Seducing my Dad's Bestfriend

Rain poured over her like punishment, soaking her hair and clothes. Brielle wrapped her arms around herself, blinking through the storm. Her boyfriend had just driven off, he left her stranded in the storm to take his ex-girlfriend home. “Perfect,” she muttered. “Just perfect. I should have known...that bastard” . Well—partially it was her fault for falling for a guy who only liked her because of her eyes. “He said I had beautiful eyes…turns out he just meant they are the same colour as his first love’s, brown” she gritted her teeth “ Could today get any worse?” The sky must have heard her cause immediately lightning split the clouds followed by the deafening sound of thunder. She fumbled for her phone, desperate, her fingers numb and trembling. Her dad’s number was the only one she could think of. She dialed her father , on the second call and what felt like forever he finally picked. “Dad? Please, I— can you come pick me up, I'm stuck in Westlane and there's no shelter—” The voice that answered was not her father’s. “Brielle?” Low, rough, controlled — the kind of voice that made her knees weaken even through the crackling line. “M-Mr. Grayson?” “You’re in Westlane?” “Yes, but I didn’t mean to—” “Stay there. Don’t move.” The call ended Before long, a car pulled up, tires splashing through puddles. Grayson stepped out, water streaming from his hair, shirt clinging to his broad chest. “Get in,” he said, voice low yet commanding. Brielle froze, her eyes taking him in “Y-You… you didn’t have to—” “Don’t talk,” he interrupted. His gaze swept over her, sharp and assessing. “Just get in.” The car smelled like leather and him, and her pulse hammered against her ribs. Grayson was a handsome man, older and enticing especially when he was wet. His broad shoulders and muscular build were enough evidence of his youthful lifestyle. His dark hair with a few white streaks made him even more glorious. “Thank you…” she whispered, voice trembling. “Don’t thank me yet.” His dark eyes flicked to her wet hair and clinging clothes. There was a pause, but enough to make her stomach quiver. “You… look ridiculous standing there, drenched.” “I—” She swallowed hard. “I’m fine.” Her thoughts betrayed her. Ridiculous? That’s the last thing I look. Her hand brushed against her wet raven black hair, imagining his hands doing it instead… The rest of the drive was silent, the storm outside pounding against the car. But inside… heat simmered, thick and undeniable. “You’re trembling,” he finally said, his voice low, intimate. “From the cold?” Brielle’s breath hitched. “Yes. From the cold.” Lie. His hand brushed hers when he adjusted the seatbelt, just lightly enough that fire shot through her veins. “Are you always this… fragile?” he murmured. She swallowed, voice cracking. “I… I don’t know.” “Why do you have my dad's phone?” She asked quietly. Grayson got into the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt. “ He stopped by my house this morning. I guess he was in such a hurry that he forgot it, I only noticed when you called”. “He has always been forgetful,” Brielle chuckled lightly”. Grayson said nothing, he just stared at her through the mirror, his dark eyes scanning every inch of her skin “ ohh f**k…” he muttered under his breath. “I'm taking you to my place, is that okay?” he asked . “Umm…okay…cool” Brielle replied but it wasn't cool, the way he stared at her sent heat round her body. By the time they reached his house, her mind was a whirlwind. She quickly got out of the car and made her way to the guest room, she had been here a number of times and was very familiar with the place. Then her phone buzzed, a breakup text from her boyfriend It read “I realized that no substitute could ever replace an original. You will find another guy someday, even though he won't be half as good as I am. Please don't try to call or text me, I hate clingy girls. BYE” “ Asshole” Brielle scoffed and tossed her phone aside, her thoughts consumed by just one person, Grayson. She closed the door behind her, and stood in front of a large mirror facing the bed. Her shirt was soaked and every curve of her breasts was visible, her n*****s stood out hard and perky from the cold…or maybe something else. “Did he see me like this?” She asked herself, cheeks flushed. Brielle took off all her clothes and she was now standing naked, staring at herself. All she could think about was Grayson, she fantasized him touching her in so many places that it made her wet. She laid on the bed and before she could stop herself, her fingers slid over her bare skin and down to her p***y. She inserted one finger in, gasping as she pushed it in deeper. She began to move it in and out, fingering herself to satisfy her aching desire. “Ahh…” she whimpered and kept going at a faster pace. “ I know I shouldn't want this but I can't stop”. She pushed in the second finger, eyes closed as she imagined Grayson on top of her, his d**k thrusting into her p***y. “Ohh.. Mr Grayson” she moaned, drifting deeper into her lustful fantasy. “Ahh…ahh..Gray” she arched her back, her wet raven black hair stuck to her face. “Ohh f**k” she moaned louder. A sound at the door made her heart stop. Grayson stood there, staring at her with a dark expression all over his face . She forgot to lock the door and he had been knocking for awhile. Grayson froze at the doorway. For a second, he couldn’t even breathe — the sound of her soft moans, the sight of her naked trembling body on the bed… it hit him like a fist to the gut. “Christ, Brielle—” His voice came out rough, strangled. He turned away sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She gasped, pulling the blanket up, mortified. “f**k…” he growled, jaw tight , running his hand through his hair. Brielle quickly sat up. “I… I—” She couldn’t speak, heat consuming her. He laughed once , a short and dark laughter. “You have no idea what you’re playing with,” he muttered, jaw tight. His knuckles were white against the doorframe, every muscle in his body locked in restraint. For a second, his gaze flickered — helplessly, over her flushed skin. His throat burned as if he’d swallowed fire. And just like that, he turned and left, the door slamming behind him. Brielle pressed her hands to her chest, panting, body trembling from the heat and shame. She thought the day couldn't get any worse but it j ust did. “My dad's —bestfriend—caught me touching myself while —while—moaning his name. Oh what have I done?”