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EROTICA | PUBLIC SEX | FATHER’S BEST FRIEND

“How far are you going to take this?” he asks. “All the way.”

“Thanks for filling in on such short notice,” Dillon says.

I nod instead of saying you’re welcome.

I don’t mention that if my boyfriend hadn’t cancelled on me, I would have turned down the last minute job.

Dillon tilts his head and gives me a long look. “Everything okay?”

My smile turns from fake to real. Dillon is one of my dad’s best friends. He’s always been observant. He’s also my secret crush. I’d totally do him. Most of my teenage fantasies were about him, but he was married then.

I take a deep breath and shake those thoughts from my head. “I’m fine. My boyfriend’s just being weird.”

“Oh yeah? Weird how?”

I’m not sure I want to tell my teenage crush that my boyfriend has become a little disinterested. I try to work around Craig’s schedule because bar tending is my side hustle. But when I take the night off to spend with him and he cancels? Well, it pisses me off.

“Distant,” I say. “He’s being distant.”

“Were you supposed to see him tonight?”

I shrug as I start setting everything up behind the bar. At tonight’s charity gala, the bar isn’t free, so it shouldn’t be too busy. When the liquor is free, that’s when it’s crowded. But I prefer when people have to pay. They’re more likely to tip because they have to pull out cash or a card, anyway.

“Well, the bar’s only open for the first part of the night. When the dancing starts, there’ll be free champagne. Maybe you can hook up with him later.”

I snort. “If he can’t make time for me, I’m not going to go begging for scraps.”

“Maybe it’s time to upgrade,” Dillon says.

My whole body perks up. Is he flirting? That would be so good for my ego. I give him a saucy smile. “You applying for the position?”

“You just might be old enough for me now, Brooke.” He winks as he turns to greet someone approaching.

Halfway through the silent auction, I spot Dillon heading toward me. But over his shoulder I see something, or rather someone, that makes my gut tense. My boyfriend Craig has his arm around a brunette as they circle the room, looking at items up for auction. I feel the smile melt from my lips.

“Brooke,” Dillon says. “What’s wrong?”

“I just found out why my boyfriend cancelled on me.”

“What?”

I lift my chin in Craig’s direction. Dillon looks over just in time to see his date slide her palms up Craig’s chest and wrap her arms around his neck. He smiles down at her as she moves onto her toes to give him a kiss.

“Guess that means they’re not just friends,” Dillon says.

My hand grips the bottle of wine in my hands so tightly, I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter. I feel like such an idiot. And to top it all off, I’m in one of those stupid tuxedos for women, not exactly sexy or feminine.

“Do you want to talk to him? I can pull him over here, so it doesn’t have to be loud and public.”

I shake my head and bend over as I try to catch my breath, worried I’m going to throw up. Dillon comes around the small bar and crouches down next to me.

“I don’t think I can stay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be serving alcohol right now. And I don’t want to confront him dressed like this.”

“How do you want to confront him?”

I scoff. “In a sexy dress with a new man on my arm.”

Dillon’s lips spread into a wide, wicked smile. “Then you just need a dress.”

I can’t help it. My lips curve up into a half grin. I still feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, but Craig doesn’t need to know that. I wish this were a movie where I could somehow fashion the boxy, shapeless clothes I’m wearing into something trendy and sexy, but that’s not possible.

“Where am I going to get a dress?”

“There are a few shops in the lobby. Let’s see what they have.”

Thirty minutes and eight hundred dollars later, I feel like I fit in as we walk toward the ballroom.

“Thank you,” I whisper to Dillon for the third time. “I could have paid for my clothes.”

“Consider it a bonus for saving my ass tonight.”

“Like you’re saving mine?”

He shakes his head and mumbles something about my ass.

I nudge him with my shoulder. “What was that?”

“I said that saving isn’t what I want to do with your ass.”

I bite my lip and smile all at the same time. I wouldn’t have imagined I would feel excitement just moments after finding out Craig was cheating on me. That tells me all I need to know about our relationship.

“Well, let’s see how the pretend date goes. Maybe we can make it a real one,” I say.

Dillon slips his arm around my waist and pulls me close. “Maybe we should test this out and see if it will be believable.”

He turns me until our bodies press together. My dress dips low enough in the back that when his hand moves up, his warm palm moves against my bare skin. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer until our lips meet.

Dillon’s fingers press into my back, kneading the muscles around my lower spine, moving even lower as his fingertips caress the top of my ass.

When I moan into his mouth, he growls and pulls me closer. The hard length of his erection digs into my hip. The kiss sparks like a wildfire, burning everything in its path. When we pull back, we’re both panting.

“Do you want to go inside?” Dillon asks.

I shake my head.

“What about your boyfriend?”

“What about him?”

I don’t care about Craig. I’d rather slip into a dark corner with Dillon and continue what we started.

With a hot look, he takes my hand and pulls me back to the lobby. He looks left, then right. I see a door to the stairwell and it’s my turn to pull him.

I want to do something wild, something I’ve never done before. I want Dillon to be my first in some way.

Since we’re on the ground floor, there’s a shadowy corner under the stairs just like I was imagining. I walk back until we’re shrouded in darkness, then I turn to Dillon and pick up where we left off.

His hands are much more demanding here in the privacy of the stairwell. His palms glide over my hips and down my thighs. Then he lifts my skirt, inch by inch.

I pull his shirt tails from his pants until I find bare skin. He might be older, but his skin is hot and his muscles underneath are firm. I scrape my fingernails through the hair on his chest. He responds by pressing his hand between my legs and tracing my seam through my panties.

“How far are you going to take this?” he asks.

“All the way.”

“Fuck,” he rasps when I prove it by unbuttoning his pants.

He tugs my panties aside and presses his thumb to my clit. My eyes roll back at the friction and pressure of his touch. I fumble with his zipper, but finally pull down the tab so I can slip my hand inside.

His erection is big. It’s thick, and I can feel his pulse thrumming up his length as I grasp it. I slide my fist up and down, up and down.

“Shit,” he groans. “I don’t carry a rubber around in my wallet like I did in college. I’d promise to pull out, but it’s been a while. I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”

“Just long enough to get us both off,” I say as I lift my leg and wrap it over his hip.

He looks deep into my eyes as he pulls my panties out of the way and wraps his hand around mine to guide him to the perfect spot — my opening.

When he presses inside me, my head falls back until it hits the wall. No wonder. No wonder men always want to ditch the condoms. The stretch, the friction is more than….it’s just more.

When his groin touches mine and I know he’s balls deep, I take a shuddered breath. I tighten my inner muscles experimentally, and we both groan in unison.

“I’ve never ridden bareback before.”

Dillon closes his eyes and tips his head back. “You probably should have waited to tell me that until afterward.”

“Why? Will you come faster?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Probably, but I’m also going to fuck you harder.”

Before I can respond, he lifts my other leg around his waist, so he’s fully supporting me with a hand on each of my ass cheeks and my back pressed against the wall.

He looks down, watching as he pulls his hips back and we see his glistening shaft reappear. Then he slams his hips forward so fast and hard that we both grunt with the impact.

His rhythm starts slow, but then increases until it’s both fast and punishing. I grunt in time to his thrusts, my back rubbing against the hard surface of the wall. Gravity is on our side, pulling me down Dillon’s shaft with each forward push of his hips.

“I forgot how good it feels,” he pants.

“Sex?”

“Good sex. Risky sex. Anyone could walk in and know exactly what we’re doing. They’d hear the slap of our skin, our moans, our panted breaths. They’ll be hit with the smell of sex as soon as they open the door. And they’d know how fucking lucky I am that I got you to spread your legs for me.”

His words seduce me just as efficiently as the rhythm of his hips. I feel like I’m the lucky one. Instead of spending the night thinking about someone who didn’t give me a second thought, I’m here with a man who has a big dick and knows how to use it.

“Shit,” he says. “I’m close.”

And to prove it, he thrusts in to the hilt and presses me fully against the wall. Our bodies meet from shoulder to hip. Dillon continues to rut into me with micro-thrusts that probably do little for him, but press his pelvic bone against my clit in the best possible way.

I curl my toes and squeeze my thighs against his hips. I tilt my pelvis forward, pressing my clit harder against him. Then he swivels his hips, giving me a new sensation that tosses me over the edge.

My body locks down. All my muscles contract at once as fire zips up my spine. I gasp at the powerful pleasure, then try to arch my back, pressing myself harder against Dillon.

“I can’t…hold…back…” he grits through his teeth.

“Come inside me,” I say louder than I anticipated since it comes out on a moan.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

I feel his shaft jerk as warmth spreads inside me. He literally fucks me into the wall so hard that my ass is going to have wall marks.

Then we’re slumped against each other and the kiss Dillon gives me is so hungry and demanding that I shudder with it.

“More,” I say when he pulls back.

He chuckles. “I’m a little older than you, so I can only do it standing up once a day. If you want me to fuck you again, we’re going to have to find a bed.”

I smile up at him as he lowers me to the ground. My knees wobble, but hold me up. My eyes widen as I feel his ejaculate spill into my panties.

“Do you want to come to my apartment?” I ask.

“I was thinking I’d take you to my place, so your boyfriend can’t find you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

Dillon tucks himself away, then straightens his clothes.

We’re all smiles and giggles as we leave the stairwell. I’m sure that any lipstick I had on is long gone.

“Brooke?”

I freeze at the sound of Craig’s voice. He’s coming down the hallway from the restrooms.

“What are you doing here? And what the fuck were you doing in the stairwell?”

“Same thing you were doing,” I say. “Making out with my date.”

His brows that had been wrinkled in anger and confusion smooth out as his eyes widen in surprise.

“You’re here on a date?” he asks.

“Well, I wasn’t. But then I saw you kissing your date, so I figured that left me open to do the same.”

We leave Craig stuttering in the lobby as Dillon pulls me away. I don’t look back. I’d rather look at what’s in front of me.