Page 28 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
We’d been meeting up every night since Trace issued his challenge for me to exchange my high for orgasms with him. It’d been a little challenging at first. I’d found myself wondering how to fill my downtime. I’d reached for the weed once or twice without thinking, only to set it aside with a huff. But as the days went by, it got easier. And Trace’s incentive was well worth the sacrifice. I’d never had such great sex from the convenience of my own bedroom before.
My frat brothers had razzed me about all my wanking, but I’d shrugged it off. Nothing would stop me from meeting Trace night after night, sinking more deeply into this new kink I was discovering.
“The deal we made is done now,” Trace added. “You’re an adult and free to do as you wish. I hope you’ll be responsible and take care of yourself. Perhaps find healthier outlets when you’re stressed and let weed be your reward and not your crutch.”
“That sounds like good advice.”
I meant it too.
I’d been annoyed when Trace first issued his challenge. I’d been defending my smoking so long it was an automatic reaction. It wasn’t until I’d gone a few days without it that I realized just how reliant on it I’d become. I told everyone that I functioned fine, and sure, that was true to an extent. But I’d also smoked to avoid things: going to class, figuring out my goals, confronting my dad’s disappointment, dealing with my own disappointment in my mom, my fear I was too much like her.
Trace cleared his throat. “And now that we’ve finished the week…”
He trailed off, hesitating, and my heart gave a lurch of fear. “We can keep doing this, right?”
His forehead creased as he frowned, and he looked the least certain I’d seen him since the night I’d shown up at his B&B room, intent on exploring the spark between us.
“Please, Trace,” I said urgently. “I’m just discovering this side of myself. You’ve been so great. Don’t make me give it up.”
“I didn’t say anything of the kind. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“Sorry. I’m anxious.”
“I see that.” He sighed. “Cooper, I’m not going to lie. We probably should stop. For both our sakes.”
I started to shake my head.
“But,” he said, “I’m too selfish for that. I want to keep doing this.”
I exhaled noisily. “Thank fuck.”
“Watch your language.”
“You don’t mind when I talk about your cock.”
His eyes narrowed. “I can’t spank you through a screen, so I’ll have to get creative.”
My cock jumped in my pants. I wanted another spanking. Badly. The sting and burn, the slow spread of heat through my body. It’d been an incredible sensation.
“Don’t look so eager, brat. My punishment won’t be as much fun as you think.”
I sighed mournfully. “I wish you could spank me.”
He chuckled. “Don’t I know it.”
I perked up. “I could come visit you on the weekend.”
Trace looked alarmed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“We’re already doing this together. Do you really think it matters?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “We have boundaries this way. If I start seeing you in person, even just on weekends…”
“What?” I swallowed hard. “You don’t think it’d be good?”
“It’d be incredible, and I’d never be able to reconcile my friendship with your father and my relationship with you. It would be messy, and I don’t do messy. Not anymore.”
Not even for me,I wanted to plead. Maybe my eyes said it anyway because he sighed.
