My Bestfriend’s Father

Brittany 

“Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco.

As in, my best friend's dad.

But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself.

His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

His tongue went all up in my crevice, eating me out like I was his last meal on earth.

My legs started to shake from an impending orgasm, and my head bopped backward to hit the closet door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed loudly, which lasted for three seconds before he straightened to his feet, slamming his mouth over mine.

His skilled tongue slid into my mouth, summoning desire from my tired limbs.

“No, I can't, I can't…” I gasped out, tearing my mouth away from his. My dark hair was all tousled from the ‘movements’ but I could still see his handsome face through the thick curtain of hair.

That's the first reason why I fell for him.

Those sharp cheekbones and full lips with magnetic blue eyes drew me in the first moment I saw him.

“Hey,” His deep voice rumbled, a smile tugging at his lips.

I was just about to respond when I realized where we were. 

“Shit! Get off me!” I grunted, trying to push his heavy ass away.

It was at that moment that I heard the sound of approaching footsteps heading our way, accompanied by a voice. “Dad, Dad…where are you? Brit and I need to get something at the store so can we use your truck?” His daughter and my best friend, Claire called out.

My eyes widened, filled with panic and fear. “What do we do?” I mouthed at Andre whose brows had pulled together.

“I'll handle this.” He whispered, placing a hand up to get me to stay in place.

The closet space was very small, especially with him in the same place but he managed to manoeuvre his way out.

For the next few moments, all I heard was the sound of footsteps and then voices talking distantly.

I held my breath, sweat rolling down my temple.

Soon enough, I heard three rapid knocks which was my cue to get out.

Unlocking the latch, I practically jumped out of the closet.

Hurriedly, I moved across Andre's room, stepping onto the joint balcony that my guest room shared with his.

Thankfully, I was right on time as Claire burst into my room. “There you are! I've been looking for you.”

“Yeah, I um…took a quick stroll.” I smiled, feeling uneasy about lying to her face.

Since she had no reason to doubt, she believed me. “That's cool. I just spoke with my Dad and he agreed to borrow us the truck as well as his card.”

“Yay!” I fake squealed, not in the least beat interested in going shopping and trying out several dresses. “Let me just take a shower and I'll join you real soon.”

She nodded, and I turned my back on her, heading towards the bathroom.

“Hey, Brit?” Her voice stopped me in my tracks, causing me to turn halfway.

“Yeah?” 

“Hey, I know I might not say a lot of times but I'm really grateful that you're here. With everything that's going on, it's like you're the one person that I can trust that's never going to fail me… so thank you.” Her blue eyes, which are so similar to her father's, twinkled warmly.

My throat closed up as I felt like a fraud. I could only nod and smile before rushing into the bathroom.

Flipping the shower on, I turned it up to the highest, allowing the warm water to knead my muscles, tipping my head back so the water pelted my face.

Claire and I met junior year.

I didn't have many friends; she was very popular but, for some reason, liked me more than the other girls.

My life took a 360 turn when we started hanging out…from the way I looked, talked, and my friendship circle.

Not to mention that she was there for me when my Mom died, that just makes it more shitty that I'm hurting her like this.

But I can't control how I feel.

Speaking of that,

Hands circled my waist, drawing me up against a rock-hard body.

My eyes flew open immediately, spinning around to see Andre in all his naked glory.

“What the fuck are you doing?! She's right outside!” I say as I slap his hands away from my body.

“I want you.” He rasps, moving closer so he can close the space between us, heading straight for my neck, which he knows is my weak spot.

My lashes fluttered closed and I almost forgot what I was arguing about…until I didn't. “Claire!” I whisper yelled.

“She's downstairs, in the garage.” He smiles, his dimples popping out. “Just five minutes and I'll make you feel very…very good.”

Maybe it was his eyes or the fact that I was a greedy little bitch, but I agreed, watching with hooded eyes as he slid down my body, parting my legs.

I bit down on my lower lip, fighting the tremors as he ran his tongue down the inside of my thigh, edging painfully close to my vagina.

“Andre…” I half moaned half begged him to end the teasing and just make me feel good.

He did…by shoving two thick fingers into my channel, making me scream.

Scissoring his fingers, he angled them to meet that sweet little spot, bringing me to climax for the second time today.

“Oh, Andre…Oohh…” I rambled on, shoving my hands into his hair and holding on for dear life.

“Come for me, baby.” He orders with a grunt, looking up at me at the same time he flicks my clit, which sends me spiraling.

That's when the door to the bathroom shoves wide open; Claire barges through, stopping when she sees her father kneeling between my legs.

Oh, fuck.