“Oh.” I nod, whispering, my breath catching. That makes sense. But it’s not just the proximity to his daughter that makes this feel forbidden. It’s him. His heat. The way he’s looking at me like he’s already decided what we’re going to do in here.
Seth's right hand finds my throat—not tight, just present, just enough to make me focus on nothing but him. His thumb strokes slowly along the side of my neck before his touch begins to travel. Over my breasts, where my nipples pull taut beneath the thin fabric of my sports bra. Down my stomach, his fingertips dragging a trail of heat across bare skin. When he reaches the waistband of my shorts his fingers dip inside, slow and deliberate, brushing just above my pubic bone. His jaw tightens. His brows lift. A low rumble moves through his chest.
“No underwear?” His voice is strained, his eyes flicking up to mine, dark with something dangerous.
I shake my head, unable to form words, and his nostrils flare.
“Bri…” His forehead drops to mine, his breathing ragged as he teases his fingers right above my clit. “I’m dying here.”
“I am too,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out. “Touch me. Please.”
He pulls back just enough to search my eyes, and whatever he sees there must be enough.
With ease, Seth drops to his knees. His large hands tug my thin shorts down. I lift one leg, then the other, stepping out of them and feeling completely exposed under his intense gaze. I’m bare, standing there with nothing but my sports bra on as he stares up at me, eye-level with my pussy, his lips parted, his breathing uneven.
His fingers trail up my legs in a slow, torturous path—brushing against my calves, over my knees, up to my thighs. The anticipation coils in my belly, the air thick with tension until his hands finally part my pussy, and his thumb strokes down the slick center of my opening.
“F-fuck,”I hiss, my hands falling to his hair.
“Just like the night that we met,” he murmurs, his voice rough with lust. “You’re perfect.
I’m already soaked, my body is turned on unbelievably, and I can’t tear my eyes from his. He watches as he slides his first finger inside me. My head tips back, a broken moan claws up my throat. I feel my pussy clench around the intrusion instantly.
He pulls his fingers out, lifts his gaze, and then slides his fingers into his mouth—sucking them clean with a low, satisfied hum.
“Fucking delicious.” His tongue flicks over his knuckles, his eyes locked on mine like he’s daring me to look away.
I don’t. I can’t. Because in the next moment he drops his head and drags one long, filthy lick from my opening to my clit, and my knees nearly give out.
“Seth,” I gasp, grabbing for his hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands like an anchor.
He flicks his eyes up, checking in with me. I manage a nod and to take in some air before saying, “Again.”
He does. One slow lick. One teasing flick of my clit.
Another look, another check-in.
“Again,” I whisper, desperate now. I’m on my toes, every muscle on alert, my clit throbbing.
He obeys. Over and over until I’m soaked and throbbing, until his low growls vibrate against me and he’s humming like this gets him off more than anything else. His grip tightens on my thighs, hauling me higher in the air until I’m settled on the edge of a shelf in the closet with my heels planted and knees butterflied open. Then his mouth is back on me, sloppier this time.
“Seth,” I choke out, tugging hard on his hair, holding him to me even though it’s too much—too intense, too good, too everything.
It’s loud.
It’s messy.
It’s us.
And when he slides two thick fingers deep inside, curling just right while his mouth latches onto my clit, I shatter. My body clamps down, my vision blanks and I come hard, moaning his name loudly before I can stop myself.
I tremble through the aftershocks, and he doesn’t let me go—doesn’t stop to give my body a rest. He kisses me everywhere. Across my thighs with soft bites and licks, scattering heat across my raw, sensitive skin as if he has no intention of giving me back.
“You’re sweet,” he murmurs, pressing one last kiss atop my sensitive clit before helping me down from the ledge. “We’re not finished,” he says right before he grips the back of my neck and kisses me again.
When we pull away, Seth spins me around, his hands guiding me into position.
“Gonna fuck you in my closet like Mr. Wellington now,” he growls against my ear, his teeth grazing the delicate skin there. “Then maybe we can end the night with some vanilla sex in my bed.”
