My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 4

This is a consensual adult erotic fantasy. All characters are over 18 and fully consenting. This work abides by Patreon's adult content guidelines and contains no depictions of non-consensual acts.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart hammering in my chest as Matt clutched the pillow tighter, his face a mix of embarrassment and defiance. My mind was still reeling from the intensity of Jordan’s touch, the way his body had claimed mine, and now this.

Matt, my best friend, caught in the act, his erection barely concealed. The air in the room felt thick, charged with an awkward heat that made my skin prickle.

“Dude, I—I thought this was my room,” I stammered, my voice shaky as I took a step back, my hands raised in apology. My legs still trembled from everything Jordan had done to me downstairs, and the memory of his cum, hot and thick inside me, made my cheeks burn even hotter.

Matt’s eyes narrowed, his flush deepening as he shifted the pillow over his lap. “Yeah, well, it’s not,” he snapped, but there was something off in his tone—something sharp, almost accusing. He didn’t move to pull up his pants, and his gaze darted to the side, avoiding mine. “What the hell are you doing creeping around in the middle of the night, Wyatt?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I was just… I couldn’t sleep,” I lied, the words feeling flimsy even as they left my mouth. My body was still buzzing, every nerve alive with the memory of Jordan’s hands, his tongue, his cock. I could still feel the warm drip between my thighs, the faint ache where he’d stretched me. I shifted uncomfortably, praying Matt couldn’t tell how wrecked I was.

He snorted, finally tugging his pants up but keeping the pillow in place. “Right. Couldn’t sleep.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, and when his eyes flicked back to mine, there was a glint in them—something dark, knowing. “You’re a shitty liar, you know that?”

My stomach dropped. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I took another step back, my hand gripping the doorframe for support. The air felt heavier now, like a storm was brewing between us.

Matt leaned forward, his jaw tight. “I saw you,” he said, his voice low and cutting. “Downstairs. With my dad.”

My heart stopped. My mouth opened, but no words came out. The room spun for a moment, and I gripped the doorframe harder, my knees weak. “You… what?” I croaked, my voice cracking.

“Don’t play dumb,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. “I saw you two on the couch. His hands all over you. Your mouth on his…” He trailed off, his face twisting like he was torn between disgust and something else—something I couldn’t quite place. “You think I’m blind, you think I haven’t seen how you look at him?”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. My face burned, shame and panic warring with the lingering heat in my body. “Matt, I—I didn’t mean for you to see that,” I stammered, my hands shaking. “It just… happened.”

He laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that made me flinch. “Just happened? You were sucking my dad’s dick like it was your fucking job, Wyatt.” His words were crude, but there was a tremor in his voice, a crack in his anger that made me pause. His eyes flicked down to my body, lingering on the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to my skin, and I realized with a jolt that he wasn’t just mad. There was something else in his gaze—something hungry.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice small. “I didn’t know you were there. I swear, I—”

“Stop,” he cut me off, his voice sharp. He stood up, the pillow falling to the floor, revealing the unmistakable bulge in his pants. My breath caught, my eyes widening as he took a step toward me. “You wanna know the fucked-up part?” he said, his voice dropping to a low, rough whisper. “I couldn’t stop watching.”

My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. “You… watched?” I asked, my voice barely audible. My body was caught between fear and a strange exhibitionist thrill at the thought of Matt’s eyes on us, taking in every moment.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice thick with something dark and raw. “I saw everything. The way you moaned for him. The way he fucked you.” He took another step closer, his eyes locked on mine, and I could see the flush creeping up his neck. “And you know what? It got me so fucking hard I’ve cum three times already jerking off to it.”

The confession hit me like a freight train. My mouth went dry, and my cock twitched traitorously in my boxers. “Three times?” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of shock and want. The image of Matt, alone in this room, stroking himself to the memory of me and Jordan, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice rougher now, almost a growl. “I couldn’t stop. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you—your lips stretched around him, your body shaking under him. Fuck, Wyatt, you looked so fucking hot.” He was close now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint musk of his dick. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and I realized with a start that he wasn’t just confessing—he was turned on, right now, standing inches from me.

“Matt…” I started, but my voice faltered as he closed the distance between us, his hand reaching out to grab my wrist. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” he said, his voice low and demanding. “You loved having my dad fuck you. I could see it in your face.” His thumb brushed over the pulse point in my wrist, and I gasped softly, my body betraying me as my cock hardened fully in my boxers.

“I…” I couldn’t deny it, not with the way my body was reacting, not with the way my breath hitched under his touch. “Yeah,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “I did.”

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, and he tugged me closer, his other hand sliding to my waist. “Good,” he said, his voice dripping with a dominance I’d never seen in him before. “Because I’m not letting you walk out of here without tasting me as well.”

Before I could process his words, he pushed me back against the wall, his body pressing against mine. His lips crashed into mine, rough and hungry, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders. His kiss was different from Jordan’s—less controlled, more desperate, like he was trying to claim me for himself. His tongue pushed past my lips, exploring my mouth with a ferocity that left me dizzy.

“Fuck, you little slut,” he growled against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. The words sent a jolt through me, and I whimpered as he squeezed, his fingers digging into my skin. “I can still smell him on you.”

My head spun, my body caught between shame and a burning need I couldn’t ignore. “Matt, I—” I started, but he cut me off with another bruising kiss, his hips grinding against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing through his pants, pressing against my thigh, and it made my own dick ache with want.

“On your knees,” he said, his voice low and commanding, a tone I’d never heard from him before. The authority in it sent a thrill through me, and I obeyed without thinking, sinking to my knees in front of him. My hands trembled as I reached for his pants, tugging them down to reveal his cock—thick, flushed, and already leaking pre-cum.

I looked up at him, my breath hitching at the sight of his dark, intense gaze. “You want this?” I asked, my voice hoarse, needing to hear him say it.

“Fuck yes,” he said, his hand tangling in my hair. “Suck me, Wyatt. Show me what you did to him.”

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth. He groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as I swirled my tongue around him, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. He was big, almost as thick as Jordan, and I worked him deeper, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked him with sloppy enthusiasm. Spit dripped down my chin as I bobbed my head, my hands stroking the base of his shaft where my mouth couldn’t reach.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he rasped, his hips jerking slightly as he guided my movements, while occasionally slapping my cheeks with his meat. “Just like that. Take it all.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. His dominance was honestly intoxicating, the way he controlled my pace, his hand firm in my hair, urging me to take him deeper. I relaxed my throat, letting him slide in until my nose brushed against his pubes, the scent of him filling my senses. My own cock throbbed painfully in my boxers, desperate for attention, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull away from the way he was using my mouth.

“Goddamn, Wyatt,” he growled, his voice strained. “You’re gonna make me cum already.” His hips thrust gently, fucking my mouth with a rhythm that had me moaning around him. I could feel him pulsing against my tongue, his cock twitching as he got closer.

I pulled back slightly, my lips slick and swollen as I looked up at him. “Do it,” I whispered, my voice raw. “Cum for me, Matty.”

The nickname seemed to push him over the edge. With a low groan, he gripped my hair tighter and thrust into my mouth, his cock ejected thick globs of his warm, salty cum. The sheer volume of it surprised me, flooding my mouth and dribbling down my chin as I struggled to swallow it all. He kept cumming, more than I’d expected, the taste of him overwhelming. I licked him clean, my tongue working over every inch of him as he convulsed above me, his breaths ragged.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with satisfaction, but there was a new edge to his gaze—something possessive, almost animalistic. He reached down, pulling me to my feet and kissing me hard, his tongue tasting himself in my mouth. “You’re mine now too,” he sweet talked against my lips, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t forget that.”

I shivered, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all, my cock aching for release. Matt’s dominance, so unexpected and raw, had me reeling, and I realized with a thrill that I liked it—liked the way he took control, the way he claimed me. As he pulled me close, his hands roaming over my body, I knew this was far from over.