SOLD TO MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER (II)

Shock flooded Riley's veins, her head snapping up as his steps echoed closer. That gleam in his midnight eyes was brand new territory. A low churn twisted in her gut, her pulse kicking wild as some gut level urge whispered that he craved her.

"Are you... are we..." No way he meant...

"What's the matter, Riley?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling in a way that made her insides tighten, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. He stopped moving towards her, standing at the foot of the bed, and she found that she couldn't stop looking from him to the piece of furniture that she'd assumed she'd be losing her virginity on. That she might very well be losing her virginity on if her instincts were correct. "Having second thoughts about selling your virginity?"

Hell yes.

Except that now she was wondering if he was just trying to scare her. Twisting her hands in front of her she tried to figure out his intentions, tried to think of something to say, but it felt as though she was hurtling through space at top speed and in a moment she was going to crash and there was nothing she could do to slow herself or stop it and there was no air to breath to scream much less talk. Even worse, she could feel herself becoming aroused at the idea of losing her v-card to Mr. Stone. Heck... he was hot. Older. The difference between him and the boys her age was laughable.

"You know what I think?" His voice was like a caress across her skin and he was moving towards her again. Slowly. Deliberately. Her muscles tensed, screaming at her to run, but she couldn't move right now if her life depended on it. "I think you wanted to do something a little dangerous. To lose your virginity to a man who knows what he's doing, who can make you feel things..." He was standing right in front of her and he lifted his finger to her jawline and began to run it down her neck, down the center of her collar bone and down to her cleavage. It felt like her nipples had hardened to diamonds and she felt her lungs constrict as his finger began to trace the low-cut neckline of her sundress. Mr. Stone's eyes never left hers. "A man who can make sure that you enjoy it."

When he suddenly cupped her breast in his warm palm, Riley moaned and nearly collapsed in front of him. That felt so... good. He wasn't the first male to touch her breast, but he was definitely the first MAN. Having Mr. Stone feel her up was an entirely different experience. The suddenness of his grip on her soft flesh, the heat in his eyes, his utter confidence as he touched her was nothing like the panting, greedy boys that she'd made out with in the backseats of their cars. They groaned with excitement just from a feel of her breasts, they groped without finesse, and she hadn't felt one tenth as excited as she did right now.

His eyes locked on hers, Mr. Stone brought his other hand up so that he could gently squeeze both of her breasts and she panted as she felt the fabric of her dress rubbing against her nipples. The sundress didn't really allow for a bra so she hadn't worn one.

The expression on his face didn't change although she could swear that his eyes were looking hungrier and hungrier. Then, suddenly, his hands were gone and she was left standing trembling as he turned his back and walked away.

Sudden panic assailed her. What had she done wrong?

Mr. Stone turned and sat on the bed, facing her. "Take off your dress Riley, I want to see what I paid for."

A flush heated her entire body, along with a healthy dose of anger. He was talking to her like she was a... her cheeks paled. Like she was a whore, like she had sold her body for money. Which is exactly what she had done. He waited patiently, watching her with that blank expression as she lifted shaking hands behind her back to undo the zipper. Her mouth felt incredibly dry and she realized that she was nervous. Because she wanted him to find her desirable. How strange that she suddenly felt so incredibly unsure of herself, but he'd put her off balance talking to her the way that he had.

So her hands trembled even more as she tugged down the straps of her dress and revealed her almost entirely naked body to her best friend's dad. The man who had paid for her virginity.

"The panties," he murmured, his eyes sweeping over her curves and she found herself wanting to curse at him. Wanting more of a reaction from him. And yet her nipples kept throbbing, her pussy was creaming her panties as if she actually liked being treated like this.

Almost defiantly Riley pushed her panties off of her hips and let them drop along with her dress, revealing her neatly trimmed mound. It only had a small triangle of blonde pubic hair covering it and she'd completely shaved her pussy lips beneath them. Unable to meet Mr. Samuels' gaze in her naked and vulnerable state, Riley lowered her eyes as gasped as she realized she was looking at a very sizable erection at the front of his pants.

Not embarrassed at all, Mr. Stone only laughed when he realized where she was looking.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll be gentle."

It should have been cliché. It should have sounded silly. Instead she just felt herself shiver with anticipation. With heat.

"Come here."