Pleasuring my dad's best friend

Scott’s POV

“Nothing, dad. I was on my way to the art studio and slipped and fell.” Eliana said. Damn she’s so good at lying. Jack rushed over to us to see if she was hurt.

“Eliana, you need to be more careful! What if you fall and hit your head or something? You should—”

“I should stop burying my head in my phone, I know, Dad, I know.” Eliana completed Jack’s sentence with a smile. It was obviously something he told her often. Seeing the bond between them, how my friend sees his Eliana as his little princess, hurts me even more.

“Come on, Scott, this way we have to get her to her room. It looks like she hurt her head and her ankle.” Jack ushered me towards Eliana’s room. It felt weird holding her body this close, after all we’ve done together. Stealing a glance at her, I caught her staring at me, smiling. She immediately turned away when she caught me looking.

Jack stopped at a door and opened it. It was Eliana’s room. It looked girly— just how the room of a girl her age should look. I carried her over to her bed. She hurriedly hid something, not before I caught a glimpse of what it was. It was a photo of me.

“Dad, can you help me get Aunt? I need one of those healing teas.”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Jack hurried out of the room. I turned to leave as well but she held me back.

“I got my dad to leave so it’s just two of us.” She said with a smile. As if I care about being alone with her. She’s crazy— crazy in bed too. Lord! Something was definitely wrong with me. Who was I kidding? I would never look at Eli as that little girl anymore but as the woman I had a wild fuck with…the woman I still want to fuck. This wasn’t right, I have to keep my distance.

“Too bad Eliana, the last thing I want to do is spend time alone with you.” I said as I pulled away from her and continued on my way to the door.

“Is it because you’re afraid you would not be able to stop yourself from having sex with me again?”

“No, I could never have sex with you, never.” Although I spoke the words, my body said something different. She was right, I couldn’t be close to her another minute, I could end up doing something we’d both regret.

“You already have, Mr. Scott, and you fucked me real good.” She said, getting off the bed and walking towards me.

“I see you are very good at what you do—lying. Have you thought of earning from this talent of yours?” She stopped immediately at my remark. Good, it seems she forgot her own lie.

“Are you so scared of my dad finding out about us?” Eliana asked in a soft voice.

“yes.” I admitted shamelessly. Truth is, if I could go back in time, I would never have spoken to her, let alone have sex with her. She nodded her understanding.

“What if I tell him about us?”

At those words, I rushed over to her, gripping her arms painfully and shaking her. Hopefully, some sense is shaken into her. “You wouldn’t dare! Are you trying to threaten me? Was that supposed to be a threat, huh?!”

“Let go of me, Scott, you’re hurting.” She said weakly. I immediately let go of her. Brushing my hands through my hair, I took in deep breaths to put myself back together. “It’s Mr. Scott to you, you hear me?” She nodded her agreement. I glanced at her one more time and walked out of the room.

On my way out, I heard her say: “You can’t run from me forever, Mr. Scott.” Maybe not forever but for as long as it’ll take to get rid of these feelings.

Eliana’s Pov

My new found skill—lying, keeps coming through for me. I got my dad and Mr. Scott to believe I was badly hurt. Mr. Scott carried me to my room, I only wished it was for a different reason altogether.

“I see you are very good at what you do—lying. Have you thought of earning from this talent of yours?” Every word said with disgust. I was actually happy about lying skills for a second but now, I feel disgusted. Was all of this worth it?

I can not give up now, not after tasting victory. I can not force him into accepting this thing between us but I can give him a little push. I smiled as I watched him walk out on me.

“You can’t run from me forever, Mr. Scott.” He paused a bit then continued on his way. Even if he tried, he’d never be able to stay away from me, I’ll make sure of it.

Touching and pressing myself against Scott, ‘Mr. Scott’ had made me so horny. I’d anticipated sex with him but that won’t be possible. There’s only one solution to this—my fingers and my imagination and maybe a vibrator.

“Eliana, are you alright? Your dad told me—”

“I’m fine, aunt. I just wanted to get dad to stop fussing over me so I asked him to go get you…sorry.” I assured her.

After fussing over me, making sure I was okay, she left me. I went into my bathroom, started the bath. After taking off my clothes, I stood in front of a mirror. A soft smile spread across my lips.

I massaged my breasts with my hands, caressing and squeezing, wishing it was Scott’s hands on my boobs. Oh what it would feel like to have him in here with me, fucking me in front of the mirror while we both watched. A soft moan escaped my lips.

Walking over to the bathtub, I got in, letting the warm water caress my skin. The scented soap filled my nose. I continued with my ministration on my breasts with one hand as I slid one lower until my hands were on my clit. I massaged my clit gently. Soon I was lifting my hips, arching my back due to the intense pleasure my fingers were giving me.

I closed my eyes, imagining my fingers were Scott’s. I increased the motion of my fingers on my fingers, I could feel the build up of pleasure. For sanity’s sake, I slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping slowly and then increasing the pace until I was moaning with reckless abandon.

Every pump of my fingers into my pussy reminded me of Scott’s dick pounding into my pussy. My moans grew louder, more frequent. I was close, so close. Taking the other hand from my breasts, I moved it to my clit, massaging faster while the fingers of the other hand pumped faster into my pussy till I was enveloped in the intensity of my climax.

I convulsed, as pleasure so great, rushed through my body and I came with one name on my lips, ‘Scott.’