My Best friend's Dad 1

I never planned for anything to happen. I was just spending the weekend at my best friend’s house like I’d done a hundred times before. But this time felt different. Emily had fallen asleep early after we binge-watched movies. Her mom was out of town for work, so the house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV downstairs. I couldn’t sleep. Too hot, too restless. I crept out of her room in just an oversized t-shirt and panties, hoping to grab some water from the kitchen. That’s when I saw him. Mr. Reynolds, Emily’s dad, sat on the couch in the living room, wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest. He looked up from his laptop as I walked in. At forty-two, he still had that strong, handsome look that made my stomach flip every time I came over. “Sophie,” he said, voice low and surprised. “Can’t sleep?” I shook my head and walked to the fridge. “It’s too warm upstairs. Mind if I get some water?” “Go ahead.” His eyes followed me as I reached for a bottle. I could feel his gaze on my bare legs. When I turned around, he quickly looked back at his screen, but it was too late. I’d caught him. I took a slow sip, leaning against the counter. “What are you working on so late?” “Some contracts for Monday,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nothing exciting.” I walked closer and sat on the arm of the couch, my t-shirt riding up my thighs. “You should take a break. You work too hard, Mr. Reynolds.” He gave a tired smile. “You’ve been calling me that since you were fifteen. Call me David.” “David,” I repeated softly, testing how it felt. It sounded dangerous coming from my mouth. He closed his laptop and set it aside. The way he looked at me changed. No longer the polite dad of my best friend. His eyes lingered on my chest, where my n*****s pressed against the thin fabric. “You’ve grown up a lot, Sophie,” he said quietly. My heart beat faster. “Is that a bad thing?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stood up and walked over to me. He was tall, much taller than me. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “It’s complicated,” he murmured. “You’re my daughter’s best friend.” “I’m nineteen,” I whispered. “Not a kid anymore.” David reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my neck. “I know. That’s the problem.” The air between us felt thick. I could smell his cologne woody and masculine. Without thinking, I placed my hand on his chest. His heart was pounding just as hard as mine. “Sophie…” he warned, but he didn’t move away. I slid my hand lower, feeling the hard muscle underneath his shirt. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He stared at me for a long moment. Then he let out a slow breath. “I should. God, I really should.” But he didn’t. Instead, he cupped my face and kissed me. It started slow, almost hesitant, but the second our tongues touched, something snapped. He kissed me harder, deeper, like a man who’d been holding back for too long. I moaned softly into his mouth and pressed my body against his. His hands moved down my back and gripped my ass, pulling me closer. I could feel him getting hard through his sweatpants. “f**k,” he breathed against my lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” “I know,” I whispered, but I reached down and stroked him through the fabric anyway. He was big. Thicker than any guy I’d been with. David groaned and kissed my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. “Your friend is upstairs.” “Then we’ll have to be quiet,” I said, smiling. He pulled back slightly, eyes dark with lust. “You have any idea what you’re asking for?” I squeezed him gently. “I think I do.” He lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing. His hands slid under my t-shirt and found my breasts. He squeezed them, thumbs brushing over my hard n*****s. “These are perfect,” he muttered, then leaned down and took one into his mouth. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud. My fingers ran through his hair as he sucked and licked. Heat pooled between my legs. I was soaked already. David straightened up and looked at me, breathing heavy. “Last chance to go back to bed, Sophie.” I spread my legs wider and pulled him closer by his shirt. “I don’t want to go back to bed.” He kissed me again, rougher this time. His hand moved between my thighs and pushed my panties aside. Two thick fingers stroked my wet p***y. “Jesus, you’re dripping,” he growled. “All because of you,” I whispered. He pushed one finger inside me, then another. I gasped and gripped his shoulders. He pumped them slowly, curling them just right while his thumb circled my c**t. “Quiet,” he reminded me when I moaned too loudly. I buried my face in his neck, trying to stay silent as he fingered me on the kitchen counter. The pleasure built fast. My legs started shaking. “David… I’m close,” I whimpered. “Come for me,” he said against my ear. “Let me feel it.” I came hard, biting his shoulder to muffle my cry. My p***y clenched around his fingers as waves of pleasure hit me. When I finally stopped trembling, he pulled his fingers out and looked at me with dark, hungry eyes. “That was just the beginning,” he said. My heart raced as I realized we’d already crossed the line. And I wanted so much more.