Her hands tightened in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. The pain felt good. I wanted her mark all over me, just like I wanted to cover her with my mark…with my cum.
Her loud and long groan pierced the room as her body arched and her cunt soaked my comforter. Her juices splashed against my lips and tongue, and I groaned at her delicious taste. Pleasure exploded deep inside me, surprising me as I soaked the front of my jeans. I’d never come just from giving another woman pleasure before. I hadn’t ejaculated prematurely since I was a pimple-faced teen, actually. But this was the effect that Dina had on me.
I kissed my way up her quivering belly before my mouth covered hers. We kissed passionately, and she moaned when she tasted herself on my tongue.
I pulled back reluctantly, looking down at Dina with her hair even more wild and her lipstick smudged off. Sweat lined her brow. She looked fucking beautiful and thoroughly pleasured. A deep emotion hit me square in the chest, and I swallowed hard at the lump in my throat.
“Dina. I–”
The doorknob jiggled before a small knock sounded on the door. Our heads whipped around in surprise.
“Dad?”
Fuck!
“Dad, are you in there?”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” I called out, hoping she didn’t find my raspy voice weird. Thank God she didn’t just open my door. “I, uh, spilled something on my pants. I’m just changing.”
“Oh. Okay, sorry. Do you know if we have any more ginger beer?”
I cleared my throat. Beneath me, I felt Dina’s body tense in discomfort. “Yeah. Check the big fridge in the garage.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
We remained frozen as we heard Lucy’s footsteps move away from my door and back down the hall.
Clarity hit me first, closely followed by shame. My daughter. My eighteen-year-old daughter almost caught me. With her eighteen-year-old best friend.
“Fuck!” I pulled back, wincing at the feel of my wet jeans. At least that part wasn’t a lie. Ihadspilled something.
I raked a shaky hand through my hair. “What am I doing? I can’t fucking do this.”
I heard Dina’s breath hitch, and I closed my eyes at the hurt I knew was brimming in her gaze. “Dina, I'm–”
“It’s fine,” she snapped, sitting up and yanking up her underwear. “It’s already forgotten.”
“I’m sorry.” I stood up awkwardly. “That was a mistake. It…it shouldn’t have happened.”
Those words tasted like ash in my mouth. I much preferred the taste of her pussy instead.
“I said it’s fine.” She jumped off the bed, straightening her top and avoiding my gaze. “Goodbye, Mr Thomas. Have a safe trip to the city.”
Her voice broke slightly at the end, and I reached out instinctively to try and comfort her. My soul protested at leaving her hurt. But I didn’t get the chance to hold her one more time. She quickly crossed to my door before opening and slamming it shut behind her.
Fuck.
Chapter 3
Michael
“Michael.”
I turned from my desk when I heard my name. Roman Drake, a chemistry teacher, was leaning on the jamb of my open door. He had an intense look on his face, but in the short time I’d come to know him, I realized that that was his whole vibe. Intense. Serious and focused.
“Hey, man, how’s it going?”
He nodded at me, his face impassive. “Are we still on for tonight?”
