Ruined: My best friend's father is my new obsession

The water was black at midnight.

I told myself it was the heat. The job rejections.

The fact that I'd been sleeping three hours a night because the man down the hall was the reason I couldn't breathe.

And so I needed a break from everything. So I slipped out of the guest house. No suits. Just me and the pool.

The stone path was still warm under my bare feet, holding the day's heat like a secret. I didn't bother to take a towel or a robe because no one else would be awake. Chloe had gone to bed hours ago after a long call about flower arrangements, and Dominic.... well he kept to his wing of the house and so it was no problem.

I stepped out of my sleep shorts and tank top at the edge of the water and left them in a careless pile.

I then slid into the water without a splash. 

It closed over me like silk, black, and absolute. I swam the length of the pool in long, quiet strokes, letting the cold strip away the day's failure and another interview that ended with a polite smile and a "We'll be in touch," another rejection email waiting in my inbox. I floated on my back and stared at the stars, pretending that the arche between my legs was just the temperature of the water.

But I knew it wasn't. 

I had been wet for him since the moment I walked through the front door three days ago. Freshly graduated and my suitcase in my hands while my pulse hammered everytime Dominic’s gray eyes flicked over me and then away. He had hugged me once, just like a father would hug his daughter’s friend and his hand had spanned nearly the entire width of my lower back. I had felt that touch for hours afterwards. 

I rolled onto my stomach and swam again slowly this time, letting my breasts brush the surface, with my nipples tightening in the cool air. My hand then drifted between my thighs. One stroke. Two. Then I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Imagining it was Dominic’s hand instead of mine. 

All of a sudden, a soft metallic click cut through and interrupted me.

My eyes immediately snapped open.

It was the gate. 

Someone was coming. It was Dominic. He stood on the other side of the wrought-iron fence that separated the pool from the rest of the grounds, barefooted, with a black sweatpants hanging low on hips, he had no shirt on. The outdoor lights caught the silver at his temples and the hard line of his jaw. 

I sank lower in the water until I lapped at my collarbones, with my heart slamming so hard and I was he could hear it.

"Naomi."

My name in his mouth sounded like a warning and a prayer at the same time.

I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat had closed around every lie that I had ever told myself about this being harmless.

He unlocked the gate and stepped through. Then the locked clicked behind him. He walked closer towards the edge of the pool, then he looked down at me and said

"You're not wearing anything"

I didn't know what to say. It didn't sound a like a question. 

"I...." My voiced cracked. My words were failing me. "I couldn't sleep" Something finally came out.

"Neither could I." He said. Then he crouched at the edge, with his forearms resting on his knees, and his eyes not leaving mine. The water between us suddenly felt too thin. 

"Get out."

He said just two words and it felt like I didn’t know what I was doing again.

I swam towards the steps because my body no longer belonged to me. When I rose from the water, with droplets sliding down my breasts, my stomach, the soft curve of my hips,his breathe left him a rough exhale. I stood there dripping, completely naked, watching the last of his control fracture.

He stood slowly, but his sweatpants did him no justice in hiding how hard he was.

"Six years," he said. His voice was low and raw. "Six fucking years I've told myself that you were off-limits. That you were Chloe’s. That I was a better man than this."

I then took a step closer. Then another. The stone was cold under my feet, but I didn't feel it.

"I'm no longer sixteen."

"No," he agreed. "You're not."

His hand came up and cupped the side of my face, with his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. The touch felt gentle but the look in his eyes felt different. 

"Tell me to walk away," he said. "Tell me to unlock the gate and leave you alone."

I turned my face into his palm and pressed a kiss to the center of it.

"I can't "

Then he hauled me against him so hard that air left my lungs. His mouth crashed into mine. It felt like we were both hungry and desperate, years of denial pouring out into one brutal kiss. I moaned into it, with my arms winding around his neck and my wet body plastered to the hard heat of his chest. He tasted like whiskey and restraint finally snapping.

His hand slipped down my back, gripped my ass, and then lifted me. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist without thinking. The hard length of him pressing against my bare center through the thin fabric of his sweatpants and I whimpered.

He carried me three steps and set me on the wide stone ledge of the outdoor shower. The cold surface but through my skin. 

He looked up at me from below, his hands spreading my thighs wider, and the cool night air hit the heat between my legs in a way that made me shiver.

“Someone could come out and see us,” I whispered, even as my fingers found his hair.

“Then you’ll have to be quiet.”

The first slow drag of his tongue was so sweet and sharp. I sucked in a sharp breath, and I had to bite back a moan. He did it again, slower, tasting me from the bottom all the way up until the tip of his tongue circled my clit in tight movement. 

My thighs tensed around his shoulders. He held them open with both hands, keeping me spread on the tiles while he stayed in the water, mouth working me with focused patience.

He licked around my clit without ever giving me the arch I needed, just enough to keep the tension coiling tighter and tighter low in my belly. Every time I tried to pushed him away a bit,  his mouth moved in back even more slow we abs faster at the same time. 

I couldn’t just hold in anymore as I let it all out. 

“Fuck! Don’t stop… don’t..” The words broke off when he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked.

He finally got free from my clit and stared deep at me, smiling like he loved how I expressed my feeling. 

Next he shoved his sweatpants just enough. His cock sprang out. Free-thick, heavy, the head already slick. I reached for him, with my fingers wrapping around the heat of him, and he hissed through his teeth.

"Look at me," he ordered. 

I did.

Then he pushed inside me in one long, relentless thrust.

The stretch burned so good that I cried out, with my head tipping back against the stone. He filled me completely. Every thick inch of him claiming space that had always been his. For a second none of us moved. We just breathed, our foreheads pressing against one another, the reality of what we were doing crashing over us like a wave.

Then he pulled back and slammed home again.

Harder this time.

I clung to his shoulders as he fucked me with six years of withheld hunger. Each thrust dragged a broken sound from my throat. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed across the pool. His mouth found my neck, my collarbone, then the peak of my breast. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark and I arched into it, using my nails to dig through his back.

"Dominic..."

"Say it again."

"Ahhh...Dominic."

He groaned like the sound of his name in my mouth undid him. His hand afterward moved to between us. He used his thumb to find my clit, circling with ruthless precision while he drove into me deeper, harder. The dual sensation tore through me. I came with a shattered cry, my walls clenching around him so tightly he cursed against my throat.

He didn't stop.

He fucked me through it, chasing his own release with full intensity. When he came it was with a low, guttural sound that vibrated through both of us. I felt every pulse of him deep inside me, hot and claiming.

For a long moment the only sound was our ragged breathing and the soft lap of water against the pool edge.

He stayed buried inside me, our foreheads pressing each other, and one of his hand still cupping the back of my head like he was afraid that I was going to disappear. 

"I should never have locked the gate," he whispered.

I tightened my legs around him, keeping him exactly where he was.

"I'm glad you did."

His eyes opened. It was gray and dark. He looked at me as if we were in trouble already.

Somewhere in the house a light flicked on and then off again.

We both froze and reality slicked back in like cold water.

Dominic eased out of me carefully. Then he pulled his sweatpants up, and reached for the discarded clothes I'd left by the pool and helped me into them in rush. 

He walked me back to the guest house in silence. At the door he stopped.

"This stays between us." He said. 

I nodded in affirmation. 

Afterwards he looked down at me one last time, and then turned away without another word.

I closed the door and leaned against it. My heart was still racing. The ache between my legs felt fresh.

I had wanted him for six years.

Now I had him.

And I have no idea how either of us are going to survive it.