Home sitting my bestfriend's dad and his friend (A threesome)

Chapter 2

Alex's POV 

My breath caught in my throat the second his words sank in.

Oh my God. This was happening. Mia's dad, standing here with his sweat-slicked body, saying that. My thighs clenched involuntarily, heat pooling low in my belly. 

I should have been nervous, should have hesitated, but all I felt was a wild, reckless thrill. I'd wanted this for years and fucking finally he was seeing me not as his daughter's best friend, but as a fully grown woman.

And now with a friend here too, his gaze raking over me like he already knew every filthy thought I’d ever had about his best friend.

It was more than I'd imagined, but God, I wanted it.

Cole chuckled from behind him, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers straight to my core.

"Sharing already, Harlan? Generous of you." He took a swig from the glass, tongue flicking over his lower lip before the glass met the counter with a soft clink. "But I think she made enough for all of us."

Mr. Harlan took a step closer, closing the distance until I could smell the clean sweat on his skin mixed with that dark-wood cologne he always wore. His hand reached out, gentle but firm, cupping my chin and tilting my face up to his.

"You've been driving me crazy for years, Alex," he murmured, voice low and rough. “Those tiny shorts when you ‘help’ Mia with yard work. Bending over the cooler just long enough that I had to turn away before I embarrassed myself.”

My pulse slammed against my ribs. Ouch. He caught me. “Have I?” I managed, my voice breathier than I intended.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he pulled me in, his mouth crashing onto mine in a kiss that stole every ounce of air from my lungs.

I gasped against him, tasting the faint salt of his sweat mixed with the lingering sweetness of the smoothie I'd sip earlier; his tongue chased every trace of it like he was starving, and I melted into it, my hands fisting the damp fabric of his top, pulling him closer.

He's kissing me. Mr. Harlan is fucking kissing me. 

My mind spun, body igniting from inside out. His stubble scraped deliciously against my chin, sending sparks down my spine. I whimpered softly into his mouth, pressing my body flush against his, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal against my hip.

Cole’s heat arrived at my back before his hands did. Broad palms settled on my hips, thumbs sliding under the waistband of my shorts, teasing the elastic.

"You look good enough to eat, Alex," he murmured against my ear, his breath carried the faint scent of the smoothie. “Been picturing peeling it off you since you walked in.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Two of them? At once? It was more than I'd ever dared imagine in my dirtiest fantasies, but God, I wanted every second of it.

Mr. Harlan broke the kiss just long enough to mutter, "She's been teasing me for years. Haven't you, sweetheart?" 

His hand slid down my neck, over my collarbone, then closed over my breast through the thin tank. His thumb dragged slow, deliberate circles around my nipple until it ached.

I nodded, breathless, my internal voice screaming yes, yes, finally. "Maybe a little," I whispered, nipping at his lower lip in challenge. "What are you gonna do about it this time?”

That was all the invitation they needed. 

Cole's hands moved with confident efficiency, tugging my tank top up and over my head in one smooth motion. Cool kitchen air hit my bare breasts, my nipples pebbling instantly under their heated gazes.

"Jesus, look at you,” Cole groaned, voice thick with approval, his tattooed arm flexing as he reached out, rolling one peak between thumb and forefinger until I hissed.

Mr. Harlan waste a second. He dipped his head and took the other into his mouth with the same deliberate hunger he'd shown kissing me. The wet heat made me gasp, my body shuddering as pleasure shot straight to my clit.

I arched into their touches, trapped between them, my body on fire. 

Cole's lips grazed my shoulder as his teeth nipped me lightly before soothing with his tongue. His hands roamed my sides, palms rough and warm, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts while Harlan sucked harder, the wet sounds filling the room.

"Please," I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. More touches. More mouths. Everything. Don't stop. 

"Patience, Flower," Mr. Harlan said against my skin, but there was a smile in his voice. 

Cole's hands worked my shorts down my legs, and I stepped out of them, naked now except for my underwear. 

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade, then reached past me to the counter. I heard the soft thud of a strawberry being plucked from the bowl, then felt the cool, bumpy texture as he dipped it in the leftover smoothie.

The chill made me shiver, goosebumps rising in its wake. 

"Let's make you even sweeter," he said, voice husky.

He dragged the fruit down my spine, over the curve of my ass, crushing it slightly against my skin so the juice trickled down my skin, sticky and cold.

"Bend over a bit," he instructed softly.

I obeyed without thinking, bracing my hands on the counter as he knelt behind me. His hands spread my cheeks gently, and then— the berry's cool tip teased my entrance, circling slowly before he pushed it inside me. Inch by deliberate inch.

The sensation was foreign, invasive in the best way — cool fruit against my heated flesh. I moaned, low and needy, my hips rocking back instinctively.

"Damn, that's hot," Harlan breathed, stepping closer to watch, his eyes dark with lust.

He straightened, his eyes gleaming as he spotted the honey jar I'd pulled out earlier for the smoothie. He unscrewed it, dipping two fingers in, before smearing the golden liquid across my breasts, watching it drip in slow rivulets.

"Open up," he commanded, pressing his honey-coated fingers to my lips.