I pressed my lips together, bucking my hips back and forth and meeting his. I didn’t want to admit it out loud. I didn’t want to tell him that I had been thinking about fucking him for years now.
“Do you think about me?” he asked, steadying his thrusts. When I clenched on him, he chuckled. “You do.” He paused for a moment, his fingers moving faster against my clit. “I bet you think about me when Mason fucks you.”
My pussy tightened even harder.
“Mr. Bryne …”
“I think about you,” he said, and it was enough to tip me over the edge. “I’ve been thinking about what it would feel like to be inside of you for longer than I should admit.”
Ecstasy exploded through me.
“I think about you,” I said breathlessly. “Every night … every fucking night.” My legs and arms tingled. “Every night when Mason goes to bed, I rub my pussy and imagine you inside of me.”
He plunged into me, lifting my leg and giving himself better access.
“I imagine you sucking on my tits, your hands roaming all over my body. I think about … about …”
“About what, Mia?”
“About you coming inside me.”
Mr. Bryne tensed behind me, groaning loudly into my ear. He pulled his cock out of me, pushed me onto my chest, and pressed his cock against my ass. When I felt his warm cum squirt out on me, I curled my toes. God, this couldn’t be real.
After a few moments, his body relaxed behind me, but he didn’t fall asleep, like Mason always did. Instead, he brushed his fingers against my hip bone in small, smoothing circles and breathed deeply into my ear.
Something about it was so calming even though it really shouldn’t be.
He grasped my hip, fingers digging into it lightly, and hopped up, grabbing a paper towel from the kitchen and wiping his cum off my ass and then throwing it away.
When he came back into the room, swinging my shorts around in his hand, I stood up and pulled my underwear up my thighs.
“Well …” I started. The moonlight flooded in through the window, hitting his face almost perfectly. I could see almost every sharp feature of his face—from his jaw to his piercing gray eyes. I readjusted myself and looked at him. “Um … thank you?” Those were the only damn words that came out of my mouth. Because … well … what was I supposed to say to my best friend’s father after he had given me the best sex of my entire life?
“You shouldn’t have to thank a man for pleasing you,” he said, handing me my shorts. Though I expected to see a lightness in his eyes, there was nothing but pure seriousness.
I peered at the ground, taking a deep breath, then looked back up at him. I didn’t want to see Mason after that—my guilty conscience hadn’t set in yet—but I couldn’t go back into Melissa’s room without an excuse, without her asking me a million and one questions about where I had been.
“Can you… uhm, bring me back to Mason’s?” I asked nervously.
“So you can lie in his bed, feeling satisfied for once?” He laughed lifelessly. “No.”
“I can’t go back into Melissa’s room,” I said, voice hushed. “She’s going to ask what I was doing and why I ignored her. What am I supposed to tell her? That I just slept with her father?”
He smirked at me, his eyes playful again. “You could.”
“No.” I sucked my lip between my teeth. “Please …”
“It’s almost three in the morning,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “You either go back into my daughter’s room and act like I didn’t just fuck your pussy raw or you come lie down in my room and I’ll do it again.”
I gulped. Again? He wanted to do it again?Iwanted to do it again too … but I couldn’t. I couldn’t allow myself to do it again, no matter how much I wanted it.
“Good night,” I said to him, hurrying toward Melissa’s room before I changed my mind. I quietly opened the door, hoping that she wasn’t awake and that she wouldn’t wake up.
CHAPTER7
MIA
“Mia,” Melissa said from her bed, her voice sleepy.
