You're It

by Cleo White

As much as I like to pretend it wasn’t the case, once upon a time, I was in love with my father’s oldest friend.

This isn’t accidental, or instinctive, or a goddamn handshake. This is me, a man, putting my hands on her, a woman I want with everything I am.

However, none of them had the power to reduce me to a desperate, needy mess with only a few words. A desperate, needy mess who is about five seconds away from hitting end on a very important-sounding phone call and crawling over the center console to beg my father’s best friend to let me ride his cock.

“Just to be clear.” His thumb strokes the delicate, translucent skin of my wrist, and goosebumps erupt all over my body. “I have feelings for you, I’m attracted to you, and I won’t pretend otherwise. Not anymore.”

It takes every ounce of control I possess to keep from dropping to my knees and telling her right now. I love you. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life.

“Eyes on me, little tornado. Watch me get a taste of my new favorite meal.”

“I have a lot of frustration to burn off, baby,” he coos, leaning down to brush his lips over mine. “You’ll take it for me, won’t you? You’ll let me pound you into this mattress?”

My eyelids flutter. “Are you going to fuck my ass tonight, husband?” It’s an intimidating prospect, but I’m up for a challenge. To my disappointment, Dar chuckles. “No, wife. Until I knock you up, the only place my cum is going is your pussy.