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August 25 - August 27, 2024
“Makes me wonder what you taste like in other places.” That smile turns challenging. “And you think you’ll have the opportunity to find out?” “Oh, I know I will. The question is, will I lay you out on my bed to do it? Or maybe my kitchen counter, or the bathtub? Or maybe, since you seem a bit sinful, you’d prefer out on the terrace?”
“I’m going to lay you out on this bar, and then I’m going to pull off your panties and drink right from the tap.” She scoffs, but it’s breathy and sensual. “What?” “Yes. I’ve finally decided on what I want, and it’s not on this menu. It’s you. One kiss told me the only thing that will satisfy me is you. That spot between your legs, if I’m being honest.” “You’re insane. That’s—” She shakes her head, the move jerky. “That’s disgusting.”
“Really? You’re telling me that the idea of me licking you clean, the idea of me using my tongue to play with your clit and pressing my fingers against your G-spot is disgusting?”
“You telling me that my tongue on your pussy isn’t exactly what you’ve wanted since the moment you sat down next to me? That you didn’t come to this bar with that plan in your head?”
“You telling me that you haven’t been fantasizing about me fucking you since the moment you sat down next to me? That the mere thought of it doesn’t have you dripping for me right now?” “Yes,” she whispers.
“Yes, you’re telling me the thought hasn’t crossed your mind? Or yes, you’re admitting that if I slid my hand up your dress and dipped my fingers between your legs right now, I’d feel just how drenched you are for me?” “That,” she stutters. “That one. Yes.” “Mmm.” Grasping her thigh, I lean back and holler “you’ve got five minutes” to the bartender.
Holy shit. My dad’s best friend is tongue-fucking me on a bar top in the middle of Boston.
“Please don’t be. I’ll remember that moment for the rest of my life. The way you owned that orgasm. The way you exploded for me. Fuck, I love how responsive you are. How you know what you want. How you enjoy life. I see it in everything you’ve done tonight.”
“Honestly, I’ve been in a bit of a funk for the last few months, and if you hadn’t called me on it, I’d still be. But god, you knocked me on my ass tonight.”
“I want to turn you around so I can see your face, but damn if I don’t love holding your tits like this. Fuck, Peaches, you are perfect.”
“Fuck, Peaches, I’m losing my mind. You’re squeezing my fingers so perfectly. I can’t wait to get inside you. Tell me you’ll let me have you. Tell me you’re mine tonight.” “Yours, Gavin, I’m all yours,” I promise.
“I’m going to make you come one more time on my tongue,” he says, still worshipping my breasts. “You’ve already made me come once,” I breathe, dropping my head back and tugging at his hair. “I should take care of you.”
“Letting me eat you out is taking care of me, Peaches. You’re feeding me my goddamn favorite snack. Now please, can I eat?”
“Oh, Peaches.” He curls his fingers inside me. “I’d gladly suffer for you. Break me, torture me with this perfect pussy, just promise you’ll kiss it better.”
“Breathe, baby. I got you.” His words are a soft caress, and then his lips coax gentle kisses from me, relaxing me further. “I want to take this slow,” he adds. “It’s been forever for me, and I want to last.”
“Oh fuck, Peaches. Where do you want my cum?” “Inside me,” I pant, head thrown back.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that. I get how this works.” Keeping my head down, I continue my search. “We had sex. It was amazing. Thank you. I’ll get out of your hair now.” With the bathroom light casting him in silhouette, he plants his hands on his hips and watches me. “I know it was your first time.”
“No, Peaches. You were perfect. And because I’m livid with myself for having taken that from you after only just meeting you, I’d really appreciate it if you’d let me take care of you. I ran a bath for you. You’re probably sore.”
“How old are you?” “Twenty-two,” I hiccup. “Jesus.” He sucks in a harsh breath and then squeezes me tighter. “That bad?” I let out a trembling laugh. “No, I just—Fuck, my best friend’s kids are twenty-two. Makes me feel old is all.” I wince. Shit. He’s talking about my brother and me and he has no idea. Swallowing back the guilt, I tip my head back and eye him above me. “Believe me, you can keep up.” His chest rumbles behind me. “You bet your ass I can. Why do you think I’m pampering you now? Gotta get you ready for another round.”
“So tell me, Coach, how do you feel about blow jobs?”
Next up, Daniel. I pass a lei his way, and as he takes it, he turns to his seatmate. “Want one, Mills?” The woman looks up then, and I practically choke on my own saliva. Peaches, my fucking Peaches, is sitting cozily next to Daniel Hall, the known playboy on my hockey team. As soon as her golden eyes meet mine, they double in size behind her oversized black glasses.
“Puck bunnies aren’t allowed on the team plane,” I grit out like an asshole. I’m speaking to Daniel, but I can’t take my fucking eyes off her. Her face is free of makeup and dotted with freckles. But beneath them, her cheeks go rosy as she blinks up at me. “Gavin,” Brooks warns. I can barely hear him over the thundering of my heart. My focus is set on her and the anger brewing in my gut. Daniel makes a choking sound beside her. “This isn’t a puck bunny. This is Millie, my twin sister.” Holy. Fuck. A burst of air I didn’t know I was holding whooshes out of me, and I inhale greedily, drowning in
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“Why would your dad—” That’s when it hits me. Holy fuck, Millie is Millie Hall. Peaches is Ford’s daughter. My stomach plummets, and every ounce of relief I felt only seconds ago is sucked from me like I’ve been tossed into a black hole. I fucked Millie Hall. I fucked my best friend’s daughter. So many times. Fuck. I took my best friend’s daughter’s virginity. Holy shit.
“Open,” I say as I lift the tequila bottle. She parts her lips and, focus fixed on me, sticks out her tongue. My cock strains against my pants as I pour the liquid straight into her mouth. The second I pull it away, I dive forward and suck on her tongue. And a moment later, the bottle is in the sand, and I’m pulling her onto my lap.
“Gavin, god.” She throws her head back. Then her lips are brushing mine again. “I need you.” “I can’t fuck you now that I know who you are.” It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. “Can I fuck you? Can I just—” I slam my lips to hers again before she can finish that question. There isn’t a world where I’m not filling her up when she’s begging for it. I slide my hands beneath her dress and pull her panties to the side. “Take my cock out and ride me, Peaches. Make yourself come. Use me.”
“Sit on me, Millie. Use my cock like you’d use a vibrator. It’s not wrong when you fuck a toy, right? So just…use me to get off.”
“I’ve never had a toy this large, and believe me, I have never made myself come the way you do.”
“Peaches, I’m gonna come so hard, and then you’ll be walking through this resort with my cum dripping down your leg.” She grasps the front of my shirt and works herself over me faster. “Hold it, and I’ll do ya one better.”
“That’s a good girl. Look at you riding my cock, taking what you want. So beautiful. So fucking perfect.”
I pull her top down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. After a couple of strokes with my tongue and another long pull, she shatters, crying out my name as she does. My vision goes dark, and I’ve barely recovered from the feel of her squeezing me when she lifts off me, then lowers down and sucks me into her perfect mouth. “What the fuck are you doing?” I growl, tangling my hand in her hair and pulling her head back. Fucking her to make her come was one thing. Allowing her to blow me? That—fuck. “Millie, please, baby. That feels too good. I’m gonna come down your throat.”
“You flew all the way to Paris, tracked down my apartment, and waited outside my door for—” “Three hours.” My breath catches. “Three hours?” I shake my head. “You did all that, and you don’t know why you’re here?”
“I couldn’t stand being where you weren’t.” His words are a vise around my heart, squeezing so tight that I’m dizzy. “What does that mean?” Gavin shakes his head and licks his lips. “I don’t know that either. I just—I wanted to see you, so I got on a plane, and here I am.”
“I haven’t touched you in 461 days. Please get the fuck over here and let me hold you.”
“Yeah, I’ll sing.” “But I didn’t give you anything.” “Not true, Coach.” She presses a small kiss against my jaw and stands. “You came to see me.” And then, in a voice so low her words are almost imperceptible, she says, “And that is giving me everything.”
“No, Peaches. It’s not more. It’s everything. Being with you this weekend, without the sex, has shown me that I’d rather sit in a room and do absolutely nothing with you than spend an hour living it up with anyone else. This isn’t about sex. It’s not about the forbidden. It’s not a game or a mid-life crisis. I like you. A lot.” “Then why won’t you kiss me?” “Because you’re not ready.” Her brows furrow in an adorable, annoyed expression. “What? How can you say that?”
“I’m not saying this to hurt you, Millie.” I rub my thumb over her smooth skin. “I’m saying this because I care about you. I care about you so fucking much it doesn’t make sense. I’ve been friends with your father for years, and he’d fucking kill me if he knew what I was doing, but I’m doing it anyway because I. Care. About. You.” I annunciate each word, hoping I can get through to her.
“Don’t I know it. Talk to me about fair. The girl I’m crazy about is half my age and my best friend’s daughter. Plus she lives three thousand miles away.” “How do you even know you’re still crazy about me? You haven’t even kissed me in more than a year.”
Me: Text me when you land, please. Coach: Just touched down. Me: Is it pathetic to say I miss you? Coach: If it is, then I am too. Me: Pathetic? Coach: Missing you like crazy. Me: And yet you refused to kiss me. Coach: You damn well know it isn’t because I didn’t want to. Me: That’s what you tell all the girls. Coach: There are no other girls, Peaches. * * * Coach: How was work today? Me: Your sister was amazing. She got a standing ovation. It was incredible. Coach: You’re incredible. Me: Ha. Flattery will get you everywhere. Coach: Oh yeah? Like where? Coach: You’re just going to leave me
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“Oh, the full name. I must have done something really bad if you’re pulling that out.” I hold both hands out, then, still on my knees, I slide my palms down my stomach and to my hips until my thumbs have dipped beneath the fabric of my leggings. “Don’t do it, baby. Please.” Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I give him a saucy smile. “But I miss you, and since you aren’t here to take care of me, I need to take care of myself.” I slide my pants down, revealing that I’m also not wearing panties.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Grab the phone and lay down.” There he is.
“What should I do next?” “Slide your fingers inside your pussy. Tell me if you’re wet.” I obey, first sliding a finger against my clit, then dipping into my heat. The moan that works its way out of me as I arch my back is loud and long. “So wet.” “Show me.”
“Oh, Peaches, do you have any idea how good you taste? If I were there, I’d be licking that finger clean.” I whimper at the memory that confession conjures, and the heat low in my belly ignites. “It’s been so long,” I whine. “I know, baby. Let me ease that ache. Circle that needy clit for me.” “Do you want me to move my phone so you can see?” Gavin shakes his head quickly, jaw pulsing. “No. I want to watch your face flush. I want to see the way your lips part and how you sink your teeth into that peach flesh when it becomes too much. I want to memorize every glorious expression, because you
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“When I taught you how to deep-throat me.” I nod. “Yeah. I loved having your cock in my mouth.” “Fuck,” he hisses, pushing back in his seat. “I loved how you pulled my hair back for me, how you fisted it and tugged just a little, then told me to stick out my tongue.”
“Come on, Gavin. Take out your cock and fist it. Pretend I’m sucking on it. Remember how good it felt when you slid inside my hot mouth and then told me to hollow my cheeks and lick. God, I can still feel the vein that throbbed as I did it. You were so hard, and I loved every minute of it.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to fucking jack off in my office right now. You are such a bad influence.”
“If you were here, I’d force you onto your knees for getting me to do this, and I’d fuck your throat.” “Oh my god. I would love that.” “I know you would. You’re filthy and perfect.” “For you I am. Roll your thumb over your head. Let me see if you’re wet.” Gavin gives me a dark look. “That’s my line.” A thrill races through me at his wicked tone. “I learned from the best.” “Damn right you did.”
“Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” he grits out. “Pinch that fucking clit and hold on for me.”
“Oh, we’re not stopping until I see those pretty little lips fall open and you’re crying my name.” “Deal.” “Prop the phone up with a pillow so I can see you, baby. Then I want you to do everything I say.” “Yes,” I pant, ready to lose myself in him. No more overthinking. No more second-guessing. I want this man, and I want to come.
“That’s my good girl,” he urges. “Fill that greedy cunt with two fingers just like I would and circle that clit. If I were there right now, I’d flip you over and force you to ride my face while you sucked my cock. I’d have to remind you to breathe because you’d be so caught up in rubbing that needy pussy all over me, begging to come.”
“But you wouldn’t listen. You’d keep sucking because you love having my cock in your mouth. You love bringing it all the way to the back of your throat and showing me how fucking incredible you are at taking all of me.”
