Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
HAILEY
Beau’s head disappears between my thighs and he kisses my clit, then licks over it in a slow sweep.
I bite down hard on my lip to stop myself from moaning, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
He licks and sucks my clit slowly, gently.
He kisses me again, the feeling of his lips and tongue on me beyond perfect.
“You taste so fucking good, Hailey,” he whispers. “I could eat this sweet pussy all day.”
His words send a rush of warmth through me, and I feel the now familiar tingling, tightening sensation of an impending orgasm.
He works my throbbing clit with his lips and tongue, my hips writhing on the bed.
He sucks and kisses and licks me like my clit is the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth.
His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider and holding me still for him while he devours me.
He pulls back and blows a stream of air over my clit and I buck against his hold.
He does it again and then takes my clit back into the warmth of his mouth.
I clap a hand over my mouth to stifle my moan.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs against my swollen flesh, licking and kissing.
“I’m addicted to the taste of your pretty little pussy.
” He kisses me deeply, and I fight back a squeal.
When he lifts his head from between my legs, his green eyes are dark and glittering, his beard wet from my dripping pussy.
“Such a good girl, letting me get a taste of this heaven.” He licks my clit.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Lick. “Not in your dad’s house.
” Kiss. “Not in your childhood bedroom.” Suck.
“Not on this innocent pink and white bed.”
I bite my lip so hard it hurts. I want to moan. I want to scream his name. I want to beg. My orgasm is hovering just out of reach. So close and yet not quite here.
He laves slow circles around my clit, then sucks it gently into his mouth. “Mine,” he murmurs against me. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” When I don’t answer right away, he licks right up the center of me. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours,” I whisper shakily. I fist my hands in the comforter, holding on for dear life as my dad’s best friend eats my pussy on my childhood bed. “It’s all yours, Beau.”
“That’s right,” he says, his tone dripping with approval. “Mine to lick,” he says, licking me all over. “Mine to kiss.” He peppers my clit with kisses before French kissing my pussy in a way that has my toes curling and my muscles tensing. “Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to take care of.”
“Yes,” I whisper, sweat beading along my hairline.
“I’ll always take care of you, Hailey. Always take care of this gorgeous pussy.” His tongue dips lower, sliding into my entrance. I arch off the bed, moaning loudly.
Oops.
Beau chuckles, the sound deliciously sexy.
“Shhhh. You have to be quiet. Can’t let anyone hear what a naughty girl you are, letting me eat this sweet, dripping pussy in your dad’s house.
In your old bedroom.” He replaces his tongue with a finger, moving his mouth back up to my clit.
He sucks and licks and kisses, and I think I’m about to lose my mind.
“Please,” I whimper. I’m shaking with the restraint it’s taking to stay quiet. “Please, Daddy.”
“Tell me what you need, sweet girl. Give me the words.”
“Please, I need to come,” I beg. “Please make me come. Please. Please. I need to come. Please make me come, Daddy.”
Beau’s eyes flare with heat as I beg and he starts to eat my pussy like a starving man, his lips and tongue working together to push me closer and closer to the edge.
Every single muscle in my body tenses and I can hear my breaths sawing in and out of my chest in quick, harsh pants.
Beau sucks my clit, hard, and I start to come, my orgasm slamming into me.
I bite down hard on my lip, my entire body shaking, convulsing as my pussy gushes and spasms against his perfect mouth.
He gentles his licks and kisses, sucking at me softly as he brings me down. I’m trembling. Breathless. Sweaty and flushed and limp. He presses a final, soft kiss to my clit and then looks up at me, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing my inner thigh. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.” He kisses down my thigh and then stands, his eyes meeting mine. “Keep your legs spread for me, sweet girl. Let me see that gorgeous pussy.”
I obey, holding my thighs open, feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet completely safe. I always feel safe with Beau. Because I know he loves me. I know he’d do anything for me. He’s just as obsessed with me as I am with him.
He stands at the foot of the bed, and he’s so big that he’s all I see.
He dominates my field of vision as he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the leather sliding against his jeans making my pussy clench.
Is he going to fuck me? We shouldn’t. We’ve already taken such a big risk just by doing this.
If we’re gone much longer, people will start to notice.
He flicks open the top button of his jeans, lowers his zipper, and then pulls out his hard, dripping cock.
Beau’s cock is a work of art. It’s long and deliciously thick, with a perfectly flared head that turns red when he’s close to coming.
It’s red right now.
He spits on his hand and then strokes himself, his hand moving from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip in a smooth, practiced movement.
“Look what eating your juicy little pussy does to me, Hailey.” He groans softly and keeps stroking, moisture beading at the tip.
“You’re such a good girl for me that sometimes I think I don’t deserve you. ”
“You do,” I say, spreading myself a bit wider.
“Look at you, all spread out for me. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.”
His words send a rush of heat through me, and my clit is already throbbing again, fresh moisture trickling out of me.
He strokes himself, his gaze roving over my body, my face, my spread legs.
“You’re so fucking perfect. So sweet and innocent, but so horny and eager.
I’m addicted to you, sweet girl. I don’t care that we shouldn’t be together.
I don’t care that I’m twenty-four years older than you.
I don’t care how wrong other people might think we are. ”
“I don’t care either. All I want is you, Beau.”
He steps closer and taps the head of his cock against my pussy. “I’m going to come all over this sweet little cunt,” he says, his voice ragged. Raw. “Gonna mark you, because you’re mine.”
My stomach explodes with butterflies and I whimper, my pussy clenching and pulsing with excitement. He lets out a low groan, his hand moving faster now, his breathing harsh. “Fuck, Hailey. My sweet, innocent good girl, ready for Daddy to come all over her little pussy on her childhood bed.”
“Yes,” I gasp, the arousal spiraling through me so sharp and sweet that I’m close to coming again.
He groans, the sound rough and low. His cock pulses as he comes right onto my pussy.
I gasp at the wet warmth, the sheer filthiness of what we’re doing.
He comes in several long spurts, marking me all over.
When he’s done, I have cum on my mound, my clit, my lips.
Everywhere. He rubs the head of his cock against my clit, spreading his cum, and then pushes some inside me with gentle fingers.
He fucks me slowly with those fingers, still rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, and I come again, a softer, quieter echo of the orgasm I had a few minutes ago.
“There you go, sweet girl,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, sated. “You’re going to feel me all night.”
He slips his fingers free of my pussy and lifts them to my lips. I suck them eagerly into my mouth, moaning at the combined taste of us—my tangy sweetness and his earthy musk—and lick them clean.
He tucks himself back into his pants and then bends down, picking up my discarded underwear.
With quick, sure movements, he slides them back up my legs, covering my messy pussy.
I’m trembling from the two orgasms, from the feeling of his cum on me.
In me. Soaking into my underwear. He’s right—I’m going to feel him for the rest of the night. And I love it.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I sigh as he pulls me upright. “For every single second of that.”
He bends to kiss me, but there’s a sudden sharp rap at the door, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Beau’s hand squeezes mine, instantly calming me, but the adrenaline spiking through my veins has me on high alert.
“Hailey, you okay in there?” Dad’s voice filters through the door, tinged with concern.
Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit.
I clear my throat, hoping my voice sounds steadier than I feel. “Yeah, all good. Just needed a little people break. Be right down.”
“Okay. Dinner’s on the table, so come on down.” There’s a pause as I wait for his footsteps to recede. “Have you seen Beau?” he asks, and I freeze, my eyes wide as they meet Beau’s.
“Um, nope!” I say, my voice coming out high and breathy.
Beau and I exchange a glance.
“Okay,” he says, and I hear his footsteps head back toward the stairs.
We don’t say anything as we put ourselves together, straightening our clothes. I check my appearance in the mirror hanging on the back of my door, running my fingers through my hair. Everything’s back in place, but there’s not much I can do about the pink flush on my neck and chest.
I look like a girl who just got ravished. Because I did.
Beau points to my adjoining bathroom and I nod, understanding his meaning. He’s going to wash up while I head downstairs, and he’ll follow in a moment.
I slip out of my bedroom, my heart beating a staccato rhythm as I walk down the stairs.
I don’t look at my dad as I take a seat next to Kaylee at the dining room table.
The food smells amazing, but my stomach is such a jumble of nerves and adrenaline after almost getting caught that I don’t know if I’ll be able to eat much.
Dad is already sitting at the head of the table, and his eyes are on Beau as he enters the room, looking completely unruffled. There’s no evidence that he had his head between my legs ten minutes ago. Dad’s gaze flicks from Beau to me, a frown pulling at his face.
No. No no no no no.
Beau takes an empty chair several seats away from me, not so much as looking in my direction. I shift in my chair, feeling the wet slide of my cummy panties.
I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this dinner.
We dig into the food, and I do my best to chat with Kaylee. We talk about work, about baby names, about Christmas plans, but I can barely focus on the conversation. Dad’s gaze keeps flicking between me and Beau, a suspicious glint in his eyes that makes me feel a little sick.
“Everything okay, Hailey?” Dad asks as he passes the bowl of mashed potatoes to Kaylee.
I smile, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Yep. You know me. Just needed a minute of quiet.”
A few seats down, I see Beau reach for the platter of roast beef. “Everything’s delicious, Kaylee. You’ve outdone yourself,” he says, trying to take the attention off of me.
Saving me, even now.
Kaylee beams and blushes at the compliment, but Dad’s eyes narrow slightly. I try to brush it off, try to focus on conversation and the delicious meal, but every time I glance up, I see dad looking at me, looking at Beau.
I can feel the weight of his scrutiny. It’s like a lead blanket that I can’t seem to shake off.
The tension in the room is palpable, and I have the sinking feeling that Dad suspects something. The thought makes my stomach churn. I force myself to take another bite of food, hoping I look normal.
Maybe after the party we should hang back and tell him.
Or maybe we should wait for the ideal time, when he’s less likely to explode. When we have all the right words to explain our slightly taboo relationship in the least damaging way possible.
Will I ever have the right words? Hey, Dad.
So, I’m in love with your best friend who was practically an uncle to me growing up.
I know he’s twenty-four years older than me and our relationship is probably wrong, but I love him and he loves me, so hopefully that’s enough for you to not murder both of us?
Yeah. Needs work, I know.
Beau is doing a better job of holding it together than I am. He seems relaxed as he chats with Kaylee and other guests. He’s calm. Completely unaffected. I wish I had his level of cool.
But when our eyes accidentally meet a few moments later, I can see the tension there. He shoots me the tiniest smile, and I know he’s trying to reassure me that everything will be fine.
I want to believe him.