I Slept With My Best Friend's Dad For Revenge

Chapter 3

I shrugged. "Why not? You're single, and I'm eighteen, and on birth control and I know how to keep a secret."

"You're also my daughter's best friend."

"Yeah," I nodded, "and in three months, we're going to graduate and go to schools on opposite ends of the state." Pulling my wrist out of his grip, I sat on the bed and leaned closer to him, letting the bodice of my nightgown tighten against my breasts.

"Look, I might be young, but I'm not naïve – my friendship with Susan has an expiration date, and it's coming up fast. We're going to grow apart in college, and after this summer, you will probably never have to see me again."

"So," I brought my hand up to smooth down a sleep-tousled lock of his hair, "again, why not? I'll get some good d**k for once, you'll get some no-strings-attached p***y, and in a couple months we part ways with no one the wiser."

"Susan-" The moment of uncertainty in his eyes was all I needed to spur me on.

"-will never have to know. Seriously, I don't want her to find out about this any more than you do." All I really wanted was the secret satisfaction of knowing what I'd done behind her back. There'd be some nuclear fallout if she ever found out the truth.

Leaning over him, I let my hair slip off of my shoulder and brush against his chest. "Look, you could say no. You could send me back upstairs, and tomorrow both of us could pretend that this never happened."

"Or," I began, climbing atop the bed to straddle him, "You could spend the next five months f*****g me raw."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and I saw his self-control teetering on a knife's edge.

Reaching down, I gripped the hem of my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside.

My eyes watched him as he took in the shadowed curves of my body.

Smiling wickedly, I drew my hands up to my chest, tweaking my n*****s as I pressed my breasts together with my arms.

Then, letting one hand trail down the soft skin of my abdomen, I slipped my fingers between my legs and rubbed the rigid, wet nub that ached with need.

I closed my eyes as the first sweet sparks of pleasure lit up my nerve endings.

When I felt my breath coming in deep, steady pants, I looked down at Theo to find his dark eyes on mine. Electric fire surged through my veins. I paused, mesmerized by the heady mix of lust and possessiveness I saw there.

"I didn't tell you to stop." He growled.

This man wanted me to get out mere moments ago. What...

And then, it clicked.

Cocking my head to the side, I asked, "You like to watch?"

"And you like to be watched." He countered.

"Interesting..." I licked my lips as my brain processed this delicious new information.

"Ashley..." his voice took on a dangerous edge.

"I'll keep going if you take your shirt off."

Theo glared but pulled his t-shirt up over his head and sent it flying onto the floor.

Looking down, I appreciated the glorious wealth of toned muscle that he'd revealed to me.

"Ashley." His tone was curt, annoyed.

My brow furrowed. "Were you always this demanding?"

"Were you always this-" He cut off with a groan as I rubbed myself against his growing erection.

"Finish that sentence – I dare you."

Then, I grinned. This was going to be more fun than I expected.

Taking his hands, I placed them on my thighs, savoring the heat of his skin against mine.

Feeling his eyes on me, I brought my hand up to his lips.

"Open."

He obeyed, and I slid my index and middle fingers into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Then, I shivered as I felt his tongue rubbing against me.

Pulling out, I brought my hand down to my p***y and flushed as I felt the heat and the moisture from his mouth against my c**t.

The pressure from his hands tightened on my thighs as I let loose a breathy moan.

Beginning to rub myself in slow circles, I let my hips shift beneath me, teasing him.

He grunted through gritted teeth, and I took that as all the encouragement that I needed.

Setting up a rhythm, I toyed with myself and tortured him, ramping up the pressure and friction for both of us.

As the tension built within me, I couldn't help the mewling whines that escaped my lips.

Was he going to make me c*m alone?

"Please..." I whispered.

"Please, what?"

"Please, f**k me!"

In an instant, he had us flipped over so that he loomed over me, his breath hot against my cheek.

"Ashley, all you had to do was ask-" My thoughts cut off as his lips took mine and his hand found the throbbing, wet mess between my thighs.

Pulling away, he breathed, "Goddamn, baby, you're soaked..."

I couldn't answer him, I just whined and writhed against his hand.

Glancing over his shoulder, he muttered, "I have an idea."

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the master suite, I watched as Theo wound his hands around me, pulling me back against his warm, broad torso.

"Now, because you asked me nicely, I'm going to f**k you." I shivered as I felt him press his erection against my back.

"But, you are going to need to be very, very quiet." His voice lowered as his mouth dipped down to my ear. "We don't want you waking up the whole household, now do we?"

Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I shook my head.

I felt his lips curve into a smile.

"Good girl."

Taking a hand away from me, he stepped away and I saw the grey fabric of his sweatpants slide down to the floor.

When he came back to me, the heat of his bare skin scorched me from my scalp to my ankles.

Taking my hips in his hands, he commanded, "Bend over."

Trembling, I obeyed, resting my forearms on the counter.

"Now, you said something about, 'raw'?"

I nodded, "Please..."