Dirty Daddies(62)

I like it in the low light between them both. I like the way they move closer to me as the film starts up. Michael’s arm rests casually along the back of the cushions and Jack’s hand is on his knee next to my thigh. I pull my knee up onto the sofa and he moves his hand from his to mine.

It gives me flutters.

The beer isn’t strong but it’s going to my head. Jack’s t-shirt is only flimsy and the heat of the guys makes me burn.

I rest my head on Michael’s shoulder as the film starts, raising my knee even further to press against Jack’s thigh.

And it’s good.

The film is really fucking good.

The girls in it are filthy as they convince poor Keanu to have an affair with them. They’re all over him in the shower and the sight of all three bodies together makes me blush in the darkness.

I try to keep my cool, but I can’t. My clit is tingling between my legs and it makes me squirm. I have to clench my hands into fists and ball them at my sides not to touch myself, because I want to so bad.

Michael keeps clearing his throat in a way that’s definitely got to be nerves, and his legs are still crossed tight.

Jack’s fingers tickle my knee. Round and round in little circles which only makes my clit flutter worse.

And then the film gets all kinds of fucked up.

The girls turn wild and crazy and I feel wild and crazy with them. They kidnap Keanu in his own house and tear it apart in front of him.

And then one of them puts on his daughter’s school uniform.

I hold my breath as she rides him and calls him Daddy. Because I can’t. I just can’t stand it.

Of all the things Michael and Jack know I’ve done wrong, they don’t know the half of it. They don’t know how I’ve tried to tempt every fake daddy I’ve ever had. They’ve no idea of all the times at Bill’s I left my bedroom door open and played with myself when I knew it was only him in the house. Not because I wanted him, but because I wanted him to want me.

They don’t know how horny I felt when I knew he was watching, even though I never saw him.

They’ve no idea how fucked up I am, not really. And it scares me that they might not want to.

But then I see it. Jack shifts next to me and I’m sure there’s a swell in his jeans. I feel Michael’s breath quicken, and as fucked up as it is, I know they’re as horny as I am.

Maybe we’re all more fucked up than we’d like to be. Maybe we make each other more fucked up than any of us would like to be.

I don’t want them to notice as I slip my hand between my legs. I hope maybe I can rub myself so slowly they won’t even see me, but when I start I can’t stop. I hitch my foot right up onto the sofa between Jack’s spread legs and bury my face in Michael’s neck, and my fingers slip inside my knickers.

I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. And neither of them try to stop me.

Jack moves first. He takes my ankle in his hand and presses my raised foot to his crotch. I feel him there, big and hard. I rub him with my heel and I hear him grunt under his breath, and Michael turns his face slightly in my direction, his breathing as shallow and desperate as mine.

I know he can see me now, they both can. They both know my hand is down my knickers. I can hear the wet noises I’m making and so can they.

I close my eyes when I realise they’re staring at each other over my head. I don’t want to imagine the thoughts passing between them as they register what a dirty girl I really am.

My voice is a breath when it comes out, so quiet it sounds like I’m begging. Maybe I am.

“Touch me…”

And they do.

Oh my God, they really do.





Chapter Twenty





Michael



Oh fuck, the noises she’s making. Her breath on my neck in little gasps, her fingers frantic inside her knickers. I can hear how wet she is. I can feel how desperate she is.

And I’m desperate too.

One look at Jack and I realise we both are. His eyes meet mine and stay there, waiting, and I know he’s pinning this all on me.

My call.

My filthy fucking call.

My dick is throbbing like a sonofabitch, and that filthy scene on screen is everything that should turn me off but doesn’t. Far fucking from it.

“Touch me…” she whispers, and it’s enough to break me.

I give Jack the tiniest nod and he drops his eyes. His hand slides from her knee to her thigh and she spreads her legs for him, hitching one right across my lap as his fingers slide over her wet knickers. He moves his fingers over hers until she pulls hers away, and then his hand dips inside the lacy elastic and rubs her there.

She moans into my neck. Right into my fucking neck.

I part my thighs and her leg drops perfectly to press her calf against the bulge in my pants. She lifts her face just a fraction, just enough that I feel her breath on my lips.