OFF LIMIT MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD

Boat trip

The private yacht cut smoothly through the crystal-clear turquoise water, its engines humming a low, luxurious rhythm beneath the bright midday sun. The vessel was stunning sleek white lines, polished teak decks, and shaded lounging areas with plush cushions. A small crew handled navigation and service, leaving the three of them plenty of privacy on the upper deck.

Lily was in heaven, stretched out on a sun lounger in a bright red bikini, oversized sunglasses on, and a fruity cocktail in hand. “This is the life! Dad, you’ve officially ruined me for normal vacations forever.”

Alexander stood near the railing, looking every inch the powerful businessman even in vacation mode. He wore navy swim trunks and a loose white linen shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the breeze ruffling his salt-and-pepper hair. His broad shoulders were tense, jaw set as he stared out at the horizon. Ever since the video Mia had sent him at breakfast, he had been on edge avoiding direct eye contact while stealing heated glances when he thought no one was looking.

Mia stepped out onto the deck wearing a sheer white cover-up that did almost nothing to hide the tiny emerald bikini beneath. The fabric was semi-transparent, clinging to her curves in the humid sea air. Underneath, she had deliberately left her panties in her bag. The thrill of being completely bare beneath the thin layers made her feel bold and dangerously alive.

She moved toward Alexander with a casual sway in her hips, stopping close enough that her arm brushed his.

“The view is incredible,” she said softly, looking out at the ocean but clearly meaning something else. “Don’t you think, Alexander?”

He glanced down at her, his dark eyes tracing the outline of her body through the sheer cover-up before he quickly looked away. “It is. Beautiful.”

Lily called from her lounger without looking up. “You two should relax! There’s a shaded area over there with amazing cushions. I’m going to take some selfies for my stories.”

As Lily became occupied with her phone, Mia saw her chance. She took Alexander’s hand lightly, tugging him toward the shaded seating area at the stern of the yacht, partially hidden from Lily’s direct line of sight by a structural partition and some decorative sails.

“Sit with me for a bit,” Mia murmured. “You’ve been avoiding me all morning.”

Alexander sat on the wide cushioned bench, legs spread slightly. “I’m trying to keep my distance, Mia. After last night and that video you sent… I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s driving me insane.”

Mia sat beside him, close enough that their thighs pressed together. The cover-up rode up her legs as she leaned back. “Good. I want you thinking about me. About how I looked riding that toy, moaning your name.”

His breath hitched. Before he could respond, Mia glanced toward Lily, who was still absorbed in her phone and the passing scenery. Feeling daring, she parted her legs slowly under the cover-up, the sheer fabric falling open between her thighs.

Alexander’s eyes dropped instinctively. His entire body stiffened as he realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Mia’s smooth, bare p***y was on full display for him already glistening with arousal in the warm sunlight filtering through the shade.

“f**k, Mia,” he breathed, voice barely above a whisper, eyes locked between her legs. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a better view than the ocean,” she whispered back, her voice husky. She kept her legs parted, one hand casually resting on her thigh. “Look how wet I am for you, Alexander. All because of last night. Because of your kisses. Because of how hard you were against my foot at breakfast.”

His hand gripped the cushion beside him, knuckles white. “You’re going to get us caught. Close your legs.”

Instead, Mia slid her hand slowly down her inner thigh, her fingers teasing closer to her slick center. She locked eyes with him as she parted her folds with two fingers, showing him everything the way her arousal shone in the light, the way her c**t was swollen and begging for attention.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” she said softly, though her tone made it clear she knew he wouldn’t. “But I think you like the view.”

Alexander’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His gaze was dark, possessive, and burning with lust. “You’re killing me. That pretty little p***y… so wet, so perfect. I shouldn’t be looking, but I can’t look away.”

Mia smiled, biting her lower lip. She circled her c**t slowly with her middle finger, letting out a tiny, quiet moan that only he could hear. “It feels so good when you watch me. I wish it was your fingers. Or your tongue. Or that thick c**k I felt against me in the pool last night.”

“Jesus Christ,” Alexander muttered, shifting in his seat as his swim trunks grew visibly tighter. “You’re so f*****g bold. So filthy. My sweet little Mia touching herself for me in broad daylight on a boat with my daughter twenty feet away.”

Mia slipped one finger inside herself, then two, pumping slowly while her thumb worked her c**t. Her breathing grew shallow, but she kept her voice low and controlled. “I recorded that video for you. Now I’m giving you a live show. Tell me what you want to do to me, Alexander. Be honest.”

His eyes flicked toward Lily, who was still happily taking photos at the bow, then back to Mia’s exposed p***y. His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. “I want to bury my face between those thighs and taste how sweet you are. I want to f**k you with my fingers until you’re shaking. Then I want to bend you over this bench and f**k you properly deep, hard, until you’re screaming my name instead of just moaning it.”

Mia’s fingers moved faster, her hips rocking subtly against her hand. The wet sounds were quiet but audible to him in the shaded intimacy of their corner. “Yes… I want that so much. I want you to claim me. To stop feeling guilty and just take what’s yours.”

Alexander leaned closer, his large hand resting on her knee, squeezing possessively. “You’re mine right now in this moment, aren’t you? That tight little p***y clenching around your fingers while I watch. Delete that video, Mia, or I swear I’ll make you regret teasing me like this.”

Mia moaned softly, adding a third finger, stretching herself as she imagined it was him. “I’m not deleting it. Every time you watch me, I want you to remember how badly you want to f**k your daughter’s best friend. How hard you get for me.”

The tension between them was electric. Alexander’s hand slid higher up her thigh, dangerously close to where her fingers were working. His touch was burning hot.

“You’re going to make me lose control,” he growled. “I can see how close you are. Your p***y is dripping down your thighs. Come for me, Mia. Quietly. Right now, while I watch.”

His possessive words pushed her over the edge. Mia’s body tensed, thighs trembling as she came hard on her fingers, biting her lip to stifle the moan that wanted to escape. Her eyes stayed locked on his the entire time, letting him see every second of her pleasure.

When the orgasm subsided, she slowly withdrew her fingers, glistening with her arousal, and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean while he watched.

“f**k,” Alexander whispered, his voice raw. “You’re going to destroy me.”

Mia closed her legs modestly, adjusting her cover-up with a satisfied smile. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Lily’s voice carried over from the front of the yacht. “Hey! Come look at this school of dolphins! It’s amazing!”

Alexander stood up quickly, adjusting his trunks to hide his obvious erection. He offered Mia his hand, his grip firm and possessive as he helped her up.

As they walked toward Lily, he leaned down and whispered hotly in her ear, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. But if you keep pushing like this, I won’t be able to stop myself next time.”

Mia squeezed his hand, heart racing with triumph. “Then don’t stop yourself, Alexander. I’m ready when you are.”

The rest of the boat trip continued with Lily pointing out marine life and planning more adventures, completely unaware of the intense, secret storm brewing between her father and her best friend.

Mia stayed close to Alexander the entire time brushing against him, whispering teasing comments, and keeping the fire burning.

The private yacht trip had given her the perfect stage.

And she had just delivered one hell of a performance.