I Craved My Father-In-Law’s Touch

Chapter 2

Lucas hadn't satisfied me earlier, and that night I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for even a hint of relief.

Eventually, the ache became impossible to ignore. I reached for the thick vibrator I had recently bought.

As it slid slowly inside me, I moaned in relief and reached down to touch myself.

Without warning, the image of the bulge beneath Brandon's sweatpants flashed through my mind.

The thought made the ache even worse. Heat gathered under my skin, leaving me restless and desperate.

I pictured Brandon taking Lucas's place, and the fantasy alone made my body respond.

A moan slipped from my lips.

Then the vibrator abruptly stopped. I reached down to pull it out.

The more I tugged, the tighter my muscles clenched around it, pulling the toy even farther in.

I panicked.

'What am I supposed to do? I can't go to the hospital. Everyone will know exactly what I was doing.'

I bit my lip and kept trying, but it wouldn't budge.

The vibrator brushed a sensitive spot, making me cry out as sweat beaded across my forehead.

"Chloe, are you all right?"

Brandon's voice came from the other side of the door. My body tightened in panic as I tugged harder.

Instead of coming free, it seemed to slide even deeper. Cold sweat dampened my hairline.

When I didn't answer, Brandon opened the door and rushed inside.

Flustered, I grabbed the blanket beside me and pulled it over myself, not wanting Brandon to see just how wanton I looked.

"Brandon, what... what are you doing in here?"

My face burned, and the pressure inside me made me breathe in short, uneven gasps.

He walked over, his eyes dark and intense. "I heard some strange noises coming from your room, Chloe. Are you okay?"

I squeezed my thighs together against the ache. I felt sore, swollen, and painfully full.

I couldn't decide whether to ask him to help me get it out.

The thought of saying the words aloud made me want to disappear.

"Chloe, tell me what's wrong. I can help." He sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze soft and warm on me.

Going to the hospital meant explaining the situation to doctors and nurses. Letting Brandon help suddenly seemed less humiliating.

My face burned as I stammered, unable to get the words out.

At last, I pulled the blanket aside, exposing the vibrator lodged inside me. Brandon's expression changed as soon as he saw it.

Fighting my shame, I explained in halting words what had happened and asked him to pull it out.

His eyes widened at the sight of the wand pressed between my legs. He reached down and pulled it out a little, and I couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"If I force it, I'll hurt you," he said. "I need to get your body to relax first."

He suddenly pressed himself flat on the bed and lowered his head, his hot breath washing over my most intimate place.

Before I could even react, his tongue was already working its way inside me, teasing and tasting with practiced skill.