Falling for Dad's Best Friend Page 2

  I take off my boots and step into the shallow water near the shore. It feels great. I regret not bringing my bikini. But then no one is around… except Derek.

  His earlier refusal to kiss me pissed me and I’m still feeling embarrassed and spiteful.

  A naughty idea possesses me. I’ll go for a skinny dip.

  “I’m going to swim,” I say to Derek as he catches up with me.

  “I don’t remember you being fond of swimming,” Derek says.

  “Me neither,” I say. “But the water looks nice.”

  “We can come back next time. When you have your swimwear.”

  But I don’t want to wait.

  Before Derek can stop me, I’ve taken off my top and shorts.

  “What’re you doing, Sara?” Derek looks away the moment he sees me in my underwear.

  “I’m going for a skinny dip,” I say, unclasping my bra.

  “No you can’t do it,” he say, still not looking at me. “Put your clothes back on! There’re other hikers around.”

  “I don’t care,” I say, tugging off my panties. “But you’ll make sure no one sees me, right?”

  I fling my underwear on a rock and run back into the lake.

  “Shit!” Derek growls.

  I giggle and shriek once I’m inside the lake. The water reaches my waist. “It’s nice and cool, Derek! You should join me!”

  He’s looking at my way now, looking torn. “Sara, listen to me. Come back here, please!”

  “No. Come get me!” I taunt him, laughing like a lunatic. I feel free. I’m acting my frustration out. First Josh insulted me, and then Derek refused to kiss me. I’m being punished. I should’ve taken Josh’s offer and let him fuck me. Then I wouldn’t have begged Derek to kiss me.

  But what Derek does next silences me immediately. He hitches his shirt off and throws onto the rock, and then he takes off his boots and his jeans, leaving his briefs on. He wades through the water, which is just below his hips. He looks so gorgeous, so hot! My eyes fix on his six-pack first, and then his V-abs and the bulge under his briefs.

  Just before he grabs my arm, I shriek and swim away. He curses and chases me. “Be careful, sweetheart, don’t rush. There’re some craggy rocks around and they could hurt you.”

  “You’re just trying to scare me!” I say, continue to doggy style toward the end of the lake which has more rocks. And then it hits me, or rather, I hit it—a sharp, hard rock below water. “Ouch!” I yelp and stand up instantly.

  “Are you okay?” Derek catches up with me, taking my arm.

  “I’m fine,” I mumble while lifting my hand from the water. There isn’t any blood or bruise, but a visible dent on the back of my hand.

  Derek rubs it while helping me to lean against a rock.

  We’re standing very closely, my boobs almost touching his chest. I barely notice the pain on my hand. I only know several other places of my body are aching for his touch.

  He must feel it too, because he stops rubbing me, and gazes at me with such intensity that my legs wobble.

  He catches me before I slip, and he carries me a few steps until we reach the rocky wall at the end of the lake.

  He puts me down and presses me against a smooth surface.

  “Sara, since when have you turned so naughty?” he says in a husky voice.

  My heart is throbbing in my throat and I don’t know how to speak. “Since… this… afternoon.”

  He smirks. “Are you saying I’m making you naughty?”

  “Y… yes.”

  He groans as he swoops down and claims my mouth.

  His firm lips are velvety as they suck on mine gently, even though he’s grasping my back and my shoulder tightly. I moan and part my lips. As soon as I greet him with my tongue, he becomes rough. His tongue ransacks my mouth hungrily, trailing searing heat in every corner. Oh God. This feels very different from Josh’s kiss. It’s infused with passion.

  I raise my hips toward him and press my wet pelvis against his hard-on.

  Derek groans as he cups my breast and kneads it with his rough hand.

  “Your titties are so fucking beautiful, Sara,” he rasps into my ear. “I wanted them the moment you bent down in front of me.”

  I gasp. “I know.”

  “You know? Of course. You’re such a tease,” he says while pinching my nipple. “Do you do this a lot? Stripping in public? Skinny dipping?”

  “No,” I say, licking my dry lips. “It’s the first time, Derek. I want you.”

  “Fuck,” he swears as he pulls away. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

  I nod. “Please, Derek. I always like you.”

  His eyes flicker. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

  I shake my head.

  “You’re making me a bad man. I’m not supposed to do this. You’re John’s baby girl.”

  “I’m not a baby. I’m nineteen!”

  “Nineteen is a baby, sweetheart. I’m forty, more than twice your age.”

  “Forty is young, Derek,” I say. “And I like mature guys.”

  He grunts, bending down to suck my nipple.

  “Oh!” I cry. “I like it. More, please. Derek!”

  After sucking both my nipples, Derek lifts me on top of a rock and kneels in front of me.

  He spreads my legs wide and stares at my center with glinting eyes.

  “Your pussy looks delicious, Sara!”

  I’m flattered by his lust for me. “I’m all yours!” I say as I glide a finger over my wet folds.

  He gasps. “Do you touch yourself a lot?”

  I giggle embarrassedly. “Only once a day.”

  “Fuck,” he curses. “I didn’t know you were so horny.”

  “I wasn’t until college,” I say, starting to rub my clit. “Everyone does it in the dorm. It makes me want to do it, too.”

  “It’s why I told you dad not to let you stay in a dorm.” He grunts as he grasps my hand. “I’ll take over now.”

  He nudges his nose between my thighs and inhales deeply.

  “You smell like paradise, Sara,” he says, looking up with his smoldering eyes. “I will eat you out.”

  Before I even gasp, his tongue is licking me. I wriggle. “Oh, God! I love your tongue.”

  After licking my folds, the tip of his tongue swirls around my nub, making me jump.

  He grabs my hips to steady me. And then, he spreads my thighs wider and thrusts his tongue into my pussy.

  “Ah!” I moan. It’s a delicious feeling that I’ve never had before. Although I’ve touched myself every day, it doesn’t feel as good. I feel the tension building up in my lower belly and I can’t stop writhing against the rock. Thank God it’s coated with lichen, otherwise my back would be bleeding by now.

  “I’m gonna come, Derek!” I croak.

  Hearing that, his left hand drifts up to my breast and he strums my clit with his right thumb, while gyrating his tongue on my walls.

  My moans turn desperate and I sound like a molly in heat. If there are any hikers around, they can surely hear me. But I don’t care. It feels too good not to cry out my pleasure.

  A wave has come and gone because I hold my urge on purpose. I love seeing Derek go down on me and I don’t want him to stop.

  This is the first time I ever let a man see me naked and let him touch me and taste me. The fact that he’s Derek, a man I trust and love, makes it sweeter. The fact it happens in my favorite mountain makes it romantic. The fact it’s public makes it exciting. This is perfect. I can’t hope for a better first time experience.

  I don’t know when I’ll have it again and I want it to last. So I hold it. I try not to concentrate on the pleasurable feelings. I look around to focus on the scenery, but it’s no use. No matter what I see, all I can feel is Derek: his tongue at my pussy, his finger on my clit, and he’s…oh! He’s rolling my nipple. I can’t hold it anymore. A tidal wave breaks the dam and surges through my channel.

  “Derek!” I scream, pulling his
hair fiercely.

  “Yes, baby,” he mumbles as he laps up my cum.

  He straightens to kiss me, sharing with me my own taste. Another spasm runs through my pussy walls as he takes me into his arms once again and strokes my back.

  “How was it, sweetheart? Did you enjoy it?” he whispers into my ear.

  “It was incredible, thank you.” I say. “Now it’s my turn.”

  I don’t wait for his permission before kneeling down. I tug off his briefs and gasps when his massive cock springs free. It’s larger than anything I’ve seen online. And it’s real. The musk scent already makes my mouth water. I grip it with both hands and stroke it, while watching his eyes turn dark. “Damn, Sara. Your hands feel good.”

  While stroking, I lean forward to lick his crown and his balls, making him groan even louder.

  “Shit. It won’t take me long,” he mutters.

  “Hold on,” I say.

  I close my lips around him, licking and sucking the head of his cock first, and then sinking down to take it into my mouth as much as I can.

  Derek strokes my head. “Oh, sweetheart. You don’t have to do it.”

  But he doesn’t push me away, and I think he enjoys it. I let his cock glide down to my throat, fighting back the gag, and Derek groans loudly.

  To reciprocate, he fondles my breasts under water as I blow him, making me want him all over again.

  “I love your titties,” he whispers.

  I suddenly get an idea, remembering what I see in porn films.

  I let his dick out and stand up a bit so my tits are above water. I place his cock in my valley and push my breasts together.

  “Holy shit,” he mutters as he thrusts between my tits. “Where the fuck did you learn this?”

  I smirk without telling him, letting him guess.

  I roll his inflated balls in my palms with just enough force to drive him nuts.

  “I’m close,” he says between groans, thrusting faster. “I’m gonna come in your tasty tits.”

  “Go ahead,” I say, squeezing his balls harder.

  “Mmm!” he let out a low guttural sound as his cock throbs and a rope of cream shoots up, splattering on my chin, my neck, and my breasts.

  Wow. I’m speechless at the fantastic sight. And then I come to my senses, I scoop up the cream and slurp it into my mouth.

  This is the first time I ever taste a man’s juice and I love the taste of it. Bitter, sweet, and salty.

  Derek kisses me again when I stand up. “You’re such a champ. Tell me, Sara. Have you done this with Josh, or any other guys?”

  I shake my head. “No Derek. You’re the first one.”

  He holds me tight. “I’m a lucky guy.”

  I feel the twitching of his cock and I reach down to grasp it. It’s hard again. I purr. “I want you inside me, Derek.”

  He pushes me against the wall again, looking as he’ll do what I ask.

  Just then we hear laughter of voices from the hiking trail.

  “Oh look, honey,” a man says. “There’s a small lake.”

  A woman responds. “Great! Just what we need. It looks cool. But wait, somebody is down there…”

  Her voice trails off as she probably realizes what we’re doing.

  “Shit,” Derek curses as he pulls me to him, shielding me with his broad body. “Sorry folks, we’ll be out in a minute. Would you mind giving us some privacy?” he shouts back over his shoulder.

  “No problem!” answers the couple as they walk away. “Take your time!”

  They sound nice. I can’t help poking my head up, smile and wave at them.

  “Get down!” Derek hisses. “I don’t want them to see your face.”

  “Why not?” I pout. “I’m not that ugly.”

  He stifles a laugh. “No, you’re definitely not. You’re beautiful, and you’re sexy. It’s why I don’t want anyone to enjoy the sight of you, sweetie.”

  The possessiveness in his voice thrills me. “I want you, Derek,” I whisper and kiss him.

  He groans into my mouth. Our kiss lingers on. And then he swoops me into his arms without warning, and carries me out of the water, with his back toward the direction of the hiking trail.

  Still shielding me, he dries me with his own T-shirt and helps me to put on my clothes. And then he puts on his jeans, and his wet shirt.

  We make it back to the cabin in record time. As soon as we get in the house, I hook my arms around Derek’s neck and kiss him again. He’s hard already and I’m wet. “I want you,” I whisper as I grind against his hard rod.

  “Jeez,” Derek mumbles as he slips his hand under my shorts to grab my butt. “Do you wear these sexy shorts to college, too? They barely cover your ass.”

  “Yes,” I say, teasing him. “They’re convenient. I can touch myself in the classroom when my hot professor lectures.”

  “Shit,” he shoves his hand toward my crotch and thrusts a finger into my pussy right away. “You’re a slut, Sara!”

  I shriek with delight. “Derek! I’m just kidding. No need to be mad.”

  “Kidding, huh?” he grunts and thrusts his fingers deeper.

  I’m enjoying the sensation. I’ve never insert anything inside myself yet because I’m afraid of the pain, but the feeling of Derek’s finger inside me is so delicious I wish I’ve tried it sooner.

  I’m wriggling against him when he suddenly stops. “Holy fuck. You’re a virgin, Sara!”

  I tense. “Yes, I am. And I don’t want to be one anymore. Please, Derek, pop my cherry!”

  He chuckles a bit as he stares at me intently, as if struggling to make the right decision. A moment later he shakes his head. “No, sweetie. I’m not gonna do it.”

  “What?” I howl. “Why?”

  “You’re my best friend’s daughter. I already did more than I should have.”

  “One more reason you should continue what you started,” I demand.

  “I can’t. I didn’t know you were… still a virgin. I was bewitched by your passion earlier. I lost my self-control. I’m sorry.”

  Tears gush out of my eyes. “Are you saying you don’t want me because I’m a good girl? That you only like sluts?”

  “No! That’s not what I mean. I like you, Sara, but you deserve a better guy. A young man your age. I’m too old for you.”

  “I don’t want any young man. I want you! I’ve always liked you, Derek. You know why I haven’t had sex with anyone else? Because I want you to be my first!”

  He looks astonished. His mouth falls and eyes widen. “Wow. I… that’s so sweet. Thank you. But… I can’t do it to you.”

  “Why not? Am I too young for you?”

  “You are perfect, Sweetheart, but I don’t want you to regret this. You’re whimsical. You like to do things on impulse. I can’t allow it this time. I want you to think carefully about it first.”

  “But I…” I’m going to protest when he stops me.

  “Be a good girl and listen to me. Go shower and change. I’ll take you to dinner and then home.”

  I bite my lips and swallow back my protest. I know from his expression, his mind is set. I obey his order and go in the shower.

  On our way to the restaurant I don’t speak, although Derek tries to lighten my mood by asking me questions.

  I let him order me a hamburger and swallow it down quickly. Even though I’m angry, I still have a good appetite. I finish my fries and milkshake too, before we leave.

  The big meal definitely improves my mood, and when we’re back in Derek’s truck, I’m able to think. I ponder on Derek’s advice. Am I acting on impulse? Would I regret if I had sex with him? Absolutely not. I like Derek. I’ve always liked him. Even when I was a child, I got jealous when he showed up with his girlfriends. But I didn’t give it much thought. After college, I was busy adjusting to a new life and forgot him for a while. But our reunion today rekindles my feelings for him.

  I want Derek to be my man. No doubt about it. I want no one but him, and I will not reg
ret it.

  And I want him now. I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to see him again. I have to act fast. We’re about a mile to the freeway entrance. I quickly cook up a scheme.

  I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Josh’s number. He answers on the third ring.

  “Hi Josh!” I say, loudly so Derek can hear me. “It’s me, Sara. Listen, I’m sorry about what happened this morning. You took me by surprise. But I thought about it a lot later. I want you to give me another chance. Would you be able to meet up later today? I’m heading back to the city now and should be home by…”

  I don’t get the chance to finish the call, because Derek pulls over and snatches the phone from me. He ends the call and gives me a harsh look, and then without a word, he makes a U-turn.

  I pretend to be mad. “What’re you doing?”

  “I’m gonna give it to you, baby,” he mutters between his teeth.

  I stifle a smile.

  Derek drives so fast that my heart hangs at my throat on our way back to the cabin.

  He pulls me out of his truck and practically drags me to the door. He kicks the door open and pushes me in. As soon as he closes the door, he scoops me up and carries me upstairs to the bedroom. I shriek while kicking my legs.

  Putting me down next to the bed, Dereck rips my clothes off and pulls down my bra, making my breasts bounce. He takes my tit in his mouth and sucks it so hard that I yelp. Oh, my! He’s mad. The realization sends a thrill down my spine. Derek has never been mad at me. He called me his princess when I was little and treated me gentler than my dad. I’m excited, and a bit afraid at the same time. What’s he gonna do to me?

  My nipples soon feel tender under his lips and my areolas tingle under his prickly scruff.

  I whimper with pleasure. I love the rough Derek. “I want more.”

  “Do you, now, you little slut,” he says, letting my nipple slide out of his mouth.

  “I’m a slut only when I’m with you, Derek,” I whisper. “Give it to me, please.”

  He sucks in a breath. “You’ve been winding me up, Sara. I’ve got to punish you first.”

  “Punish?” Fear fills me in an instant. “What do you mean?”