Naked Scripts (Erotica Collection)

MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND CHAPTER 1 KAYLEE I thought I had the place to myself for two whole weeks. Dad and Lisa left for Italy this morning, Mr. Thompson (his best friend since college) was supposed to be on some trip in Canada until the end of the month. The house is huge, the pool is perfect, and I’ve been crushing on Mr. Thompson since I was old enough to know what a crush was. Tall, broad, salt-and-pepper hair, forearms that could break me in half… yeah. I’ve touched myself in his guest bed more times than I can count. So tonight, midnight, the second they’re gone, I strip completely naked on the patio. The warm August air kisses every inch of my skin. My n*****s tighten instantly. I drop my phone on a lounge chair, dive into the lit-up pool, and the water feels like silk sliding over my bare body. I float on my back, hair fanning out, toes pointed to the stars, one hand lazily drifting between my thighs because I’m already thinking about sneaking into his bedroom later and rubbing myself on his pillow like the filthy little thing I am. I roll over into a slow backstroke, eyes closed, humming, when I hear the splash. My eyes snap open. Mr. Thompson is standing at the deep end in a white button-down and slacks, suitcase at his feet, staring at me with the hottest smirk I’ve ever seen. “Kaylee,” he says, voice low and amused. “Looks like we both got our dates wrong.” I freeze, treading water, completely naked, heart hammering. “I—I thought you were gone until—” “Flight got cancelled,” he cuts in, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Imagine my surprise coming home to a naked college girl doing laps in my pool.” I should be mortified. Instead my p***y clenches so hard I almost sink. He shrugs the shirt off, kicks off his shoes, and drops his pants and boxer-briefs in one motion. His c**k is already half-hard, thick and long, swinging heavy between his thighs as he walks to the edge. Then he dives. Clean, perfect, barely a ripple. He surfaces right in front of me, water streaming down his chest, eyes dark and hungry. “Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice like whiskey. “Been thinking about you all week.” I can’t even speak. He closes the distance, hands sliding to my waist under the water, pulling me flush against him. His c**k is fully hard now, pressing hot against my stomach. “Mr. Thompson—” I start, breathless. “Call me Caleb tonight,” he says, and kisses me. I moan into him, wrapping my legs around his waist, arms around his neck. We’re floating in the deep end, water lapping at our skin, pool lights turning us blue and gold. He breaks the kiss, lips brushing my ear. “Been hard for you since the day you turned eighteen, Kaylee. Watching you prance around in those little bikinis every summer… fuck.” I whimper, grinding against him. “I touch myself thinking about you,” I confess, voice shaking. “In your bed. On your pillow. Every time.” He growls, actually growls, and swims us to the diving board in three powerful strokes. He lifts me out of the water like I weigh nothing, sets my ass on the end of the board. Water streams off us both, dripping onto the fiberglass. “Spread your legs,” he orders. I do, instantly, thighs shaking. He stands between them in the shallow end, water at his hips, and just looks at me spread open for him. “Touch yourself,” he says. “Show me what you do when you’re thinking about me.” I slide two fingers through my folds, already soaked, and circle my c**t. My head falls back, moaning loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear. “That’s it,” he praises, stroking his c**k slowly. “Such a pretty little p***y. All mine tonight.” “Please,” I beg, fingers moving faster. “Please, Caleb—” He steps closer, grabs my wrist, and licks my wetness off my fingers like it’s candy. Then he lines up and thrusts into me in one slow, relentless push. We both cry out. He’s huge, stretching me open, filling me so perfectly I see stars. The diving board creaks under us as he starts moving, deep, hard strokes that send water splashing over the edge. “f**k, you’re tight,” he groans, gripping my hips. “Taking me raw like a good girl.” “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder, please—” He gives me harder. The board rocks with every thrust, water dripping off our bodies, pool lights flickering across his abs as they flex. “I’m gonna come,” I sob, already there. “Do it,” he snarls. “Come all over my c**k, Kaylee.” I shatter, screaming his name, p***y clamping down so hard he has to fight to keep moving. He pulls out at the last second, fists his c**k twice, and shoots thick ropes across my stomach and t**s. The first spurt hits the water with a soft plop, the rest paints my skin white. He scoops me up before I can even breathe, cradling me against his chest, both of us dripping wet, c*m sliding down my body. “Inside,” he growls against my temple. “We’re not done.” He carries me through the sliding doors, leaving wet footprints and a trail of pool water and his c*m across the hardwood. He kicks the sliding door shut behind us and doesn’t even slow down. Water drips off both of us in steady streams, pooling on the hardwood as he carries me straight through the dark house, past the kitchen island, past the couch, straight to the master bedroom his bedroom. The second we cross the threshold he drops me on the king bed like I’m weightless. The comforter is cool against my wet back, but I barely feel it because he’s already on me, crawling up the mattress, eyes black with hunger. “Look at you,” he growls, spreading my thighs wide. “Covered in my c*m, dripping wet, begging for more.” I whimper, arching up. “Please, Caleb—” He flips me onto my stomach in one smooth move, yanks my hips up until I’m on my knees, face pressed into the pillows that smell like him. His big hands spread my ass cheeks and then his tongue is there, licking from my c**t all the way up to my asshole in one filthy swipe. “Oh f**k!” I scream into the pillow. He eats me like a starving man, tongue spearing inside me, nose buried in my p***y, slurping up the mix of pool water and his first load. Two thick fingers slide in alongside his tongue and curl hard. “Come again,” he orders, voice muffled against my folds. “I want you soaking my sheets before I f**k you again.” I’m already there. My whole body locks up, and I come screaming, squirting all over his face and the bed. He doesn’t give me time to recover. He flips me back over, grabs my ankles, and folds me in half, knees to my shoulders, p***y completely exposed. Then he slams into me raw, balls-deep in one brutal thrust. “Yesyesyes—” I sob, nails clawing his back.