I ran my fingers through his hair, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. I loved the days and nights I got to spend uninterrupted time with him, aside from me going to class, or him to work.
He was my best friend's father, and I'd never meant to fall in love with him. What began as a one-time thing—a moment of loneliness on both our parts when Junior decided to go to the University of Portland instead of the University of Washington—had morphed into something more. Something that I would never regret.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed but he gripped my arm, pulling me back down. "Where do you think you're going?" he whispered in my ear, sending the best kind of chills down my spine.
"You were asleep. Old men like you need their rest. I was going to go take a shower." I grinned at him, rolling onto my stomach and laying partly on his chest.
He flipped us so I was flat on my back underneath him, pressing his growing erection against me. "Tell me, little girl, does that feel like an old man to you? Hm?" He leaned down and nipped at my neck, causing me to moan.
"Fuck.No, not at all." I was almost embarrassed by the breathlessness of my voice.
He smirked at me, knowing that he'd gotten his point across. He placed soft kisses down my neck and along my collarbone before reaching my breasts and wrapping his lips around one of my nipples, swirling it with his tongue. My breath caught in my throat from the sensation that was over too quickly as he continued his descent down my body with his lips.
"Look at this pretty little pussy." He glanced up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell me, Isabella, who's pretty pussy is this?" He thrust one of his fingers inside me and my back arched off the bed. "I can't hear you; who's pussy is this?" he growled.
"Yours!" I gasped as he added another finger.
"You know I like to hear the words. I'll ask again: who's pussy is this, Bella?" He leaned down, taking my clit between his lips.
"Oh, fuck,"I moaned loudly. "Yours, Edward, it's your pussy. Oh, God, don't stop," I pleaded as he continued to work me with his fingers and mouth.
He curled his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside me as his tongue flicked at my clit quickly. It was only a matter of seconds until I saw flashes of white behind my eyelids as my orgasm ripped through me and I screamed his name.
"Holy shit," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "That was… I don't even know what that was."
He sat up on his knees with a smug smile on his face. "And to think, I'm far from done with you yet. You mentioned something about a shower?"
My eyes grew wide. I wasn't sure how much more I could handle after that last orgasm.
"Junior's coming home for the weekend. I won't get as much time with you as I normally do, so, I'm going to get my fill now." His eyes were full of mischief as he stood up in front of me.
My gaze drifted down his body. For someone who was pushing forty, he wasn't even close to having what everyone would call a dad bod. He was tall and lean, yet muscular in the right places. He didn't have a six-pack, but his abs were nicely defined from working out each day. I glanced up at his face, taking in the thick beard that I loved so much, along with eyes that were a bluish-green that resembled sea glass. His hair was a dark brown with strands of bronze and copper mixed throughout. It was in a constant state of disarray, so he always had that freshly fucked look. In other words, he was really fucking hot.
"Come on." He extended his hand toward me. "I want to wash you. I want to worship you and take care of you like the princess you are." He pulled me up from the bed and held me tightly against his chest. "And then, I want to fuck you raw," he whispered huskily in my ear before biting down lightly on the lobe.
My knees nearly buckled from his words and he scooped me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and walking toward the bathroom.
"Yes." I breathed out.
My eyes opened slowly and I stretched, feeling someone place soft kisses along my spine.
"You've got to wake up, baby. Junior will be walking through that door in an hour or so, and I don't think he's ready to know about this."
I sighed, my gaze focusing on him. I loved him; I loved our relationship. I loved the amazing sex life we had, but I hated hiding our relationship from everyone. I knew he wasn't completely wrong in his thinking because of course people would stare. They'd disapprove of our relationship, of our age difference, but I was nineteen. I was more than capable of deciding if I wanted to be in a relationship with a thirty-nine-year-old man or not.
I knew Eddie—or Junior as everyone else but me called him—would have an issue with it, since we'd been friends since ninth grade, but I also knew he would eventually understand. The longer we waited, the worse it would be. The same could be said for my parents.
The bed dipped as he sat down beside me. "Don't be mad, Bella. How the fuck do I tell my son that I'm fucking his best friend? The best friend that he's been pining for since the first day he saw her."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "We tell him that you love me, and that I love you. That I love him with all of my heart, but not as anything more than a friend. Tell him the truth."
As I stood up to get dressed, he grabbed my hand. "I do love you Bella, I just need time, okay? Please don't walk away from me because of this. I need you."
"I love you too, and you know I can't stay away from you." I rolled my eyes. "But you have to tell him sometime soon. I'm tired of having to slip away to my crappy dorm room and pretend that all you are to me is my friend's dad. I want to be able to stay here with you all the time and not hide us. Don't you want that, too?"
He pulled me down onto his lap, threading his hands through my hair and pressing his lips roughly against mine. "I want that more than you know." He groaned, and I could feel him harden beneath me.
"Aren't men your age supposed to have decreased stamina?" I smirked as I ground myself down on his lap.
"Did I not teach you a lesson about calling me old last night, Isabella?" He growled, holding me down on his lap as he thrust his hips. "Do I need to teach you again?"
"Mm, there's no time, remember? Eddie's coming home." I rolled my hips one last time before extracting myself from his grasp. "I've got to get going."
"You little cocktease." He grinned and threw himself back on the bed.
A/N: Okay, so I lied. I should have known better than to think I could only post a short prologue and not post the first chapter as well. So, instead of Monday, you get it too. and I'll be posting this on Fridays instead of Monday, as I had originally planned. I didn't think you all would be too upset over this. ;)
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