Page 10 of Staying Home with Dad's Best Friend
I gasp. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
He grits his teeth. “I never said that. I wanted you the minute I saw you yesterday. My mind is filled with dirty thoughts ever since. I was eating you out even when I was dreaming. Do you know how difficult it is for me? Your parents want me to take care of you, for God’s sake!”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make it hard for you,” I say, eying his bulge again, thinking how good it would feel. It’ll release the aching in my center. I bite my bottom lip involuntarily.
“Jesus, Megan.” He growls as he lets go of my hand and takes off his sunglasses. His eyes narrow as he stares at me intensely. “Behave yourself!”
“What do you mean?” I ask. Gosh. He’s so hot when he’s mad. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Why do you keep checking me out? Do you seriously want an old man to pop your cherry?”
“You’re not an old man,” I say. “But I’ll sit in the back so I can’t look at you.”
I turn to go, but he pulls me back. This time I lose my balance and fall on my knees. My hands are on his lap, inches away from his tent.
I lick my lip again and peek up at him.
Frank stares at me with his smoldering eyes, but he says nothing.
I slowly reach my hand to his bulge. When I grasp it and stroke it, I hear a faint groan. I run my hand over the hard ridge over and over, feeling it turn even harder and bigger. It looks like his zipper will break soon.
“Does it hurt when it gets so big?” I ask him innocently.
“Hell yes,” he mumbles in a hoarse voice.
“What do you usually do when it happens?” I ask, remembering what I heard last night.
He chuckles. “Do you want me to show you how I take care myself?”
“No,” I say. “I want you to teachmehow to do it.”
“Holy hell,” he says. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“Death by orgasm?” I say playfully.
His eyes are stormy as he fixes them on me again, and he inhales deeply as if trying to control himself. His nostrils flare as his chest rises and falls with each rapid breath, and then he mutters under his breath. “I’ll tell you what to do, you saucy little girl. Unzip my fly!”
I move to kneel between Frank’s legs and do what he says, and then I stroke his erection under the soft cotton of his briefs. I squeeze it a bit just to make him groan louder.
He sucks in a breath. “You don’t need any instructions, do you?”
“I do,” I say. “What should I do next?”
He tugs at the waistband of his briefs playfully.
I reach to help him out, but he grabs my hand. “Use your teeth.”
My mouth hangs open for a second. That sounds like a challenge. I glance at him, trying to decide how serious he is.
He wriggles his eyebrows as if daring me.
“I wouldn’t be responsible if I accidently bit you,” I say.
He shrugs.
I bite the waistband between my teeth and yank it down. I have a bit of trouble getting it past his erection, but I manage by pressing his bulge down with my chin. My nose rubs against the tip of his cock as soon as it’s free. The musky scent excites me.
Frank is breathing heavily and he raises his hips so the mushroom head rubs against my face. When I pull the waistband down to his balls, he wriggles in his seat and pulls the briefs down to his hips.
