Dear Heart, You Screwed Me

Walking arm in arm with a slightly tipsy Connie we headed towards my apartment. Unlocking the door, she tumbled through it.

“Thank you for inviting me to thanksgiving,” I smiled, “I had a real good time.”

It wasn’t a lie. I did have a good time.

“You’re welcome, you’re always welcome. Sorry my dad is a bit stuffy and uptight, just old and stuck in his ways,” she said, flopping down on the sofa.

“He isn’t old,” I choked out a laugh, sitting next to her.

“He is,” she side-eyes me, “he is forty-five.”

Oh okay, so he is older than I thought. But, he still isn’t that old.

“Old man,” I laughed, reaching for my phone. “Just going to call my parents.”

“Dude, time difference.” She sighed; my eyes focused on the time.

Crap.

It was already gone nine here, so my mum and dad would be soundo by now. I’ll call them tomorrow as soon as I wake. It’s been a couple of days since I heard their voices or saw their faces. I missed them.

The pain crept into my chest.

Connie was smiling into her phone, I took a moment just to replay today.

I am sleeping with my best friend’s dad.

The realisation hit me like a steam train.

My thumbs hovered over his name, before clicking it and smirking at the message that presented me. My mind was still back at the table where he made me orgasm during dinner. He knew what he was doing.

Me: Guess who just found out how old you are… Old man.

Old men are not really my kink.

Before I could think about it, I sent it, nibbling on the inside of my lip as I felt the heat flush to my cheeks. Dropping my phone into my lap, I turned to face Connie.

“Right, I want to know details. Who has you smiling into your phone like a loon?” I asked, my elbow resting on the back of the sofa, my head in my hand.

Connie was laying straight on the sofa, her head resting on the back of it. She turned her head slightly to face me, holding her phone to her chest.

“I don’t wanna say yet, it’s going so well…” her eyes fell from mine for a moment before meeting them again, “I’m worried I’ll jinx it.”

“I get it,” I smiled at her, “but please just tell me… is it Kieran?”

She shook her head from side to side. “Nope, that cock has long sailed.” Giggling, she twisted her body now, her eyes searching my face.

“Good, he didn’t deserve you.”

“How about you? Anything I need to know?”

The answer was on the tip of my tongue, I hated that I hadn’t told her, but I couldn’t… even more so now.

“Nope, went out with Harlen. That was unexpected,” a laugh bubbled out of me.

“Unexpected, good? Or…”

“No, it was good. I had a real good time,” I smiled.

“Will you see him again?”

“I’m not sure, the ball was kind of left in his court.” I shrugged trying to throw her off. “Wine?” I asked as I stood from the sofa and rushed into the kitchen before she had even answered.

“Am I okay to crash here tonight? I can’t be bothered to taxi it back.”

“Yeah,” I shouted from the kitchen, uncorking the wine and pouring us two big glasses of red.

Waltzing back into the lounge I handed her the glass.

“Thanks boo,” she yawned, snuggling into my sofa and pulling the fur throw over her.

We clinked glasses before we got comfortable on the sofa with Jane The Virgin.

Patting around under the throws for my phone, I found it sitting down the middle of the cushions. Pulling it out, I nearly choked on my wine to see three messages from Killian.

Killian: Old man? Who you calling old man?

Killian: I’ll show you old man when I am throat fucking that name out of your mouth.

Killian: Answer me Reese, or is the brat back? If you don’t answer in the next five minutes, I will be over there and showing you just what this ‘old man’ can do to you.

My eyes widened as I saw the time. Fuck.

I looked over at Connie who was softly snoring, the hood of my hoodie pulled over her face.

Bang bang bang.

Throwing the covers back, I rushed up and ran for the door. Looking through the peep hole, I saw a pissed off Killian standing there.

I had two choices…

Open the door and let him bolt through.

Ignore him until he kicks the door in.

Slipping the chain across, I opened the door slightly.

“Sorry, this isn’t the care home. I think you’re lost and slightly senile,” I choke.

“I swear to fucking God, open the door,” he growled.

“No,” I shook my head, looking over my shoulder, “Connie is asleep.”

“And?”

“And nothing. Go away.” Pushing the door closed, his shoe slipped into the gap quickly. His fingers wrapped around the edge of the door as he pushed it open.

“Killian!” I whisper-shouted, stepping back as he stepped over the threshold and closed the door gently behind him. His eyes moved from mine as he looked over at his daughter asleep on the sofa.

His head dropped to look at me, his hand wrapping round my wrist as he dragged me into the bedroom and shut the door. I didn’t even have a chance to stop him.

His eyes darkened, that beautiful, strong jaw clenching as he stepped towards me. Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he pushed me onto the bed. The smirk played on my face, what was wrong with me?

He fell to his knees, his large hands pushing my loose pyjama t-shirt up round my neck, his fingers trailing down the side of my body, his lips following where his fingers have been. He squeezed my waist, feeling the smirk from his mouth on my skin and his teeth nipping gently.

“Killian,” I whine, sitting on my elbows as I watch him. His fingers wrapped in the waistband of my shorts before he ripped them down my legs, throwing them across the room. I gasped, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

“Quiet,” he ordered, his lips pressing across my pubic bone. I wiggled under his mouth, my fingers scrunching into my sheets.

“You want to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat,” he growled, his tongue pushing through my folds, swirling his tip over my clit. My hips bucked up, his hand pushing and grabbing my waist, holding me in place. His eyes lifted, piercing into mine.

“You better be quiet, little girl. We don’t want to wake my daughter now do we… I’m not sure she would appreciate seeing her dad tongue fucking her best friend.”

Oh fuck.

Plunging two fingers deep inside of me, he was rough. But I needed this. I needed the release.

“I’m addicted to your pussy,” he whispered, kneeling up and looking down as he watched himself finger fuck me. The hand that was pinning me down slid up my body, grabbing my boob hard, his fingers rolling and pulling on my nipple before he groped me again. His rough hands were all over me, marking me, owning me and putting me in my place like a naughty child.

“I’m close,” I cried, my head tipping back as the waves of pleasure rippled through me, his finger plunging in deep before pulling to the tip and swirling his fingers in my arousal.

His head lowered, kissing across my hip bone before he bit me, hard. He stilled, his fingers slipping out of me as he crawled over me and pushed them through my lips.

“Now taste yourself,” he groaned.

I licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“But that is as close as you’ll get to coming, only good girls get to come, and you, brat… are not a good girl.”

He stood, shaking his head from side to side before turning and walking out of my apartment.

What the f… that mother fucker.

Or more like, daughter’s best friend fucker…

Once he was gone, I lay frustrated and horny as hell. I lay there, my fingers gliding down my stomach before dipping into my shorts. Rubbing my sensitive clit, I felt the pleasure course through me. Pushing a finger into my wet, hot pussy I felt myself tightening as I came hard.

It was a release, but it wasn’t as good as when Killian done it.