Chapter 13
Dina
“Oh, my god!” Pleasure exploded behind my eyes as Michael’s tongue worked over the sensitive button of my clit.
My fingers dug into my sheets since his hands were firmly wrapped around the back of my thighs as he held them up high. I was exposed in a way that should’ve had me blushing in embarrassment; instead, my pussy juices were seeping out of my hole and down into the crack of my ass.
His head dipped lower, and I gasped when I felt his tongue poke my back hole. “Oh, god. No. Michael…wait.”
Of course he ignored my protests, knowing it came more from shock than consent.
I focused on unclenching my ass muscles as I felt his tongue dip inside my ass.
The sensation overwhelmed me, and I moaned loud and long.
When he spat directly on my ass and licked his saliva around and in my puckered hole, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Finally, he pulled back, his eyes wild as he stroked his cock. “Ready, baby? It’s gonna hurt a little.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
We’d left his house for mine as soon as the last person stumbled out.
When I’d questioned where Lucy was, since I’d barely seen her at all throughout the party, he told me that he’d seen her leave with a friend.
I was a little hurt that she’d left me for new friends.
I mean, I’d made some new friends too, but I’d been looking forward to spending time with her.
When he’d seen my crestfallen face, he’d kissed me deeply. “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll all make sense in the morning.”
With that cryptic comment, he’d driven us home.
Sure enough, my house was dark with no sign of my mom.
We barely made it inside the door before he had my skirt yanked up, my legs around his waist, and his dick inside my pussy.
After that, he carried me upstairs where he laid me out on my childhood bed to feast on me.
When his finger had breached my asshole. I’d taken a deep breath and asked him to fuck me there. I wanted to experience him everywhere, and my virgin back hole was my last surrender.
I whimpered as I felt his huge cock pressing against my ass. His fingers petted my wet cunt. “Just relax, baby. Take a deep breath and concentrate on my fingers rubbing your pussy.”
I closed my eyes and focused my attention on the feel of my clit being pleasured. I moaned as his cock slid deeper.
“That’s it, baby. Just a little bit more. You’re taking my cock so well.”
There was a little resistance, mainly from me clenching at the unfamiliar feeling. I’d played with my asshole before, even stuck a few fingers up there and played around with the head of an old hairbrush. But this…to actually feel a real, hot, hard and huge cock inside of me was another experience.
“Rub your clit for me, baby. Pleasure yourself while I enter this tight hole.”
My fingers rubbed at my slippery clit, and before I knew it, Michael’s dick was fully seated in my ass.
“Oh my god.” I panted as I rubbed furiously at my pussy. “I feel so full.”
His hips started to thrust into me lazily. At first, it felt a little uncomfortable and a bit sore, but as I got used to the rhythm, that stretch started to feel good.
“More,” I demanded. “Please. Fuck me harder.”
“Baby…” His breathing was labored, his teeth gritted as he held back.
I shifted my hips up until he sunk deeper in me. I let out a scream of pleasure. “Yes. So good…feel so good,” I babbled.
I heard him curse, and before I knew it, my legs were by my ears, and he was thrusting in my ass hard and fast.
“Is this what you want, you cock hungry little slut? You want me fucking you like a whore? You liked it when I left money on your desk? Fucked you like a slut and paid you nicely, didn’t I?”
His words should’ve made me angry, but instead more pussy juice spurted out of me.
“Fuck, you like that don’t you? You like it when I talk dirty to you?”
His hips moved harder and faster while my fingers sank into my pussy hole.
His eyes stared at my three fingers pistoning in and out of my pussy.
The sound of my cunt slurping came faster and faster before I screamed out my orgasm.
Cum squirted out of me onto Michael’s stomach, and that was enough to set him off.
He held my legs as he groaned and grunted through his pleasure.
His lips met mine, his breath rough against me. “I love you, Dee. I fucking love you. This is it. You’re it. No one else for me but you.”
It was very early in the morning when we went back to his house. It was dark, and to my surprise, it wasn’t that messy. A cleaning crew was coming later today to help with the rest of the cleanup.
The house was quiet, our steps echoing against the wooden floor. We almost made it to the stairs before a small noise paused us in our steps. My brow furrowed, and then a low, feminine moan rang out. This time, longer and louder. It was quickly followed by a long, very loud masculine groan.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.”
“Is someone–” Before I could finish my sentence, a sharp cry echoed down the stairs.
“Yes, eat my pussy, Daddy! It feels so good.”
“Is that Luc–”
“Motherfucker!” Michael yelled out, dropping my hand and covering his ears. “Roman, get your fucking ass down here. Lucy!”
I heard a scream cry out above, but this time it definitely wasn’t in pleasure.
“Fuck easing her into it,” Michael murmured, his face red in anger.
I glanced up at him, confused. Lucy was upstairs with…Roman? The teacher. No, it couldn’t be.
But sure enough, Roman Drake—the man introduced to me as Michael’s colleague and a former teacher of Lucy’s—came ambling down the stairs. He didn’t look ashamed or embarrassed. I blushed when I recalled him busting into the room last night, catching Michael with his fingers up my skirt.
Lucy rushed down after him in a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt that I did not recognize. Her face was bright red.
She glanced sheepishly at Michael before doing a double take when she noticed me next to him. Her gaze zeroed in on how close we were standing.
“Dad? I–I didn’t know you would be home so early.”
“Evidently,” he gritted out. “You let him talk to you like that? He’s a fucking deviant.”
“You’re one to fucking talk, Thomas.”
He took a menacing step forward before I grabbed his hand and tugged him back. I mean, Roman wasn’t wrong. He’d said dirtier things to me in bed, although I was glad I never called him “Daddy”. I shuddered at that.
Lucy wrapped her arms around Roman’s waist, and he instantly relaxed, his face softening down at her.
She turned to Michael, her face turning pink again. “Dad, I’m sorry–”
She abruptly stopped when she saw our hands clasped together, fingers entwined.
“Uh…Dad. Dina.” Her gaze bounced between us. “What the hell is going on?”
Michael curved an arm around my shoulders and kissed my head.
“Oh, my god,” Lucy whispered.
“Luce. Pumpkin. Let’s sit down. I have a lot to tell you.”
“Fuck.” Roman ran a hand through his hair. “I was hoping to hold this over your head for a lot longer.”
Lucy turned on him, eyes flashing. “You knew?”
He winced and turned to Lucy, his gaze pleading. “I caught them last night, baby. Besides, we were too busy for me to remember.” His head dipped and nuzzled her ear, eliciting giggles from her.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Michael growled. “Let’s talk.”
“Are you really not mad?” I asked Lucy.
The four of us had just come out of an emotional, heated two-hour talk. We’d each gone through three cups of coffee—well, Lucy and I had; Michael and Roman busted out something a little stronger.
I confessed to Lucy that I’d been crushing on her dad for years, much to her disgust. She wasn’t pissed, just grossed out.
I told her about my embarrassing seduction attempt at sixteen, and how he immediately turned me down and told me off.
Michael made it extremely clear that nothing romantic or sexual happened, or that he felt any type of way about me.
“I didn’t develop feelings until she turned eighteen,” he'd stressed.
“Same,” Roman added.
“It’s hardly the same fucking thing, Drake. Of course my daughter was eighteen, but you were her teacher.”
“And you were with Lucy’s best friend. Also a student.”
Michael rose, his fists clenched. “But never my student.”
“But you knew her from–”
“Alright. That’s enough!” Lucy stood up. “You’re both acting like a bunch of babies when you both practically did the same thing.”
“Michael, apologize to Roman.” My arms were crossed, and I glared at him.
His brow furrowed. “Baby, he’s been with Luce since he met her. As his teacher.”
“And you’ve been with me almost at the same time. She’s my best friend. It’s fucked up, but what we should be doing is uniting. The outside world is not going to look at this whole situation kindly.”
Roman waved me off. “Michael hasn’t told anyone, and as far as the world is concerned, nothing will be public until Lucy is well into college.” He nodded at me, his expression remorseful. “You two have it harder, I reckon.”
He was right. Michael had known me since I was a kid.
Granted, he hadn’t spent much time with me alone, and my seduction at sixteen was a big fat failure, as it should have been.
Michael was too noble ever to cross that line, and I knew he hadn’t seen me that way back then anyway.
Still, tongues would wag. And my mom…fuck, my mom.
She was gonna hit the roof. We'd sent the two men off to talk it out and cool off while Lucy and I went up to her room.
“I mean, it’s fucking weird,” Lucy sighed. “And gross. By the way, you didn’t hide your crush from me too well.”
My face heated. “Really?”
“Well, you’d turn beet red whenever Dad was in the room, and when he’d talk to you, you’d stammer away before running off in embarrassment.”
I winced. I did do all that. “Sorry. I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. You’re taking this really well.”
“Well… I’m kinda hoping you’ll soften Dad a little.” Her face scrunched up. “Shit. That didn’t come out the right way. Gross.” She shuddered. “Just, talk to him and do whatever you do to get him to chill.”
She reached out and grasped my hand. “And, hey, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. About Roman.”
“That’s okay. I get it. It wasn’t only your secret to tell.”
She sighed again and lay her head on my shoulder. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but at least my best friend is as fucked up as I am.”
We burst out laughing.