Page 27 of My Favorite Girl

“That’s the whole fun of it.” A flicker of amusement enters his voice. “I think deep down, you like doing the wrong thing. Why resist it? The more wrong it is, the better it feels, Ally.”

Hearing him speak my name makes my clit pulse so hard that I clench my legs.

He contemplates me for a long moment with torment in his eyes. I’ve caught him looking at me many times over the years with desire, but this is something different. It’s dangerous and starved, like he’s been pushed beyond breaking point. My new favorite expression.

“Poor little thing,” he finally says, his voice deep and smooth. “All this time, rubbing up against my dick in bed, letting me tease your perfect tits. You must be so backed up. And you don’t even know how to relieve yourself. I fuck my fist like crazy over you.”

“You do?” I murmur.

“Every day. Let me teach you how to take care of yourself, little sister.”

My pussy tightens, hearing the label Dan just used for me in this moment of all. I realize how true his previous statement is.The more wrong it is, the better it feels.I must be really fucked up in the head because I’ve never felt more alive than inthis moment. I’ve never wanted something so much as what he’s describing. ForDanto teach me.

But fear makes me hesitate. “Our parents are home. They’re in the next room over.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet.” He groans, running a hand down his groin and drawing my attention to the tented erection in his pants.

I should have more common sense than to continue with this. Aside from it being wrong, this will change things between me and Dan going forward. Our friendship. Everything. Will I even be able to look at him the same without being flooded with embarrassment?

Those are all the thoughts that enter my mind, but none of them win against the way my body begs to be relieved after years of pent-up sexual tension.

“What do I do?” I whisper.

“Take your clothes off.”

I stand from the bed, barely believing my actions and that I have the confidence to go through with this. But I do. Dan draws out a depraved side of me. He’s always made me want to do things I shouldn’t.

My hands shake as I push the nightgown straps off my shoulders. I let the dress drop to the floor, pooling around my feet and exposing my breasts as I stand in front of Dan.

I always expected to feel vulnerable and self-conscious being this naked in front of a guy, but the way Dan watches me has me feeling the opposite, like I’m the one person in this world who has power over him.

Dan groans when I slide my panties down, his gaze never faltering from my smooth pussy.

My heart races and I’m unsure what to do next, yet incredibly aroused. “Can we… turn the lights off?”

“No. I want to see all of you. Lie on the bed,” he instructs. His voice is commanding, like nothing I’ve ever heard from him. It’s intimidating yet at the same time, I like seeing this side of him. I like being his girl and for him to do what he wants with me, even if it’s only for a few minutes. I trust Dan and can’t imagine myself ever doing this with anyone else.

Following his words, I lie on my back.

Dan steps closer, the muscles in his arms flexing as he rests his hands on the footrail of my bed, watching me. “Stroke your clit.”

I reach down, my hand trembling as I place my index finger on my clit and stroke.

“Use all of your fingers. Not just one.”

I change my technique, a gasp leaving my lips at the added pleasure.

“Feel better?”

I nod, my fingers moving back and forth.

Dan watches me, his eyes fixed on my hand, his breath growing audible. “What’s a thought that turns you on?”

“You, fucking me.” I can’t believe I spoke the fantasy out loud. But then again, I can’t believe any of the things I’m doing in this moment. No point holding back now. “You, fuckingonlyme. You want me and no one else. No other girl turns you on.”

His gaze flicks to mine with disbelief, every muscle in his body freezing. “You think I’m attracted to other girls?”

My hand stops moving. “I know you are. You have sex?—”

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