have him.
The dirty thought hits me suddenly. What if his dad hears us? He’s only next door, and the bedroom door is slightly ajar. He could.
“Hey, babe,” I murmur. He yawns tiredly and flips onto his back.
In one smooth move, I roll over and straddle his lithe hips, pressing my soaked pussy to his boxer-covered cock. I rock against him as he fully wakes up. He blinks in shock but reaches up and grabs my hips. “Lexi, what the—”
“I want you,” I whisper, leaning down and kissing him. He kisses me back, but it doesn’t do much, so I lift my head, grab his hand, and pull it up to my chest, making him cup my tit.
He groans, his cock jerking beneath me, and squeezes them, but not hard enough. It’s clear Justin is more…vanilla than me, but I’m trying. Raising my hips, I reach between us, tug down his boxers, and circle his hard cock. He stretches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom, slipping it on quickly.
Pushing aside my panties, I notch him at my entrance and then slam myself down, taking him in one thrust. Moaning loudly, I close my eyes and rock on top of him, lifting and dropping and rolling my hips, desperately seeking my own release. My eyes stay closed as I shiver and rub my clit, hard and fast, imagining his dad in the next room hearing.
Listening.
His hand wrapped around his cock as he fucks it, thrusting up, pretending it’s me. A moan slips free at that, so Justin reaches up, trying to cover my mouth.
“Shush,” Justin hisses. “My dad could hear.”
Fuck, I hope so.
Reaching behind me, I lay my hands on his thighs and lean back in a long line, rolling my hips and watching his cock slip in and out of me, wishing it was someone else’s. I stutter at that, at Justin’s face, so I close my eyes and turn my head slightly and get back to my fantasy.
I’m back to moaning in no time with Justin groaning beneath me as he fucks me desperately. I can tell he’s already close, so I race to keep up, my finger rubbing fiercely at my clit.
A noise has my eyes opening. It wasn’t particularly loud, but for some reason it caught my attention. Justin is too lost to notice, but I do. There’s a shadow in the hallway. I freeze for a second, knowing who it is. The big outline moves, shifting slightly, and the floorboard creaks again—that was the sound I heard.
I should be disgusted, I should stop.
But I don’t. My pussy clenches at the sight of him, knowing he’s watching me, so I roll my hips harder and rub my clit. I keep my eyes on Justin’s dad’s shadow, and with a whimper, I come. My pussy clamps around Justin’s cock as he grunts and stills below me. But I still don’t look away, my eyes on the shadow.
Justin reaches up and cups my head, turning me to him before sitting up slightly and kissing me. “That was great, go clean up,” he murmurs, as he slaps my hip to get me moving.
Swallowing, I climb off him, my eyes going to the door, but it’s empty now. Did I imagine it…or was he really there?
I freeze. Did I pick this short skirt for Justin…or his dad? Shit. Justin is already downstairs, and I can hear them talking. We promised to eat breakfast before we left. I’ve showered, done my hair and makeup, and now I’m staring at myself in the mirror. I wear sluttier stuff than this, but after last night, I’m questioning it. It’s a short pleated yellow skirt paired with a white crop top. But I have no other clothes, plus it’s hot as hell outside, so I tug it down and head downstairs.
They are both quiet when I come in. Justin grins while his dad stands—Tyler, I need to stop referring to him as Dad, or worse, Daddy.
Or maybe not.
Tyler heads to the machine in the corner. “Coffee?” he rumbles, his dark voice making me shiver.
“Please.” I nod and smile at Justin as I slip into the chair next to him.
Tyler leans over my shoulder, his arm brushing mine, making me gasp quietly as he places the mug before me. His chest vibrates behind me. “There you go,” he offers quietly.
“Thank you, Tyler.” I swallow as he moves away, almost slumping. He just carries such a power that it’s crazy.
He sits down, his dark eyes on