shit up, I can’t promise I’ll make it to the end.”

  I laugh at my dorky dad but the humor dissipates when Brandt strides back in with a smoldering grin plastered on his face. Squirming on the cushion, I try not to let him see how much he gets under my skin. His words still dance around my head from earlier.

  I’m not finished with you, kiddo.

  I’d nearly come unglued with that statement. It’s as though my fantasies have started breathing and come to life. I’m not sure what’s changed. To me, Brandt is the same. Just as handsome as ever. The tattoos and glasses are a nice touch, but he’s still my dad’s sexy best friend.

  Maybe it’s me.

  Brandt catches my gaze as he drapes the blanket over me. He settles down onto the couch, but this time he sits closer to the middle. His nearness seems to set my soul on fire. When I start wiggling again, his hand slips under the covers and he grips my ankle.

  “Relax,” he mouths to me.

  The movie starts up again, but Brandt doesn’t release my foot. Instead, he drags it over his thigh. My heel presses against his hard erection and my eyes bug out of my head. I’m tense as hell, but he starts massaging my foot in a gentle way that has me calming. I still can’t wrap my head around the size of his cock that bulges in his jeans. The only action I’ve had is my friend Mandy’s brother, Kellan. I spent the night a couple of times when he was home from college and let him finger me. His fingers were thick, but nothing like what Brandt is packing in his jeans.

  “This movie is stupid,” Dad grunts. “Those aren’t even real guns. Not to mention, they’re not holding their weapons right.”

  Brandt chuckles. “Didn’t we say last time we watched a cop show with you, Rick, that we weren’t ever doing that again for this very reason?”

  I snort in agreement. “Yeah, Dad. You talked through the last one.”

  “Whatever,” Dad grunts in response. “You know I’m right.”

  As the movie continues, Brandt’s innocent foot massage soon becomes an ankle and calf massage. He’s not even hiding it as he kneads my soft flesh. Dad is too focused on the “shitty” movie to notice. When Brandt’s fingertips graze past my knee to my thigh, I let out a gasp and jerk my gaze to find him watching me and not the movie. I’m just out of reach and I can’t tell if I’m thankful or annoyed.

  “You always keep this house like a fucking ice box,” Brandt grumbles to my dad as he steals part of the blanket to cover his lap.

  Dad flips him off, but his eyes are glued to the television.

  Brandt grips my ankles and drags me closer to him. My head falls against the arm rest and the backs of my calves are resting in his lap. His blazing green eyes meet mine and he gives me a smug smirk. I start to roll my eyes at him, but then his palm is on my thigh, gently caressing the flesh there. The shorts I’d put on after my shower are loose. When I’d grabbed them, I didn’t think past comfort. Now I’m thinking they might be practical, too.

  When Dad leans back in his recliner and pulls out the foot rest, I know he’s already bored with the movie. He’ll be asleep in a matter of minutes. I’m still staring his way when I feel a finger brush against my sex through my shorts. A garbled sound escapes me and I plead Brandt with my eyes not to do that again. He simply flashes me a boyish grin before sliding a finger underneath the soft cotton. My panties are lacy and no doubt soaked at this point. His finger tests the resistance of the material as he slides it up and down along my seam. I’m back to fidgeting.

  What if Dad sees what we’re doing?

  Would he beat Brandt’s ass? Would he beat my ass?

  I imagine Dad’s face red and furious, until Brandt pushes the lace to the side and dips the tip of his finger inside my opening. I’m wet for him. I know this because his finger easily slides deeper inside of me. When I chance a look at him, he’s glaring at me. The good kind of glare.

  “Spread your legs,” he murmurs soft enough for me to hear, but not loud enough to carry over the blasting of the movie.

  I let out a gasp but move my thighs apart. His finger pushes all the way inside of me causing my back to arch up off the couch. Never in a million years would I have imagined when I woke up this morning that by night time, I’d have my dad’s best friend’s finger knuckle deep inside me. I’m just adjusting to having him there when his thumb presses against my clit. I let out a choked sound. A flash of warning flickers in Brandt’s green eyes—a look that says, keep quiet, kiddo.

  I bite down on my bottom lip and nod my understanding. He massages me with his thumb in a delightful way that has my entire body on fire. Back when Kellan fingered me while we made out, he never made me come. I came a few times on my own, but nothing compares to the way Brandt is making me feel. It feels as though he’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

  “CGI,” Dad grunts.

  I squeak out in surprise. I’d thought he was asleep. Brandt slows his movement but doesn’t stop.

  “Stop talking,” Brandt pretends to gripe. “You’re ruining the movie.”

  Again, Dad flips him off. “It’s CGI, though. That’s not real.”

  Brandt’s movements quicken and my muscles begin to tighten. He slides another finger into me beside the other one. I like how my body stretches to accommodate him. His fingers seem to curl up inside me and touch a place that has me jerking with pleasure. He sears me with a heated gaze as he continues his assault on my sex with my dad sitting right there near us.

  It only takes a few more moments before I’m stifling a moan. My entire body shudders as a delicious orgasm explodes through me. His fingers don’t stop moving until I’ve completely relaxed. Then, he slides them out of me and brings his hand out from beneath the blanket. I watch in a mixture
of horror and fascination as he brings his fingers to his nose and inhales.

  “Mmm, love this part,” he says out loud as he sucks on both fingers at once. I nearly come again, just from watching him taste me in such an erotic way.

  “This part is lame,” Dad gripes from his chair.

  Brandt winks at me before his hands go roaming again under the blanket. I stare it him in shock when he starts pulling my shorts and panties down my thighs. His black eyebrow is lifted up in challenge—as if to dare me to say no. So I meet his heated gaze and nod.

  This earns me a quiet growl.

  I smile in satisfaction at having won that round until his fingers begin teasing me again. This time, I feel vulnerable and exposed despite the blanket covering me.

  “You want to grab us another one, princess?” Dad questions and waves his empty bottle at me.

  I freeze in horror.

  Brandt chuckles and gives my clit a little pinch. “I’ve got it, Rick. Was just about to take a piss.”

  Dad nods, apparently not aware of anything going on between Brandt and I, and he turns back to the movie.

  “Stay,” Brandt mouths to me before he slips out from under the blanket. He disappears out of the living room.

  “We should have watched the girlie movie,” Dad grunts.

  “So change it,” I offer with a laugh.

  Brandt reappears with a beer for Dad and a glass of ice water. When he hands it to me, I frown in confusion. “Thought you might have a dry throat.”

  I glare at him and sneak a glance at Dad but he’s still into the movie, despite complaining about it the entire time, to notice. Once Brandt is settled back under the blanket, even closer than before, and my bare ass is pressed against the side of his thigh, he gives me a wicked grin. He reaches over and steals a piece of ice from my glass. Two seconds later and I nearly shriek the moment something cold touches my inner thigh. Brandt pretends to be watching the movie as he trails the icy wetness along my skin. He doesn’t ever touch my sex with it—just teases other parts of me like my thighs and belly button. I’m so hot that the cube of ice melts fairly quickly. When not much of it is left, he teases my clit with it for a brief second. Then, he brings the nearly melted ice cube to his lips. I stare open-mouthed as he sucks it into his mouth. He winks as he chews it up.

  I’m so completely turned on that if Dad weren’t right there, I’d climb onto Brandt’s lap and beg him to fuck me. Instead, I watch, with a rapidly beating heart, as he retrieves another cube of ice. This time, he teases my clit with it for a second before dragging it down to my opening. I groan when he starts fucking me with the piece of ice. Slow and torturous. He doesn’t do it for long before he also puts this piece into his mouth. Our eyes meet as he chews the ice.

  “So fucking delicious,” he tells me.

  “Yeah,” Dad agrees. “It’s a new import they had at the liquor store. I like it, too.”

  Brandt beams at me while I turn beet red. When he reaches for more ice, I set the glass on the carpet out of his reach. He glares at me. Just one look and he has reduced me to a worthless pile of want.

  “Bad girl,” he mouths at me.

  I chew on my bottom lip as I wait for his next form of pleasure. But all he does is tease me for the next half hour. No more orgasms. He doesn’t even look my way. I’d be disappointed, except that he never stops touching me. His fingers rub on me and explore any reachable flesh. He even finger-fucks me a few times, but not long enough to have me come. I’m going crazy with need.

  One of Dad’s loud snores jolts me out of my daze and I frown his way. Brandt chuckles quietly. “Finally.”

  I snap my eyes to meet his heated stare. “What now?” I’m breathless and on fire.

  “Now you take off your shirt,” he tells me, his voice husky. “Show me your pretty tits, kiddo.”

  Jerking my head back over to my dad, I am thankful to know he’s still snoring logs. I sit up and pull my shirt off like Brandt demanded. I’m not wearing a bra underneath. His eyes fall to my breasts. Hunger flashes in his glimmering green eyes.

  “So fucking hot,” he praises. “Come here.”

  He’s still fully dressed and I’m completely naked. I’m glad that he’s careful to drape the blanket over my shoulders as he pulls me into his lap. I straddle his thighs and regard him with a questioning look.

  “Like this?”

  He grabs my hips and pulls me closer so that my sex rests against his straining cock. “Like this,” he murmurs. His gaze travels down my front. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

  I can’t help but smile at his words. For so long I’ve fantasized about something like this. But this is better than the fantasy. This is real.

  “Tonight,” he murmurs as his lips find my neck and he suckles me. “Tonight I’m going to sink my cock in your tight cunt, kiddo. What do you think about that?”

  I once again steal a glance to make sure Dad’s not awake. Thank God he isn’t.

  “I want that,” I tell him, my fingers tentatively touching his firm chest through his shirt.

  “I’m going to fuck you in your bed. Do you still have that pretty pink bedspread I bought you a few years ago?” His teeth tug at the flesh on my neck against my ear. It drives me wild and I grind against his hardened cock.

  “Yessss.”

  “Good,” he murmurs. His hand cups my breast and his thumb grazes over my nipple. “I’m going to come all over your sexy stomach and those covers. Do you want me to make you, and everything you own, dirty?”

  I swallow and nod. “Yes.”

  “You’re going to scream. My cock is much bigger than my fingers,” he tells me smugly.

  My lips quirk up into a grin. “Dad will kill you if he finds you fucking his only daughter.”

  He glares at me and, for a moment, fear flashes in his eyes. But then his gaze darkens. “I’ll just have to gag you, kiddo.”

  “W-What?”

  His smile is positively wicked when he leans forward and playfully bites at my breast. “You heard me.”

  I scrunch my nose at him. “I don’t think I’ll like that.”

  He arches an eyebrow at me. “Wanna make a bet?”

  When I frown, he roots around under the blanket until he produces my lacy panties. I open my mouth to ask him what he plans on doing with those when he starts cramming them into my mouth. My eyes widen but he distracts me with his fingers between my legs. The material muffles my moan. Understanding washes over me and I rock against his hand, urging him on.

  “I’m going to get you off one more time, Kelsey,” he growls. “And then I want you to go to bed like a good girl.” His gaze darkens. “I want you naked and waiting.” He leans forward and tugs at my panties in my mouth with his teeth until they slip out and drop between us. “I’m going to put my fat cock inside of you and make you mine.”

  I come for what seems like the millionth time today and wonder how much more pleasure he can draw from me. Something tells me we’ve only scratched the surface.

  It’s been two hours. I know this because I’ve stared at the clock on my nightstand for each and every second of those two hours. Where is he? I’m not sure if he fell asleep or maybe changed his mind. Either way, I’m disappointed. Tonight, I was going to lose my virginity to the hottest man I’ve ever seen.

  And now…

  I’m the same ‘ol Kelsey.

  Virgin. Sexually frustrated. Alone.

  I begin to drift off, a lonely ache in the pit of my belly, when I hear it.

  Creaaaaak.

  My bedroom is dark, aside from the red glow of the alarm clock. I squint in the shadows but don’t see anyone. But I do hear soft footsteps on the carpet. When a figure stands beside my bed, I know it’s Brandt. The red light illuminates his sculpted chest decorated with tattoos and he reminds me of some demon sent to corrupt me. A deviant smile tugs at my lips.

  “I thought you’d never come,” I whisper.

  He chuckles. “I had to make sure Rick went on
to bed. Then, I caught up on some work emails while I waited for him to fall back asleep. Didn’t want us to get caught, kiddo.”

  My flesh heats at his words. “Okay.” God. Don’t I have any other words in my vocabulary. “I mean…I’m glad you’re finally here.” I cringe because I have no game whatsoever.

  He disappears back into the darkness of my room and I wonder where he’s gone off to. But then I feel the bed dip down beside me. The covers lift and then a hot, hard body presses against me.

  Naked.

  Strong.

  Powerful.

  He pulls me so that I’m nestled with my back against his perfect chest. His cock—fat just like he claimed—slides along the crack of my ass sending shivers running down my spine.

  “When’d you grow up to be such a fucking knockout, kiddo?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, his hot breath tickling me. “I’d come here expecting to see my best friend’s daughter, a cute kid, like usual. Not this.” His palm squeezes my breast. “Not a perfect goddamned body. Not such a tease. A temptation of epic proportions.” He pinches my nipple and I squirm against him. “My God, you’re so responsive. I could spend hours testing your sweet supple body. I want to draw out so much pleasure from you that you pass out on my cock, beautiful.”

  His words drive me mad. I want him to do all of those things. I’m dying to learn everything he has to teach.

  “Why me?” I question when I find my voice. “Why not some bar chick or someone your age?”

  He growls and bites my shoulder. “It’s not every day I’m gifted an angel to defile. And baby,” he murmurs as he thrusts his cock against me. “I’m going to motherfucking defile you.”

  I whimper when his hand travels south. I’m gearing up for another epic finger-fuck session, but he slides down along with it, dragging the blankets down with him. He pushes me flat on my back and clutches onto my knees.

  “I want you to spread your legs so I can taste your sweet cunt, Kelsey,” he grits out.