by Izzy Slam
Her hand is on my chest and I feel the heaviness within my balls. And all I do is grind my hips a few times, feeling her thigh-pussy grip my length and forcing me to come so hard I’m sure it’s covered not just her legs but also the bed sheets.
“God, baby…” I groan, feeling my heart hammer like wild inside my chest.
Her little moans of pleasure make me smile, and I can only imagine what being inside of her will feel like.
Sutton
There’s an uncontrolled sort of electricity between me and Max, one that can’t be tamed. I don’t even know how to describe how good he makes me feel.
I need it, too. This complete and utter distraction from all the sadness.
All my friends in high school had friends with benefits. They used to talk about how good it was to have someone to cut loose with, with no attachments. I never understood it because I wasn’t attracted to anyone in my classes or even anyone I would pass in the hallways.
But the way I feel when I’m around Max, and in his arms, and in his bed, it’s like my whole body is on fire.
I think this is going to be just the thing I need to heal from my loss. Plus, he’s just a good listener, and he makes me feel safe and protected, the way a loving father figure would. I could totally see me and Autumn becoming close, like sisters. The three of us becoming a family.
Both of us calling him Daddy.
That word and the way it makes me feel. It makes me wet, causes my insides to quake with need.
And I’m still feeling that need the next day.
I wake up early when I hear Max getting up. He told me last night he had a nine o’clock meeting with some other realtors in his firm, but he said he’d be back my lunchtime. I feel bad sleeping in, and I want to get up, but then my heavy eyes make me drift back to sleep.
By noon, I’m wearing my thong bikini and slathering on some sunscreen when he comes through the door. He tosses a drug store bag on the couch and moves his eyes over my body. Electric pulses shoot through me.
“You are one hell of a sight to come home to.”
I pull my long hair up into a ponytail as he walks my way.
“Thank you. And you’ll be glad to know I didn’t dip into the rum.”
He chuckles and pulls me to him for a kiss.
His tongue is warm, and I feel a clenching between my legs, that desire re-awakening.
Fuck the beach, I think.
And when his fingertips graze down my back, then glide over my ass and squeeze, my legs grow weak.
“Mm, I was thinking we would take the boat out today.”
I lift my eyes. “Really?”
“Sure, why not. Let me get changed first. You mind making a few sandwiches we can take? I’m starving.”
He walks off without waiting for an answer, and I follow him with my gaze down the hallway, thinking how sexy he looks in his suit. And how sexy he’d look in a boat with a suit. But boating in a suit probably isn’t all that comfortable.
When he comes out in a tight t-shirt that accentuates his amazing muscles with a pair of black Champion shorts, I feel like his casual look is just as sexy.
He tosses the sandwiches and a few sodas in a cooler and we head down to the lake. And he insists on walking behind me so he can watch my ass the whole way.
I shake it a little extra hard, I won’t lie. And I give him a few fun, flirty looks over the shoulder, asking him if he likes what he sees.
“Let’s just say it’s a good thing we’re not in public or I’d be arrested for inappropriate erections.”
“Oh really?” I ask, pausing at the boathouse and turning around to steal a glimpse.
Sure enough, I can see how rock hard he is, his boner poking straight out. He drinks me with his eyes as he stops in front of me, sliding his sunglasses to the top of his head.
I grip his cock through the shorts, feeling it bounce and stiffen in my grip, and he groans.
“I hope you don’t get seasick.”
“On this water? I doubt it.”
“It looks calm now, but once I get you naked out there, it’s going to turn into a category three hurricane. You do know how to swim, don’t you?”
I laugh. “Yes, I know how to swim. The question is…” I lean up on my tiptoes and hover near his lips, softly stroking his erection in my hand. “Can you last until we get out there.”
He chuckles and grips my ponytail in his fist. “Oh baby. Just you wait.”
Max has a bay boat. It seats about four and has high sides. “Never thought about it until now, but it will give us plenty of privacy.” He taps the side of the boat and hits the gas, and within just a few minutes, we’re in the middle of the lake.
The sun is high, it’s warm as fuck, and I feel the urge to be ravished by this man.
“First things first,” he says, shutting off the engine and opening the cooler.
He tears into a sandwich, and I sit up on my knees on the back bench. Fortunately, it’s cushioned. I lean forward and hear Max make a noise.
“Mm-mm-mmmm, look at that ass.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
I wiggle my hips back and forth, loving the way it feels teasing him. And loving how comfortable I feel in my own skin around him.
And then I spend a few minutes taking in the view of the sun twinkling on the water, and the houses dispersed along the shoreline.
“God, this place is really gorgeous. You’re so lucky to live here year-round.”
He comes up behind me, moving his hand over my ass and making my skin prick in excitement. His knees go to the seat on either side of me, and his hands next to mine on the edge of the boat.
“It is beautiful, and I feel lucky every day that I get to see the water. But nothing,” he continues, kissing my shoulder and making my nipples harden, “and I mean nothing, compares to the beauty that I have here.”
I can’t help but smile, but when I feel his hardness press against my rear, the smile fades and l let out a huff. His fingers navigate to my bikini top, and he slides his fingers under the fabric, gently brushing my nipples.
“Fuck, Sutton. Your body makes me so hard…”
I arch my back and push against his erection, forcing him to growl and pinch my buds. I gasp and immediately his hands slide down my back, giving me shivers, then grasping my thong bottoms and peeling them over my hips.
“This is the real sight right here,” he says, his voice throaty.
I watch him over my shoulder as he starts planting kisses along my cheeks, then slides his hands up my tummy. I close my eyes, and the boat starts rocking a little hard from a wave that hits the side. So I hold onto the edge of the boat with one hand while I use the other to untie my bikini top.
I toss the material in the seat next to me, and suddenly Max’s hands are groping my breasts, toying with my nipples as he drags his tongue over the flesh of my ass. I have never been so turned on in all my life.
“Max,” I mutter, feeling his lips kiss and nibble at my flesh.
“Don’t move,” he commands. “Stay just like this.”
He goes to his knees and starts kneading my ass as his tongue moves to the tender flesh between my legs. I feel him dart between my folds, and I instinctively arch my back, wanting to feel more.
I can tell I’m juicing like crazy, fluids running out of me uncontrollably, more than I have ever leaked. It’s almost embarrassing. But when Max moans and says, “Fuck, you taste good,” any slight embarrassment I feel is gone.
He pushes my legs apart, and I let my knee slip along the seat. And right as my clit begins to swell up in need, Max’s tongue is flicking it back and forth.
“Oh God!” I cry out. “Oh yessss.” My thighs start quivering almost right away.
And his hands … the way they are hungrily exploring every inch of me. They’re barely able to reach my breasts, but when they do, I feel the pad of his fingers rub my nipples as he swirls his tongue over my pearl. And he doesn’t stop tormenting me like this until
I come, bucking my hips and rolling them in a circle, deliriously trembling and leaking a river of fluid.
The boat rocks gently as he stands up, and when I turn around, he’s pulling off his shirt, revealing his ripped abs and a glazed look in his eye.
“I need your lips around me, baby.” He grips the top of his shorts and starts to peel them down. I squat in the boat at his feet and lean back, watching as his cock bounces up and out. He takes a step toward me, and with the shorts resting at his upper thigh, he fists my ponytail and holds my head steady.
I don’t need direction at this point.
I wrap my hands around the base of his length and move my tongue up and down the underside, listening to his hungry groans. The sound of his voice becomes more eager as I suck his crown past my lips. And from there I try to take my time just sucking and tasting, teasing and flicking. My feet start to fall asleep but I don’t even care. I love the way he feels and tastes. And I cherish every little throbby pulse against my tongue.
But then Max pushes, thrusts, and forces himself to the back of my throat which makes me gag. He pulls out quickly and steps back, letting his shorts fall to the floor of the boat and reaching into the cooler and rooting around for a few seconds.
“Oh fuck me,” he grits out.
“I’d love to.”
He lets out a frustrated laugh, then tosses the cooler closed. “I forgot to put the condoms in here. Damnit.”
“It’s okay,” I say, running my hands up his strong, hairy legs. “I’m still having fun.”
He lifts my chin with a finger. And the way he’s looking down at me with all this softness, all this trust, floods me with desire for him. “I’m having fun, too. I need those lips … that mouth…”
I wrap my fingers around his shaft and press my mouth to the side, kissing his cock and feeling his hands tease the back of my head. He groans and tugs the elastic from my hair, letting the long strands fall down my back and over my shoulders. It gives me a feeling of being wild. And with the sun beating down on my naked skin while succumbing to some raw, primal urges, it definitely adds to the wild feelings.
I trail my tongue over the veins of his shaft, then flick the underside, looking up at him to watch his response. He sets his jaw and his nostrils flare, and when I suck on the widest part, a little salty pre-cum seeps out.
But then his hands grip my hair, and he tugs it up into his fist, pulling tight enough that it starts to burn just a little. And that burn gets my heart up, sends a rush of adrenaline through me. My body hums with excitement as he starts to rut his hips back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper into my mouth.
Max knows how to take possession of me, to make the whole world and everything that’s wrong with it melt away. And I think that’s what I’m doing for him too. Helping him to forget it all and just focus on this one thing: us.
Not that we are a thing.
But we are doing a thing. And it feels good.
His length grows so hard and his thrusts become almost rhythmic. He warns me quickly. “Ah, baby, I’m going to come.”
His voice is as stiff as his cock, and I’m nervous because I want to please him. But I’ve also heard bad things about swallowing.
What I experience with him is something so different than what I’ve heard from my friends. Because when he empties on the back of my tongue, all I can feel is the rhythmic twitch of his length, and the rush I get from making him feel good. It’s like I’ve entered another plane of existence, and I couldn’t imagine letting any of his seed spill from my lips.
He holds my head still, and his voice is a steady hum as he finishes spending inside my mouth. And I feel even closer to him than I did five minutes ago.
Swallowing his come has made me feel bonded to him in a way I’ve never bonded to anyone. And I’m suddenly wondering how I’m going to give this man up once summer is over.
Max
Sutton and I spent a few hours on the lake this afternoon, just lying there totally buck naked, holding one another. The way she feels pressed against my body turns me into a ravenous beast for her.
I was kicking myself for neglecting to remember the condoms. I made a special trip to the store for them, then got so fucking turned on at seeing Sutton in her thong bikini, all the blood left my brain.
But this afternoon, and what she did to please me… I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
We head back to the house and Sutton says she wants to make me the dinner that she had planned to make last night. So we take a shower together, and I wash her hair, scrubbing every inch of her body with a cloth. And yes, there is lots of kissing and fondling. But we’re both wiped out from spending the day in the sun, so there isn’t much hanky-panky beyond that.
I get call from a client after we get dried off—she wants to see a few houses—so I have to make a few phone calls to set up times for that with the owners. When I’m finished, I walk into the kitchen and see Sutton hard at work. Something about a woman cooking a meal for me, it’s a huge turn-on. Maybe it’s a guy thing, but for me, it’s more than that. My mom was an amazing cook. When she died, me and my brothers had to pick up that chore because my dad couldn’t boil water if his life depended on it. Then when I married Autumn’s mother, she decided that I ought to do most of the cooking so she could pursue her career. I didn’t mind so much. I was good at it, and it made me feel needed. But when I meet a girl who wants to do something nice, something simple that a lot of people take for granted, it hits me in the feels.
I walk up behind Sutton as she stands over a cutting board, pulling seeds from a red pepper. Pressing my body to hers, I pull in the scent of her hair while checking out the mess on the counter.
“Mm, hello there,” she says, blowing a kiss over her shoulder.
“Hello. It looks like a vegetable slaughterhouse in here.”
She snickers. “Don’t worry. I can clean up as well as I can cook. I hope you like Asian food.”
“Me and Autumn are practically addicted to Chinese takeout, so that would be a yes.”
She winces just slightly at the mention of my daughter. It’s like we both know that we’re a secret Autumn can never find out about.
“Well, good. I’m a sucker for Chinese takeout, too. So maybe that’s something you and I can enjoy together?”
“As much as you like.” I kiss her neck and grab a beer from the fridge. “Anything I can do to help?”
“You can squeeze my fruit.”
“Again? I just squeezed it.” I look at her and she’s holding two tomatoes out in front of her.
“Which one of these feels softer?”
I press my fingers into the skin. “This one.” I point to the one on the left, and she sets the other one aside. “Got anything else that needs squeezing?”
She shakes her head. “Not at the moment. Maybe later.”
I catch a devilish smile as I stare at her beautiful profile, wondering what I would tell my former self if I could go back in time. Would I warn him that he’s going to fall for his daughter’s best friend, and if so, what would be the point of that warning?
It certainly wouldn’t be to change anything. In just the few days that Sutton has been here, I’ve not regretted a single thing. I just wish there wasn’t this complication: the little fact that she is my daughter’s best friend, and I have no idea how this will play out if Autumn finds out.
I’m standing in the living room, looking at a picture of me and Autumn from last summer, and I’m mentally inserting Sutton into the picture, thinking of the three of us as a family, wondering how that would work. Would Sutton sleep in my bed every night like I’d want? Or would she stay in her own room, suppressing her urges night after night.
“Do you have any chopsticks?” Sutton breaks me out of my own deep thoughts.
“In the buffet, top drawer on the left.”
I join her in the kitchen and see a huge bowl of noodles on the table, as well as two small bowls of egg drop soup.
; Sutton finds the long black box with Japanese characters down the front and sets it on the table. Inside are half a dozen wooden chopsticks, and she takes one out, examining it up close. “And here I was, expecting some cheap plastic thingies. These are really pretty.”
“I got them in Japan for Autumn,” I say, sitting across from Sutton. “When she was about ten, she became obsessed with Asian culture. First it was China, then it was Japan. She studied Kanji and listened to nothing but Asian pop.” Sutton lets out a soft laugh. “Oh, sorry. I guess you know all this, being her best friend and all.”
“Yeah, she got it from me. I was the original obsessor of Asian stuffs.”
“Oh, so you’re to blame for all those Chinese rap songs getting stuck in my head.”
She flashes a sarcastic smile. “You’re welcome.”
I hold back a smirk as she dives her chopsticks into the noodles. “It’s fine. I’m sure I can come up with some creative ways to say thank you.”
“Based on what I’ve seen so far, you’re nothing if not creative.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I wink at her. “This looks insanely delicious.”
“Thanks. I used to make it with my mom all the time.”
I flick my gaze at her, looking for a hint of sadness. But I don’t see one, thankfully. “I have a recipe for moo goo gai pan you might like.”
“Moo goo gai pan is only good with snow peas. I can’t stand it when restaurants leave them out.”
“They’re hard to find around here. They’re almost like a delicacy.”
“That’s no excuse.”
I let out a soft laugh, and when I look at her, all I see are these bright blue eyes and cheeky smile. I reach over and brush her cheek. “You have a killer smile. You should show that more often.”
She blushes and reaches over for her bowl of soup. “Long as I’m around you, I have plenty of reasons to smile.”
My heart swells with happiness. And then my phone chirps, and it’s Autumn’s ring tone. I nearly stumble out of my chair getting up to answer.
“Autumn, baby. How are you?”
