“How many times has he made you come since the other night?”
I placed my glass on a side table and crossed my arms over my chest. “The other night that you are referring to was over a week ago.” And, yes, I had been thinking about him every time I finished myself off after Mason and I had sex. It was beyond wrong, but … I couldn’t help myself.
“So, he hasn’t at all.” He took another sip of his wine and nodded, his muscles rippling. “Didn’t expect a big performance from him.”
I turned around on my heel, looking directly at him for the first time since we had made it upstairs. God, how the fuck was his body so nice? He was Melissa’s father, for fuck’s sake; he shouldn’t look like—
He smirked down at me and nodded to the window. I turned back, gazing outside at Mason, and felt his body heat so much closer to mine.
“Maybe …” His fingers grazed against my hip. “Maybe I should show Mason how to please you.”
“No,” I said, trying to keep my breathing steady. “We can’t do it again.”
“It wouldn’t take long to get you screaming.”
“Mr. Bryne, we can’t.”
He tugged on the bottom string of my bikini top. It came undone, and my tits bounced out of it. “Oops.”
I grabbed the string, desperate to tie it before anyone saw. “Oops? Oops? That’s all you have to say?”
Mr. Bryne undid the top string and let it fall completely down. He stepped closer to me. “Why don’t you take it off, Mia?” He took the bottom string from my hand and tugged on it once again, undoing everything I had just done to keep myself covered. “You look better without it.”
In one swoop, he tore the bikini off of me and tossed it to the side. Then, he pushed my body against the glass door, making me press my breasts into it. “Mia, on display for all of her friends to see.” He smirked against my neck. “Too bad it’s still daylight. Your boyfriend can’t actually see into the window and see what a good time really looks like.”
“Mr. Bryne … they can still …” I closed my eyes when he plunged his fingers into my bikini bottoms.
“They can still what?”
“Still … see …” I said quietly.
He skimmed his nose against my ear, fingers moving in quick circles. “They won’t be able to see you, Mia … but that doesn’t mean they won’t be able to hear every time I make you scream.” He cupped my chin in his hand and roughly brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.
I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe it one bit. They would see me,andthey would hear me.
Standing naked in front of a glass door, staring down at all of my friends and boyfriend, being fucked by Mr. Bryne … God, it was fucking wrong … but I hadn’t stopped thinking about last time.
When he spilled water all over my tiny white tank top so he could finally see my tits. When he thrust into my pussy as his daughter and my best friend walked right into the room. When he made me come so many times that I lost count.
“Your pussy is getting so wet for me,” he said. He pushed his hips against mine from behind, letting me feel his stiffness poking through his swim trunks. “How many times have you touched your pussy while thinking about me?”
He slid his finger between my folds and pushed it inside. I whimpered, clenching on his fingers.
“How many times, Mia?”
“None.”
His fingers moved faster inside of me, pumping in and out of my pussy wildly. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock behind me. I gripped him through his shorts, moving my hand up and down.
“You haven’t thought about my cock inside of you?”
Oh, God, help me.
Everyone outside was splashing around in the water and relaxing, and here I was, getting finger-fucked by my best friend’s dad.
Heat warmed my pussy, and I tightened on him. So close to coming undone.
“Once? Twice?”
