My Boyfriend's Dad

by Amy Brent

  He didn’t break it, but he did do a fun little number on it nonetheless.

  I found myself in front of her door at six o’clock. I didn’t even go home to change out of my work suit. I raised my fist and knocked on the door, furrowing my brow at the sound of heels clicking along her floor.

  When she opened the door, I was stunned by her.

  Kylie looked gorgeous. The crimson dress she donned hugged every part of her body my hands and lips had missed. Her beautiful hair tumbled down her back, framing her face and drawing my eyes to her crimson lips. The smell of food wafting from her kitchen made me move, but it was her beauty that made me gravitate straight to her. I knew I needed to approach with caution, but I wanted to press my lips against the pillowy, crimson softness of her pout.

  “You look stunning,” I said as my hand fell to her hip.

  Her eyes danced between mine as she rose up and planted a kiss on my cheek.

  “Come on in. I’m almost done cooking,” she said.

  “You’re cooking in that outfit?”

  “A woman can multitask, believe it or not.”

  “Looking beautiful and cooking a delectable dinner. I’d say she can.”

  I looked around her apartment and my eyes fell to the small kitchen table nestled in the corner. I didn’t remember that particular piece of furniture being there Monday evening. Candles flickered on the table and two long-stemmed wineglasses were filled with a liquid that matched her entire outfit.

  Kylie had gone above and beyond for what was apparently going to be an eventful evening.

  “What’s for dinner?” I asked.

  “Chili-lime steak with roasted vegetables and fruit with fondue for dessert,” she said.

  She picked up two plates and carried them over to the table.

  “It smells delicious,” I said.

  “And hopefully it tastes as good. Come, sit down with me.”

  “What’s all this about?” I asked as I pulled out her chair.

  She smiled up at me as I circled around, sitting in front of her and watching as the candlelight danced upon her features.

  “First, I want to apologize,” she said. “I didn’t handle Monday the way I needed to, despite my intentions for the evening. I still don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to put the two of you in the same room, but I think I convinced myself that having the conversation once was akin to ripping off the Band-Aid quickly.”

  “I don’t hold you responsible for what happened, Kylie.”

  Her eyes fluttered up to meet mine before she grabbed her wineglass. Her lips wrapped around the edge of it, drawing my gaze to them. I wondered if she had kissed me on the cheek for a reason. Maybe this was a letdown dinner. But the tailored decadence of it all and the outfit she was wearing… Kylie was a smart woman. She knew what she was doing to me by wearing something that salacious.

  “Your nose doesn’t look broken,” she said as she set her wineglass down.

  “Adam didn’t break it,” I said. “Merely drew a bit of blood.”

  “A lot of blood,” she said.

  “I’m sorry if I frightened you that night.”

  “You weren’t the one who scared me.”

  I nodded my head and waited for her to proceed.

  “With all of that out of the way, however, I want you to know that what I said that night still stands. I’m in love with you, Ryan. Hopelessly. And I told that to Adam this week.”

  “You what?” I asked.

  “I called him Wednesday to ask if we could talk. I wanted a second chance at sitting down with him and talking with him the way I should have in the first place. And I told him everything. How I felt. How we came about. How none of what blossomed between us kicked up during my relationship with him.”

  “How did he respond? Are you all right?” I asked.

  She smiled at me and shook her head as her foot slid against mine underneath the table.

  “I’m okay,” Kylie said. “I’m very okay actually. Adam and I had an honest talk. I found out that part of the reason why he was doing all this in the first place was out of jealousy. He saw how happy you make me, and with that he saw how happy he couldn't make me. And I could understand that. Then, after telling me he would support our relationship, we split the check, parted ways, and he told me if I ever needed a friend, he would be there as one.”

  “He didn’t yell at you?” I asked.

  “Not once.”

  “And he didn’t scare you in any way?”

  “Not even kind of.”

  “Good. Because if he ever does that again to the woman I love, he won’t be contending with his father. He’ll be contending with your protector.”

  Her lips parted in shock, and I lifted my wineglass. I waited for her to snap out of her trance before she grabbed hers and held it in the air. Her hand trembled, and she studied me from beyond her glass. I slid my toe up the bare skin of her ankle, feeling her press her leg deeper against mine.

  My sweet, sweet Kylie.

  She was finally all mine.

  “To new beginnings and many more dinners to come. I love you, Kylie.”

  “I love you, too, Ryan.”

  We clinked our glasses and began to eat.

  The food was delicious, and I made sure to praise her for it. The spices and the seasoning on the steak were incredible, and she had cooked it to a perfect medium rare state. We easily drained the bottle of wine as we filled our stomachs with food. Then the two of us moved to the couch with our glasses.

  “Care for some fondue?” Kylie asked.

  “Do I get you in the process?” I asked.

  She giggled as she lifted herself from the couch, but I was being serious. I turned and watched her walk away, taking all of her in at once: the sway of her hips, the dip in her waist, the way her hair fluttered behind her while she walked, the way her heels flexed her ass and made me want to take a bite out of her. She bent down out of view before pulling a small fondue set out of the oven. She brought it over before backtracking again, then pulled a small tray of fruit out of her refrigerator. Every time she bent over, my cock pulsed to life. Every time I caught a whiff of her fruity body spray, it sent my body into overdrive.

  She set the fruit down and moved beside me, but my hands reached out for her hips and pulled her into my lap.

  “Ryan!” she said with a squeal.

  I wrapped my arms around her before I leaned up, plucking a piece of melon from the plate.

  “Why don’t we try this chocolate first?” I asked.

  I dipped it into the warmed sauce before bringing it to Kylie’s lips. She looked at me from beyond my fingertips before she wrapped her warm pout around the fruit. She took it all in at once—a motion that set my soul on fire for her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she began to chew, and I drew my fingers back to suck the excess chocolate off them.

  “Mmm, you have to try one,” she said.

  “One more. Then I’ll try it. I promise,” I said.

  I reached for a small strawberry and dipped it in the white chocolate. But before I brought it to her lips, I dragged the chocolate over her bare chest. She hissed at the warmth of the sauce before I slid it up her neck, watching as her head fell to the side. I placed the strawberry against her lips, watching those crimson pillows part to take a bite.

  And a drop of juice made its way down her chin

  “Looks like we made a mess,” I said.

  She moaned while she chewed as my lips reached up to her chin.

  “Ryan,” she said breathlessly, “you said you’d try some.”

  “Trust me,” I said as my lips followed the trail of chocolate. “I am. But I never promised you could feed it to me.”

  I latched my lips onto her chest and felt her press her breasts against my body. I lapped at the chocolate, feeling her roll and grind against my body. Her hands tangled in my hair. Her pussy heated against me. My tongue swirled along the hardening candy as moans fell from her lips. And I knew in that m
oment how I wanted to eat my dessert. I dipped her back to the couch as my hands pushed up her dress. I kissed up her neck and tasted the strawberry juice upon her skin as my cock leaked against my pants.

  I wanted her, needed her in a way I had never needed a woman in my life.

  “How will you eat dessert?”

  The whispered question gave me pause as my eyes connected with Kylie’s.

  “Off your body of course.”

  As her eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement, I hovered over her before capturing those sweet crimson lips with mine.

  Ryan

  Ryan’s process of undressing me and getting me naked was all a blur. The dominance of his kiss sucked me under, and it wasn’t until the fondue chocolate dribbled over my tits that I came back to life. I gasped for air, my body pulsing with desire for Ryan. He trailed the chocolate everywhere—across my tits, dripped it onto my puckered nipples, pooled it into my belly button.

  Allowed it to drip down my slit.

  He stood from the couch and surveyed his work. His coat slid from his shoulder, hitting the ground at his feet. I couldn't take my eyes off him. With every piece of clothing that fell to the floor, he licked his lips a little harder. His cock grew a little thicker. Each pebbled muscle that revealed itself to me made my core a little wetter for him. His throbbing thighs connected with his washboard abs that trickled into a broad, chiseled chest that flushed with want for me. His eyes devoured me. He looked me up and down as if I were his prey. He was a predator on the loose in my apartment, and he was eyeing me for dinner.

  Well, dessert.

  He knelt beside me, his hand sliding underneath my head. He raised my lips to his in a gentle kiss as his free hand slid along the outline of my curves. The second our tongues collided, fireworks burst in my vision. My heart fluttered in my chest and my skin rippled with delight.

  “I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

  He pulled back and smiled down at me. It was a calm, gentle smile that highlighted his eyes and made his stern jawline look positively radiant.

  “I love you, too, Kylie. And I intend on showing you just how much.”

  He reached for a strawberry before his hand fell between my legs. He spread my thighs, and my eyes widened as I watched him work. I felt him dip the strawberry between my folds, coating it in my juices before bringing it to his lips. My mind spun out of control as he savored me on the piece of fruit, groaning and humming as if he were eating the best delicacy in the world.

  “So much better than that plain old chocolate,” he said.

  I shivered at how low his voice rumbled.

  He grabbed another strawberry, but this time he didn’t eat it. He parted my folds with his thumb and slid it straight into my entrance. It sat there, being squeezed by my fluttering pussy walls as juices dripped down my ass crack.

  “Ryan?” I asked breathlessly.

  Then his lips covered my belly button. He feasted on the chocolate that coated my body. I bucked into him, feeling the strawberry juice flood my pussy and my ass. His lips made their way up my stomach, causing me to dart and shiver as he ate his fill of the sweetened goodness. His lips wrapped around my nipples, licking at my engorged peaks until they glistened with his saliva. Then he trailed up my neck, cleaning the divots of my collarbone as I trembled for him.

  “Ryan, I can’t take it.”

  “Oh, how I love your sounds,” he said.

  His voice shook my rib cage as he climbed onto the couch. He sank between my legs, pulling my pussy to his mouth. He dipped to my entrance and sucked the strawberry from my body. Nothing but pulp remained, and his tongue quickly started cleaning me up.

  “Oh, shit!” I exclaimed.

  I felt him smile into my body. His tongue dropped into areas no man had ever touched. It inched down my ass crack, licking up the juices before rimming my puckered hole. He slid his tongue in ever so slightly, sending my thighs shivering around his face. I ground into him, losing all control of my body as his hands curved into my thighs.

  “Ryan, please. Oh shit. Make me come. I need it. I need you. Fuck, yes.”

  His tongue slid all the way up my ass crack, all the way up my slit. Then it pressed into my clit and made me soar for the heavens. He flicked my clit and sucked it. He fisted the excess of my hips and buried his face into my body. My hands curled into his hair, pulling him closer than I ever thought possible. My hips lifted off the bed as my back arched, and I tumbled over the edge in sheer pleasure as white-hot fire burned through my core.

  “Yes, Ryan! Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, please!”

  His tongue lapped deeply as he coaxed me through my orgasm. I rolled into him until my body collapsed, my chest heaving. He kissed the insides of my thighs and licked my folds clean. He sucked on them, pulling up goose bumps across my skin before hovering over my body. My eyes fell closed. I couldn’t physically hold them open.

  But when I felt his lips press to mine, I found the strength to wrap myself around him.

  He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. He knelt on the bed and eased my shaking body down, kissing every open inch of skin he could. He rolled me over onto my stomach and pressed kisses into my back. He went up and down the divots of my spine until I was salaciously grinding against my mattress. His knee pressed between my legs. He opened me up as my juices dripped onto my sheets. He nibbled on my neck as he dipped between my legs, his cock sliding between the folds of my pussy.

  “You were made for me,” he said in my ear.

  I turned my face to look at him as his cock found my entrance.

  “Make love to me, Ryan,” I said desperately. “And stay with me tonight.”

  Then, without another word, he inched his way into my pulsing heat.

  He slid his hands along my arms, finding my fingers before he laced them with his. He rolled into me as I lay there, comfortable against the mattress. Every ounce of work, he did. His muscles twitched against my skin, bringing me to heights that spun my head and left me speechless. I rose to my knees, pressing into him as our form slowly changed. His chest lifted from my back and his hands left mine, and soon he was pounding into me from behind as my name dripped from his lips.

  “Kylie. Shit. I love your body, your sounds. You. I want you every night, just like this. Taking me in just like this.”

  “I’m yours, Ryan. Forever yours.”

  He fell against my back and peppered it with kisses before he pulled out. He took me in every position I could think of that night: against the wall, over the bed, in his lap, bent over the chair in my room. He took me until my voice was hoarse from crying out his name, until my legs ached with so many orgasms I knew they wouldn’t be able to function the next morning.

  “Ryan, I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t anymore,” I said breathlessly.

  “One last time,” he said. “Let me feel you one last time, love.”

  His hands threaded into mine and his face fell into the crook of my neck. I lay there, his body dripping sweat onto mine as my aching pussy fluttered around him. It hurt, and it felt wonderful. I ached, and yet I begged for more. His pleasure hurt in all the best ways, and the only smell I wanted to fill my nostrils was the smell of his cum mixed with mine. I bucked my hips against his, feeling him snap his hips. His tightly wound curls raked against a sore clit that was still desperate for more.

  “The things you do to me,” I said in a whisper. “I can’t comprehend it.”

  Then he did the one thing he knew would throw me over the edge altogether.

  He slid his arm underneath my hips and cocked them at an angle. And in an instant, my body gave it up. It gave Ryan exactly what he wanted as I spiraled into an oblivion that forced the breath from my lungs. I didn’t know what orgasm this was. I’d lost count at four. But as I trembled and gasped and choked out his name, my mind went blank except for one thing.

  One word.

  One name.

  “Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan.”

  He grun
ted above me, filling me for the third time. His juices sprayed from between my legs immediately, having nowhere else to go. My body was filled with him, overflowing with him. As he collapsed on top of me in our sweaty, cum-covered mess, I somehow found the strength to wrap my arms around him. I kissed the side of his face as my body fell limp against my bed. We were soaked with our sweat and coated in our arousal as we panted in unison. I felt his heart racing against my chest. Then he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, pulled out from between my legs, and fell to the side, moving my body with his.

  I found my leg between his and my sweating head planted in the middle of his chest.

  “I love you,” he said.

  I reached up and kissed his jawline before I settled my cheek against his shoulder.

  “Will you stay with me tonight?” I asked.

  He peered down at me as a mischievous grin spread across his cheeks.

  “Will you stay with me forever?” he asked.

  Tears rushed my eyes as I molded myself to him, pressing deeper into the strength and protection of his body.

  Forever. A future. A life. A partner. I’d found all of that in Ryan Tucker. I’d found all of it in the most incredible and unimaginable place. The only way I knew how to answer his question was to nod, to roll myself on top of him and kiss his lips, to trail those kisses down his body before pulling his cock into my mouth.

  Because for some reason, a simple yes didn’t seem to cut it.

  A simple yes didn’t seem to communicate the entire life I planned on spending next to his side. As I brought him to one last height and swallowed him down, I pressed my head against his stomach as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  “I love you too,” I said.

  Then I fell against his sleeping form, dreaming of the life the two of us would carve out together.

  Epilogue

  Ryan

  Nine Months Later

  “Are we really going to be that couple who celebrates a nine-month anniversary?” Kylie asked.