Page 16 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
Then—
Impact.
My body tensed up, eyes slamming shut as I arched and shuddered. The orgasm swamped my senses, intense and long. I moaned as my cock erupted in my fist, and spluttered as Trace came over my tongue, giving a hoarse shout and a string of curses as he grasped my shoulder to keep himself on his feet.
I managed to swallow what I could, letting the rest dribble from my mouth as I gasped for air. My body continued to shudder and shiver, my cock pulsing with little aftershocks.
“Holy shit,” I finally rasped, my voice a wreck.
Trace didn’t say anything at first, just stroked my hair as we caught our breath. Finally, he murmured, “You did good.”
My chest warmed, and I glanced up, suddenly needing to see that he meant it. It had been so damn long since I’d been praised for anything. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Real good,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you off the floor.”
I let him tug me up and steady me as I wobbled. Let him kiss my forehead, each eyelid, then my lips—but softly, so softly.
“Do you want to stay the night?”
I was surprised, eyes flying open to study his. He seemed sincere. I hadn’t expected that from him, knowing he’d only given in because he was leaving town. If he were staying, he wouldn’t want to be with me. Wouldn’t want the complication of my father finding out. A little of my glow dimmed, so I pushed those thoughts away and smiled.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “You’re gonna spoil me.”
I was pretty sure it was the other way around as I let him undress me, praising each inch of skin he revealed, before he cleaned me up and tucked us into bed together for the best night of sleep I’d ever had.
5
COOPER
Aweek later, the night with Trace still ricocheted through my mind at the oddest times. While I was borrowing Bruce Little’s truck to pick up drywall for Geraldine’s house. While I was avoiding myEffects of the Digital Age on Politics and Governanceresearch paper. While I sat sprawled on the sofa, next to Kev, his lap full of gyrating sorority girl.
And seriously, dude, get a room, I thought uncharitably.Or maybe I should get the room.
I went upstairs, thankful I wasn’t the DSS—Designated Sober Schmuck—for this party and lit up a joint. It was more than I needed just for me, but chances were I wouldn’t be alone long. I took a drag and sprawled on my bed, closing my eyes. When I exhaled, I felt a shit ton of stress leaking out with the curling smoke.
I began to relax. All those thoughts of a large, strong hand on my ass, of a gravelly voice praising me, of the feel of a large body holding me tight as I slept—Daddy—unfurled in my mind. They didn’t float away, exactly, but they softened.
The niggling worry that I liked calling Trace myDaddya little too much, and that maybe I was a fucking weirdo with daddy issues, dissipated as I drifted.
Guys and girls stopped by my room—a few of them all too happy to smoke with me. They flopped onto my bed beside me and mused about life’s great questions—likewhat would you choose if you had to eat only one thing for life: burritos or pizza?andIs a hot dog really just a weird taco?
“What do you think of this whole Daddy kink thing?” I asked after a while, unable to keep Trace at bay even while high.
“Sounds hot,” my frat bro Aaron said.
I squinted at him. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, I’d love it if a girl called me Daddy and let me do things like spank her. Call her a naughty girl. That’s some fun shit.” He snorted. “She can call me Daddy right before sucking my big, fat cock.”
I frowned. That was pretty fucking close to home—and at the same time, it didn’t fit what Trace and I had done at all. Did it?
“Charming,” I muttered.
“What?” he asked, all innocence. Gah, to be young, dumb, and full of cum. That had once been me. Although…maybe never quitethatdumb.
Another voice chimed in from the doorway. Mia, a sorority sister who frequented our parties enough to know us all. “Remind me to never have sex with Aaron.”
