My Best Friend's Daddy (Forbidden Temptations)

by Sofia T Summers

  “Well, how about I sweeten the deal, then? I give you something now, that you can appreciate.” I paused deliberately to draw out the suspense. “Like my Harry Winston diamond earrings.”

  I could hear Rebecca’s swift intake of breath. She had always admired those earrings. They were a sweet sixteen present from my mom, and I was fond of them, but hey at the end of the day they were just objects. I was happy to give them up for the cause of getting to prove Simon and his band right about putting their faith in me, and moving my career forward.

  “Are you sure?” Rebecca asked.

  “Of course, I am! You’d look amazing in them. They’re all yours if you let us take your spot.”

  Thank God this was more of a hobby for Rebecca than a career. I was sure that if her actual career depended on it, she wouldn’t give up this gig, but this was just something fun for her. Under those circumstances, giving up the gig for a pair of beautiful earrings was entirely fair to her.

  “Sounds like a deal, then. I can get a gig another time, my cousin works there. No way he could squeeze in a random person even under my recommendation, but he can get me something next month.”

  That took a big weight off my chest. I was ambitious, sure, but I didn’t want to step on a friend of mine to get what I wanted. “I’m glad. Thanks so much, Rebecca.”

  “Glad I could help. I’ll be there for your band’s performance, you can hand me the earrings then.” I could hear her smile through the phone.

  “Deal.”

  I ended the call with Rebecca to text Simon and let him know the time and place for his band’s new gig.

  Holy shit, was his response. I grinned at the phone screen. Hell yes. He was learning just what kind of woman I was and what I could do for him and his band.

  Don’t be late, I texted him back. It was time for my career to take off.

  9

  Keith

  I couldn’t stop watching the video.

  I should have deleted it a thousand times over. I should never have watched it in the first place, to be honest. There was small comfort in the fact that I didn’t respond to Holly, didn’t encourage her—but it wasn’t was good as if I had responded and told her not to do that again.

  I should have blocked her number. I should have told her that was inappropriate and wouldn’t be allowed. And I definitely shouldn’t have watched the damn thing.

  But I had watched it, and now here I was, my mouth dry as the desert.

  She was so sexy. The lingerie was gorgeous, and I wanted to rip it off her. With my teeth. The way her body moved was sensual and in full command of herself, her confidence as arousing as the actual moves she was making.

  How had she become so confident and brazen? The sheer audacity to create and send me that video had me hard and aching in my pants.

  “Dad?”

  Dawn entered my study and I jumped in surprise, quickly closing out of the video on my phone and shoving the device into my pocket. “Hey, honey, what’s up? You sticking around for dinner tonight?”

  “Yeah. Holly invited me out to see that band again, but I’m too tired.”

  “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but it’s Saturday, you sure you don’t want to relax and have some fun? You can sleep in tomorrow, I’ll make pancakes.”

  Dawn smiled fondly at me. “I’ll still take you up on the pancakes but I’m just too tired. I had to work two shifts back to back to cover a coworker so I’m completely beat.”

  “That’s valid. I appreciate you being so responsible. I just want you to remember life isn’t all about work, okay? I want you to relax too.”

  “I will.”

  Dawn had taken on an internship in one of the local public health offices to get more experience before she went to medical school in the fall. I was so proud of her, but I did worry she was overloading herself and getting too serious. If I could give her some of Holly’s carefree nature and give Holly some of Dawn’s sense of responsibility, I’d feel a lot more relaxed.

  Speaking of Holly… aside from the feeling that I was a monster for watching that video, the images burned into my brain, I couldn’t get the fact out of my mind that she was going to be out tonight, with that band again.

  All through dinner, jealousy burned quietly in my gut. I knew that it was a good thing, objectively. She should set her sights on someone her age, and she shouldn’t waste her time with an old pervert like me.

  But logic wasn’t appealing to me right now. It wasn’t stopping the need to find her and make her mine, make it so that she would never even consider another man. God, it was stupid. She was making it so fucking obvious that she wanted me and here I was still panicked that she would find someone else—even though that was exactly what she should be doing, and I should be telling her to do.

  It was a whole mess in my head. I hadn’t felt this turned around about someone since I was a teenager. Maybe not even then.

  Dawn went up to her room right after dinner to watch an episode of TV before she went to sleep. I quickly pulled out my phone and researched where this band would be playing. I was lucky to have caught the name of the band the other night when I’d gone to the bar.

  It didn’t take long for me to find out where they were playing. Of course, they were advertising it everywhere, why wouldn’t they? They needed to get people to come and see them.

  I changed into a more casual outfit, changed out, took a shower, changed again, checked on Dawn. She was passed out, asleep.

  I knew that I shouldn’t do this. I knew that I should stay home, I should just spend the night reading a book or something, but…

  Fuck. I couldn’t handle the idea of Holly flirting with that other man, possibly even sleeping with him. My desire for her and my possessiveness overrode my common sense, and next thing I knew, I was driving out to the bar.

  You’re just going to check on her, I told myself as I drove over.

  Even in my head, that sounded like a dumbass excuse. I knew why I was really driving out there. I knew what was probably going to happen when I got there, when I saw Holly.

  When I got my hands on her.

  The band was already playing by the time I pulled up. That was a good thing, it meant the singer had been busy setting up and wouldn’t have time for a quickie beforehand. It was once the band stopped playing that the trouble started. And I fully intended to get to Holly before that happened and he could make a play.

  The dance floor was crowded, and it took me a minute to find her, weaving through the crowd, trying to see over the heads of the shorter people. I had a feeling she’d be near the front of the stage, like she was last time, and it was a theory that paid off when I found her.

  Some drunk asshole tried to get behind her to grind up on her, and the only thing that felt stronger than my possessiveness was the pleasure that sank through me when I saw Holly angrily push him away. The fucker tried to move after her, follow her through the crowd, so I didn’t hesitate—I grabbed him by the collar and firmly yanked him back.

  “She said no,” I snapped, shaking him a little. The guy went pale, and I didn’t give him a chance to recover—I moved through the throng of dancers to find Holly.

  I meant just to touch her hip to get her attention since I doubted she’d be able to hear me over the crowd, but then she jumped and turned—and melted when she saw it was me.

  Every reason that I had not to do this went out the window as I held her in my arms. I wanted her so fucking badly, and she wanted me, and that was all that mattered. I pushed her into the office marked ‘Employees Only.’

  I had never done something this reckless—not only in having sex with someone half my age, the daughter of my best friend, the friend of my daughter—but also by having sex in such a public location.

  Before I could fuck her, and oh did I intend to fuck her, I had to know how she tasted. I wanted to ruin her for all other men, I wanted to show her exactly what kind of man I was and how I could bring her pleasure no other man possibl
y could. Her moans and sighs as I ate her out, as I dove my tongue into her, were intoxicating. I couldn’t wait to make her even louder—to make her scream for me.

  Holly pulled me up to her, her legs shaking with the aftereffects of her orgasm. I fucking loved it. I wondered, given the almost shocked look on her face, if any other man had ever eaten her out before. Probably not. There were far too many stupid boys out there who didn’t think to please their women that way.

  Good thing I was here. I was going to show her the goddamn gold standard.

  I spared a moment to lament that I couldn’t really get her completely naked this time, and instead just shoved the skirt of her dress up and then yanked the top of it aside so that I could get at her luscious breasts. Fuck, yes, they were amazing, perfect in my hands and against my lips.

  Holly moaned as I licked at her nipple, swirled my tongue around it, and then sucked on it. “I knew—I knew you’d be good with your hands, but your mouth…”

  She moaned again and I couldn’t help the wicked grin that stole over my face. “Did you daydream about my fingers? Hmm?”

  “Yes, yes,” she moaned again. I traced my fingertips along her thighs and stomach and she whimpered. “I knew you’d drive me wild with them, I touched myself thinking of you, always thinking of you, Keith…”

  I loved the naughty way she said Dr. Fletcher, but I was quickly becoming addicted to how she said my first name as well. She’d never used it, always so polite, and hearing her say it now was getting me so hard I could barely function. All of the blood was rushing straight from my brain down south.

  “Do you want those fingers inside you?” I teased her. I kept kissing along her breasts as I stroked her with my fingers along her thighs, her stomach, everywhere except where I knew she really wanted me.

  Holly bit her lip. “You know I do.”

  “Then beg me.”

  She moaned, shivering with delight. “Please, please, I want it so badly, I want you so badly, I want your fingers inside me, I want you taking control of me…”

  Oh, I had every intention of doing that.

  Because she begged so very nicely, I finally slid my fingers into her, stroking through her folds, getting her nice and wet again so that I could slide two of them right in.

  I curled them, searching, finding exactly the right angle, following the pitch of her moans so that I knew what to do. I wanted to learn her body, figure out the perfect way to get her to clench around me and gasp with pleasure, and soon I had her writhing on my fingers.

  “Keith…” she moaned. Fuck, she was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. “Keith, yes, yes, there, please!”

  I didn’t want her to come again, not just yet, although it was tempting. I wanted her to be desperate, to want me so badly she couldn’t even think straight. I added a third finger, just to be sure. She was so tight, I had to be careful. I would never want to hurt her.

  She kept clenching around me, like she was trying to keep me inside of her, and I kissed all over that gorgeous warm skin. “You need to relax, sweetheart,” I warned her. “Or I’ll never be able to fuck you. And that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  I kept away from her clit and worked on scissoring my fingers to get her nice and open for me, even as Holly continued to squirm. It had clearly been a while since she’d last had sex and I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any pain or discomfort. I wanted to be able to sink my cock into her in one, smooth glide.

  Already, being with Holly felt so much better than being with any of the other, more experienced women I was used to. I wasn’t sure what it was. Holly certainly didn’t lack for confidence in this area. She had come after me with single-minded determination and I couldn’t help but admire it. It was damn sexy.

  But the way she responded to me now, it was as if it was her first time. Every reaction felt like she was shocked by it, surprised by how good it felt. I was so used to experienced women, women who knew that all they could expect from me was some fun, some wining and dining, and some sex before I moved on, and this was completely different. Those other women had a ton of sex before and were very good at it, always knew what they were doing, how to please me, but it was so… there was no novelty to it.

  Something about Holly ensured novelty. She reacted perfectly. I could already feel myself getting harder and wanting her more than I had ever wanted another woman before.

  At last, I pulled my fingers out and stood up, undoing my pants. My cock throbbed as I drew it out and stroked it a couple of times. Holly moaned and licked her lips, staring at it like she was starving.

  “You want to suck on this?” I asked, teasing her. The very idea of her putting that gorgeous mouth around my cock had me spurting a little.

  Holly whimpered. “Yes.”

  “Mm, maybe another time.” Right now, I wanted to be inside her. I had teased her, kept her on the edge, for long enough. Now it was time for me to show her what a proper fucking looked like.

  I didn’t know how many men she’d been with, but I was sure she’d attracted dozens of them. With those sexy dance moves, her confidence, her flirtatious nature—how could she not? She was the woman in the room that every man wanted to have.

  I was determined to show her that I was better than all of them. My jealousy was unusual, but I just had the bone-deep belief that I could take care of her, and protect her, better than anyone else. I could be her man. But I had to show her, first.

  Taking my cock in hand, I parted her legs and began to slide inside of her. God, fuck, yes, she was so tight and hot, soft and just—pure perfection. I groaned in ecstasy, my entire body on fire as I continued to push into her.

  I was entirely lost in the feel of her. I pulled out a bit and thrust back in, just shallow, slow movements, to help work her open that last bit. I wanted to go inside of her to the hilt, but she tightened back around me, clenching as I entered her, and so I wanted to be careful.

  “You’re so fucking perfect,” I told her with a moan, slowly fucking my way into her. “Relax for me, sweetheart, you’re going to be divine.”

  She loosened up a bit for me, but there was still something tight, something off—

  I slid into her all the way, my hips flush against hers, and I felt myself pushing through a final barrier. I paused, realizing—

  My assumptions had been all wrong. I knew what that felt like, because I’d felt it with my first girlfriend way back in the day, when I’d popped her cherry.

  Holly hadn’t been with anyone else. Her reactions were genuine surprise and pleasure because she’d never been with a guy, she was a virgin. And I was her first. I was taking her virginity right now.

  Another groan reverberated up through my chest. This was so wrong. I was corrupting her, she was too young, too innocent for me, but fuck if it didn’t feel so right, if it didn’t feel intoxicating. I wanted her even more now, knowing that I was her first.

  Her first and her only, a savage part of me whispered in the back of my mind. I wanted to be the only man that she ever had, the only man who made her this wild, who drove her to such heights of pleasure, who got to indulge in her amazing, beautiful body.

  I pulled out until only the tip of my cock was inside of her. “You ready, sweetheart?” I growled.

  Holly bit her lip and nodded. “Please, Keith, fuck me!”

  And oh, I was going to.

  10

  Holly

  Keith slammed his cock into me, and I screamed with euphoria. He was relentless, fucking me like a machine. I writhed on his cock, gasps and moans flying from my lips. I dug my fingers into the wood of the desk, trying to find some way to hold on. It felt so unbearably good.

  He was truly making sure that I never wanted to be with anyone else ever again. He fucked me so hard, so fast, so well, finding the perfect spot each time, that I felt like I was being driven out of my mind with pleasure.

  All I could do was gasp yes and there and
his name as Keith continued to fuck me. I wanted to scream. I hadn’t known that such pleasure was even possible. But then Keith clapped his hand over my mouth.

  “Can’t have you alerting everyone what’s going on in here,” he warned.

  The music would probably cover up most of it, but if I really started screaming his name the way I wanted to, there had to be at least a few people who would overhear, that was true. And while I had nothing to be ashamed of, I didn’t want other people to get in on the action. This was just between us.

  Keith’s hand over my mouth somehow made all of this more sensual. I moaned loudly against his hand, enjoying the way that my sounds were muffled by his touch. I began to arch my hips and push back into his cock as he thrust into me. It was so much, so much. More than my fingers, more than anything else I’d ever experienced.

  I felt overwhelmed, but in the best way. My body was singing with pleasure, more pleasure than I knew what to do with, and so I just writhed and strained. All I knew was that I wanted more of it. I was already addicted to this feeling, to having Keith inside of me. It was better than all of my imaginings, better than I had ever dreamed. How could I possibly give this up now that I had it?

  I wanted him to fuck me like this all day every day. He fucked me so hard, so fast, like he was trying to completely bring me to Nirvana, like he wanted to make me mindless with desire and ecstasy. He was already halfway to succeeding.

  “Gonna fuck you so good,” Keith promised me. “I’ll show you what it’s like, you’ll never even think about flirting with anyone else…”

  I moaned underneath his hand. Yes. I never thought about anyone else, even before now—I wanted to tell him, but this didn’t really feel like the time, in the middle of a hot, passionate fucking, for a love confession. But oh, how I wanted him to know that it had always been him, it had always been Keith.