EPISODE TWO: Riding My best friend's dad
Blake hadn't planned to say it. But the words had slipped from his mouth before he could stop them.
Telling his daughter's best friend that he had been wanting to fuck her for a long time? That was never meant to happen today.
But now it had.
Selena's lips parted like she was about to speak, then pressed shut again.
"I shouldn't have said that," Blake muttered, jaw tight. But it wasn't a lie. From the first time Selena had shown up months ago in that tight little pink dress before she and Natalie went clubbing, he'd been hard for her. He'd dreamed of getting her naked long before today. And now, seeing her like this, he was at his breaking point.
"There's no need to say sorry, Mr. Shelton," she whispered, striding forward.
At first, she'd been shocked to see the huge bulge in his pants. But now, she couldn't stop staring at it.
He was in his early forties, but his body was lean, muscled, and tall, nothing like the average man his age. Heat coiled low in her belly, and a wet ache built between her legs.
"There is," he said through clenched teeth, forcing his eyes away from her. Her bikini top was still crooked, showing the soft curve of one tit. It made his cock throb. He wanted to shove the fabric aside completely, wrap his mouth around her nipple, and suck until she moaned.
Selena folded her arms, making her tits lift and press together. His gaze locked on them again, and a shiver went straight to her pussy. He wanted her, she could feel it.
"But the damage is done," she said softly. "Charlie already thinks I'm a whore."
"Then I'll set him straight," Blake growled. His cock was swelling painfully inside his pants.
Selena turned her back to him, giving him a full view of her ass. The tiny thong she wore didn't hide a thing. The thick, perfect curves made his mouth dry. He imagined holding her down, driving himself into her until she screamed his name. He groaned low in his throat.
"That's not necessary," she murmured.
"Selena...."
"Besides," she said, turning to face him, slow and deliberate, "maybe he's right. Maybe I am a whore."
His brows snapped together. "Why would you say that?"
"Because I'm thinking about fucking you, Mr. Shelton."
The words punched straight into his cock. It jerked against his zipper, throbbing harder.
She smiled faintly and stepped close enough for her small hands to graze his bulge. Blake hissed when she gripped him through his pants, stroking the hard length.
Her lip caught between her teeth as her mind spun. He was older, hotter than most men she'd known, and his cock felt thick in her hand. She'd only had sex a handful of times, but the thought of taking him made her clench inside. And if she fucked him, it would be the perfect revenge on Natalie.
Natalie had posted her nudes. Selena would fuck her dad.
"We can't," Blake groaned, his shaft pulsing against her palm. Precum was already dampening the fabric.
She tightened her grip, fingers curling over his tip.
"Damn, Selena… we need to—ah—stop…" His words broke into a moan.
"Please, Mr. Shelton," she purred, pressing her tits against his chest. "Just think about how mad Natalie will be when she finds out I fucked her dad."
He froze. She was right. He'd promised to help her with the photo scandal, but this—this would burn itself into Natalie's mind forever.
"I'm not sure I can do that to her," he muttered.
Selena stepped back and hooked her thumbs into her bikini straps.
"So, you don't want to fuck me? You don't want to rip this bikini off?" She slid one strap down her arm, then the other. "You don't want to touch me?"
Blake's breath came rough. He wanted to. God, he wanted to.
She cupped her tits, pushing them up, and then leaned forward to lick her own nipple, circling it with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. His eyes stayed glued to her. When she switched to the other nipple, heat roared through his body.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his study. Natalie was upstairs sulking—she wouldn't hear a thing. The study was soundproof, private, and the desk was more than sturdy enough for what he intended to do.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Blake pushed her back against the wall.
"Natalie will kill us both," he panted, kissing her neck.
"Not if I get to her first," Selena whispered, shuddering when his mouth dragged hotly down her throat.
His hands slid over her curves, squeezing her tits hard. "God, I've thought about this so many times."
She arched into him, and he dropped to his knees. His tongue swirled over her navel, and she gasped. Her thong was soaked now, her pussy aching.
He hooked a finger into the waistband and peeled it slowly down her legs.
"Spread your legs for me," he ordered, his voice rough. His palms slid up her inner thighs. "Damn… perfect."
He ran one finger along her glistening pussy, coating it in her wetness. His cock throbbed at the sight. Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue up the length of her slit, slow and deep.
"Oh my God, Mr. Shelton," she cried, her knees trembling.
"Call me Blake," he said between licks. "You taste better than I imagined. I could eat your pussy all day."
Her cheeks burned. "You've thought about this before?"
He groaned, his tongue plunging into her. "I've thought about doing a lot of filthy things to you, Selena."
Her breathing hitched. "What's the filthiest thing you've thought about?"
His eyes burned into hers, and he stepped back just enough to speak, face flushed, jaw tight.