Chapter 10
Ariel
“My—my ass?” I shake my head and try to squirm away. “I don’t think you’ll fit.”
“Oh, I’ll fit.” Lyle’s smile looks predatory, which isn’t at all reassuring.
I turn my attention to Austin. “You aren’t going to let him do that, are you, Daddy?”
Austin nods. “If he doesn’t, I will. And let me tell you a little secret…my dick is fatter than his. Trust me, you’d rather have Lyle back there for your first time. Once you figure out how much you love it, I’ll take a turn.”
How much I love it? They’ve got to be insane. Sure, the idea is forbidden and arousing. But the actual feeling of someone’s dick up in me like that? No, thank you. There’s no way I’ll enjoy it.
And I’m fully aware of how meaty Austin is—I sucked and licked his cock yesterday. Deliciously thick and perfect.
But not for my ass.
“Relax, little girl.” Lyle tweaks my nipple.
“Give Daddy some sugar.” Austin slots his mouth over mine, pulling me into a perfect kiss. He tastes sweet like ice cream. I suck on the tip of his tongue, eliciting a growl from his throat.
He backs up, tugging me with him toward the bed.
He lies down and pulls me over so I’m straddling him.
The heat of his body and the fabric of his clothes make a tactile heaven beneath me.
I rub over him, loving the way his jeans are rough against my inner thighs and his cotton shirt is soft against my nipples.
Our kiss continues, with Austin sliding his hand into my hair and tugging gently to direct the kiss.
With his free hand, Austin unfastens his jeans and shoves them down with his underwear. The thick, hard length of his cock is hot and tantalizing against my thigh. I rock forward to rub my pussy lips over him.
“Condom,” he gasps into my mouth. “Gotta keep you safe, princess.”
“I got you.” Lyle opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out condoms and lube. He hands me a condom. “Put it on for Daddy Austin, will you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I lean back and roll the condom over Austin’s length, squeezing his thick base while I do it.
“Fuck.” Austin throws his head back. “Princess, you know exactly how to touch me.”
I lift up his shirt, noticing the ink over his stomach. His entire torso is covered in designs. I flatten my palm over his abs while he yanks his shirt all the way off. “I love touching you, Daddy.”
“Do you think you can fit him inside?” Lyle gets close, reaching between my legs to touch my pussy. “You’re nice and wet, but he is very big for you, little girl.”
“I want to try, Daddy.”
Lyle grins and kisses me, his lips just as tantalizing as Austin’s. “I thought you might. Go ahead and lower down, see if you can take that fat cock.”
His words are dirty, but damn if they don’t work for me. I ease my hips back, notching Austin’s crown at my entrance.
“Ready, baby girl?” Austin’s deep brown eyes meet mine.
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He thrusts upward, filling me with his thickness.
My mouth falls open in shock and he takes advantage, kissing me and forcing his tongue inside.
Lyle rubs soothing circles over my back.
“There you go, little one. Look at how well you take him. Amazing. Just like your ass will take me. Nice and easy does it.”
I moan into Austin’s mouth, our tongues tangling together as his cock retreats before spearing me again.
Something slippery slides between my ass cheeks, and my moan turns into a whimper.
“Easy.” Lyle’s finger presses against my hole. “I’m just getting you ready for me.”
I clench, trying to repel him, chase him away.
He rubs my ass cheek with his free hand and pushes harder. “Relax for me, sweet girl. It doesn’t have to hurt.”
Breathing deeply, I try to relax.
“Look at me, princess.” Austin cups my cheek. “We’ll take good care of you. We want it to be amazing for you. So just listen to Daddy Lyle—he knows what he’s talking about.”
“Push out, don’t clench,” Lyle says.
I trust them, so I do as he says, pushing out even though it feels like the opposite of what I should do.
His finger breaches my hole.
“Ow, that—that—”
“Does it hurt?” Lyle doesn’t move his finger.
“No…I guess not.” I shake my head. The feeling is strange and foreign, and I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“Move up and down on Austin, okay?” Lyle keeps his finger lodged in me. “Up and down, just little movements. You’ll see it doesn’t hurt. You’ll see it feels good.”
I doubt it, but again, I trust them. So I do as he asks. I lift up on Austin, then sink back down again. The movement brings Lyle’s finger farther in. I whimper at the strangeness of it, but it doesn’t hurt.
“Nice, I knew you could do it.” Lyle bites my ass. Not hard, but enough to give me a little sting. He kisses it better immediately.
Soon, he’s moving his finger in and out, adding more lube when I make noises of protest.
“I’m going to add a second finger. It’s time to stretch you so it doesn’t hurt when my dick goes back here.”
I breathe through the added pressure. Austin keeps me distracted with slow strokes in and out of my pussy. Soon, Lyle is scissoring his fingers, stretching me.
“I think you can take Daddy’s cock now, little girl.” Lyle rubs his free hand over my ass, reassuring me as he pulls out his fingers. “I’m putting a condom on and we’ll use plenty of lube.”
A moment later, the thick head of his cock is notched at my asshole. He leans forward and presses a kiss against my shoulder blade. “Thank you for trusting us with this, Ariel. Thank you so much, baby.”
He glides forward. It stings momentarily, but then I’m just full. So freaking full. I close my eyes, overtaken by the sensation of them. These two wonderful, beautiful men. They surround me, inside and outside.
“Oh, beautiful.” Lyle kisses my shoulder again. “So good.”
Austin pumps his hips slowly, lazily pushing in before pulling out again.
“I can’t move,” I whisper.
“It’s okay.” Lyle nuzzles my neck. “Let your daddies do the work.”
“We’ll take good care of you.” Austin cups my head to his chest. “Just feel us move, let go. You can come whenever you want.”
I listen to his pounding heartbeat while he and Lyle alternate gliding into me and pulling out. The slide of their cocks creates a warm friction, and Austin changes his angle enough that my clit drags over his base. I gasp at the spark of heat it creates.
Austin massages my ass while Lyle pumps into me. Their hands are everywhere, stroking my skin. I moan, listening to their heavy breathing mixing with mine.
This moment is so special, the three of us connected like this, bound together. I’m caught between them and I don’t want to be anywhere else. I press kisses against Austin’s tattooed chest. Reaching back, I grab one of Lyle’s hands and squeeze.
Soon, the heat building between the three of us turns into a blaze. My nerves spark, my muscles tighten. I don’t want to flex or clench, but I can’t help it.
“Fucking hell.” Lyle goes still within me. “You feel too good when you squeeze me like that.”
I do it again, even though it feels weird and taboo to me.
Austin curses under his breath. “You feel that? How hard I am? I’ll fill you up, baby girl. Are you ready for your daddies’ come?”
I lift my head and nod, staring into his eyes.
“Are you gonna come for us?” Austin kisses me.
I nod again. That heat is building, building. The blaze is an inferno. “I’m—I’m close. But I’m afraid. It’s too much.”
“Let go,” Lyle says. “We’ll get you through it.”
I’ve trusted them with my heart. I can trust them with my body.
The white-hot pleasure crescendos into an explosion. I’m the sun, with heat flaring outward, overtaking everything. Bright lights shine behind my eyelids, blinding me.
The guys pump into me a few more times before coming. I can feel the extra warmth inside, the way their cocks twitch with their orgasms.
“So good, so good.” Lyle falls forward, but he holds his weight off of me. He nips my shoulder. “So fucking good.”
Austin tugs my face toward his for a long, languorous kiss. “Baby girl. Let’s do that again.”
“Every day, forever,” Lyle adds.
I nod, snuggling between them, knowing this is true. This is real.
This is forever.
* * *
Janie
One day later…
“All right.” Ariel narrows her green eyes at me. “Be honest. Is there something you need to tell me?”
I force a smile, while inside I’m thinking PANIC PANIC RED ALERT, AWOOGA, AWOOGA, because there is no way I can come clean about the one secret I have from my best friend.
It used to be a little secret. A tiny, harmless secret. But over the last few years, it has grown to gigantic proportions.
“No, what do you mean?” I laugh, trying to sound incredulous.
Her eyes narrow further. “You know I won’t be mad if you just come clean.”
“There’s literally nothing.” I fold my arms across my chest. “I don’t know what you think you know, but why don’t you tell me, so we can figure this shit out like adults?”
“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d be so pissed at you for that.” Ariel sighs, then grins. “Fine. Here’s what I know. You were at my dad’s house recently. Why?”
Not for the reason I wish, that’s for sure.
“This is what has you all twisted up?” I laugh for real this time. “We shared a ride from the airport. I was going straight to my family’s Christmas thing, but I wanted to freshen up first. Because you know Tag was going to be there.”
My ex. My parents invite him to everything—they just won’t give up.
“You’re still hung up on him, aren’t you?” Ariel’s expression is full of understanding.
“Yeah, well. They keep flaunting him, not caring that it’s him who broke up with me.” Although at this point, I wouldn’t take Tag back if he got on his knees and begged. It doesn’t matter how much my heart screams otherwise.
“All right—I’m sorry for coming at you like this. I just thought…” Ariel trails off.
“What’d you think? That I was, like…with your dad?” I laugh like it’s the funniest thing I ever heard.
She cackles, too. “I know, I know, I’m sorry! I know you wouldn’t keep a secret like that, and also, yeah, it’s ridiculous. He’s my dad.”
“Yep. Ridiculous.” I keep laughing, but if she only knew the secret I was keeping, she wouldn’t think it’s so funny anymore.
Because my secret?
It’s that I have a massive, devastating crush on her dad.
* * *
Christopher
I’m glad I cut the company vacation short and rushed home to see Ariel.
It was the right thing to do. Repairing our father-daughter relationship is my number one priority.
We were close after her mother died, finding solace in making our little family of two feel whole again with movie nights, barbecues with extended family, and trips to baseball games and museums.
Then I fell for her ex’s lies. I was blinded by my own worry of Ariel’s health and happiness, and I thought Leon was a decent guy who had her best interests at heart.
He was a fucking snake, and he betrayed us all.
So it’s good that I came home the day after Christmas and had lunch with Ariel. I think it meant a lot to us both.
Cutting my vacation short had an additional benefit: it’s putting distance between Janie and me.
Yes, that Janie. Ariel’s best friend.
I thought an upscale ski resort would mean bulky clothes, outdoor group activities. Zero temptation, right?
No. Turns out, Janie doesn’t ski. But she does love hanging around the resort, sipping hot chocolate that makes her smell delectable, and then donning a tiny bikini to hang out in the hot tub. I couldn’t tear my gaze from her.
She then decided to come home when I did, so we sat next to each other on the plane. We joked and laughed, and Janie fell asleep on my shoulder.
I’m old enough to be her father, but that didn’t stop me from noticing the way her cleavage showed at the neck of her blouse. It didn’t stop me from thinking about what she’d do if she saw how hard I was for her. Would she recoil in horror…or would she lean over and lend a helping hand?
Even the shared drive from the airport to San Esteban was filled with tension. I wanted to tackle her, or better yet, pull her onto my lap so she could ride me and work out our frustrations…
Fuck. Fuck. This is so wrong. I’m walking around my empty house, fantasizing about my daughter’s friend.
I should do something productive, like unpack.
So I head to my room where I left my plain, black carry-on. I pop it open, ready to get to work.
Inside aren’t my clothes, though. I find little sweaters, soft pants.
This is Janie’s luggage. We laughed that we had similar carry-ons, and I thought we made sure to grab the correct bags.
She came in to freshen up before the driver took her to her place.
Something about a family Christmas party she needed to get ready for.
She came out of the bathroom with a fresh coat of lipstick, grabbed what we both thought was her carry-on, and then she was gone.
And now I’m standing here staring at an open suitcase filled with Janie’s clothes.
Including her panties, zipped into a mesh pocket. A plain, pink cotton thong catches my eye.
Don’t do it, you sick fuck. Don’t do it…
I unzip the pocket and pick up the thong. The fabric is soft, a little stretchy. I lift it to my nose and inhale, pulling in faint laundry detergent, as well as Janie’s sweet scent.
Put the panties back, you disgusting sicko.
I shove down my pants and rub that soft, sweet-smelling fabric all over my dick. I rub it again and again, harder and harder, until I come, catching my spurts in her panties.
Her pretty pink panties are soiled. I did this, I soiled them.
I guess they’re mine, now.