Faking Sleep, Daddy Takes Advantage

His eyes meet mine across the room and I can feel a thick lump of tension forming in my throat. He shouldn't look at me like that, I'm much younger than him and we're on a trip, just one mutual friend, and I don't even know why he's here. It's like he heard over three corners that this trip happens and just decided to go along.

It's confusing. Irritating even, how he steals these glances at me but stays distant all times. No accidental touches, no sitting next to me, no private conversations. Just these eyes set on me like a promise and a gritting jaw when I get closer to a male friend.

I gulp.

It's day three and I see his jaw grit for the fifth time today. His eyes muster me and there's this look again, that flame of something in them. The hair in the back of my neck stands up and I fist the sleeve that slipped down over my hand.

The tension that forms between us seems to be invisible to anyone else and part of me is glad for it, none of my friends need to be aware of the silent throb my pussy develops every time I smell his cologne. But the other part of me gets almost furious about how he can hide it. How he can stay in my proximity without action and gets away with it.

I saw him adjust his pants under the table once at dinner last night. I didn't even do anything to provoke him, generally I try to ignore this simmering heat that lingers in the air when we're in the same room. No need to pay attention to it. It's not like he'd make a move. And me? No, I wouldn't make a move. This is highly inappropriate. We're sharing a vacation house with my friends, the walls are thin, and I haven't even really spoken to him since the first hello.

So I ignore it. That's the best way. I ignore the heat streaming up my spine and the prickle on my skin when he enters the room. I ignore the way my mind clouds a bit and my eyes grow lazy when he walks by. I ignore the tremble in my fingers and the weakness in my knees that sets in as soon as his eyes find me and stare so deep I forget how to breathe for a moment.

I blink and shake my head, snapping out of it. His eyes are still on me, but with a determinant turn I walk over to two of my friends and join their conversation on the couch.

My body is aware of his presence but I focus on my friends. And when it's time to go to bed, I'm already calm again, knowing nothing will happen. The relaxation of predictability takes over and I settle into the comfort of that.

I hug my friends and wish them a goodnight and I'm heading to the door when a darker voice speaks up beside me. "Good night."

My stomach flips and my head swivels around to meet this set of dark eyes only a meter away from me. My mouth goes dry but I manage to respond. "You too, goodnight."

There's a faint smile on his lips and his eyes stare me down before he tips his head and walks past me through the door. His smell enters my nose and it feels like aphrodisiac that wraps around me like a silk scarf. For a brief moment I felt the heat radiating from his body and it made me so much more hungry for more.

My mind instantly pushes the fantasy to the front of my head, him on top of me, hot body against mine, strong hand around my neck and those lips pinned against mine.

I blink and gulp. I'm still in the doorway, like frozen. My pussy throbs and my heart drums in my chest. I would need to rub one out or I'd go crazy.

I crawl under the covers in my room, that's on the opposite side of the floor to his room by the way. Like six rooms in between and I can hear one of my friends laugh through the wall next to me. I close my eyes and push my hand in my pants, finding my pussy already a little wet.

I circle my clit and stroke over it, my hips already buck up, and it takes me a total of thirty seconds to tremble in my orgasm. God, what would it take for him to come over and just do what he's been thinking about. Why do I have to make a move? He looks interested, he looks like his self control is snapping anytime soon and still he won't even talk to me. Should I just go up? How embarrassing. And I can't be the one, I'm already lingering around him and he sees the blush in my face and I'm sure also the stiffness of my nipples through my t-shirts.

If he pretends to be a gentleman... well I guess he'd be doing an ok job. But all this bullshit of distance for what?

Frustration lingers in my muscles when I drift off to sleep. And the next day goes exactly the same. He lingers by me during breakfast, goes on the same little trip to the city with me and two friends while the rest goes to the beach, won't talk to me alone but in the group, doesn't touch me. Hands in his pockets or busy with something.

But these looks, they come back to me. A cocky eyebrow, a tiny smirk, a scan up and down my body and that intense gaze that makes my cheeks burn. And I can not, will not, endure this any longer.

The basement of the house has a pool and a little sauna. We don't use it much since we're staying at the beach, my friends aren't sauna fans anyway, so I make my way down there after dinner. Everyone is in food coma, chatting or playing board games. I tiptoe down the stairs, aware he saw me leave.

The lights are dim, just enough to see everything, and I take off my clothes and change into my robe. I fantasize about him coming down here, and I'm just in my robe. He's staring, I shrug it off, I watch that jaw tick for the millionth time and just tell him to take me. But in my head he stays frozen for some reason. Ugh, not even my mind can imagine him moving because he's always so stoic about the distance.

I contemplate taking a swim, just my naked body in the water. But I'm already buzzing with arousal and anticipation, and any form of stimulation might drive me insane.

Sleepiness of dinner settles in my body and I lay down on one of the loungers on the right. I almost drift off to sleep when I jerk awake.

This is not even tempting. Me in a robe at the pool, come on, he won't even think of anything! If he truly makes his way down here... it has to be bold. So bold that he can't refuse, so open and clear and tempting that he can't help but take advantage of the situation.

I shrug my robe off and lay down again, my back to the door like Venus herself and settle comfortably on the big lounger.

I slightly bend my left knee and get cozy on the pillow with my face against the soft cushion. My arms are tucked before my chest. The dim lights make it easy to rest.

Warmth floods my body and my heart hammers in my chest. This is so wrong. What if someone else comes in, someone from my friends?? What if someone else finds me like this??

I try to calm down with slow deep breaths but the heavy pounding of my heart doesn't stop. Then, I hear a little creak.

The door.

My heart plummets into my stomach and I focus with every brain cell on my slow deep breaths, trying not to look awake. I don't move.

I know I could come on to him. I know I could make a move. But it's wrong, and I'm a good girl. I can't just cross boundaries and be naughty and so out of it. I can't bring myself to approach him or directly come on to him. More than this very obvious but still innocent enough action is not happening. I couldn't.

Though this already crosses the line. I am butt naked in front of him for him to take advantage of me. That's... that's arguably already over the line.

My heart hammers against my rib cage with every step he takes closer and I can tell from the way he moves that it's him.

Something warm forms between my legs and my skin prickles on my entire body. Behind my closed eyelids I roll my eyes back in an attempt to look and feel more sleepy, but my entire body awakes to hot desire running through my veins.

He sits down behind me on the daybed and then turns as if to spoon me, but he doesn't touch me. Not even the fabric of his shirt swipes over my back. I fight the urge to arch into his warm body or make a frustrated noise. But this is the closest he's come to me and I bask in the warmth coming off his body.

Like vibrations my pulse thunders through me and I focus on my even breaths to seem asleep. But in my head the voice screams at him to make a move. I can feel more heat pooling between my legs and my nipples stiffen against my arm.

Fuck, was that a shiver? No, but something washed over me. I pray to god he didn't see.

I keep pretending to be asleep and minutes pass that feel like hours without him making a move. I smell him, that masculine scent that fogs my brain. And I hear his breaths, can feel his eyes set on me.

How can he not make a move? Did I read this wrong?

But then an off feeling settles in my chest. Calm and safe, yet electrified. Some drowsiness takes over and weighs down my eyelids as my heart runs a marathon and booms with every pulse.

I get frustrated. He doesn't move. Doesn't make a move, doesn't touch me, doesn't use me or abuses his power or my state and doesn't even seem to want to. And I should be happy for his self control and respect for me but-

I don't want him in control.

I want him to lose control.

With a sleepy mewl I turn a little in my 'sleep', nuzzling into the pillow a little more and pulling my left knee higher and higher until it almost connects with my elbow.

Air hits my pussy and I feel the wetness. It makes my skin prickle between my legs and wander down the inside of my thighs.

Minutes pass with me like this and desire burns up inside me in rapid waves. I almost accidentally start jumping the air out of need when he makes a noisy breathy sound. Deep breaths, I focus. I don't move.

Then, he slowly turns even more toward me. I expect him to touch my ass, to caress, to test and not wake me. I expect a hand slowly touching my pussy, stroking over my smooth lips and gathering my arousal with his fingers. It takes all my strength not to arch into this, not to react to what my mind already knows will come.

But he places his entire hand between my legs and suddenly pushes his arm through them, swiping from the bones of his palm to his forearm through my pussy until his hand rests on my lower stomach.

It takes all of me to remain still. My pussy pulses against his arm that presses against my sex.

"What are you doing?" His dark voice whispers into my ear, soft enough that I might miss it if I was actually asleep. The hair in my neck reacts without my permission. I fight my instinct to gulp as shame and heat run up my face.

He keeps his arm nestled into my pussy and I feel my clit throb against him. I keep focusing on my deep breaths, pretending to be fast asleep.

"God... look at you..." he whispers and I can feel some muscles trying to tense up.

I throb against his arm, flexed muscle pressed against my soft pussy and heat streams into my head. I try to even my breath, knowing he can feel the movement of my stomach under his big hand that spreads across.

"Is this what you want...?" His voice is even quieter, so quiet, as if he doesn't want me to hear him.

But I do. And it takes all of me not to nod while voice in my head screams for him.

He presses his arm stronger against my pussy and I suppress a whimper forming in my throat. He pulls his arm back just a sliver and brushes against my clit with the movement. I try not to react. I try to be still. I try not to shy him off or scare him away or make him feel caught.

"So wet... fuck..." he curses under his breath and now I can't help but gulp, hoping he won't notice.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he pulls his arm from between my legs until his entire hand cups my pussy. Palm pressed into me, fingers spread over my mound, and I think I tremble.

I feel so hot and sweaty, my brain seems not to work anymore and my entire attention is on that hand between my legs.

His thumb moves, I can feel it, I'm so aware of it that my body aches. His thumb moves from next to my pussy, from the crease to my thigh, over my lips. He swiped across, slowly, gently, just once. I bite my tongue.

Then he opens my lips with his thumb. Barely, merely, just nestling his thumb between my lips and my body erupts in a flame of fire. Everything prickles, everything burns, my lungs ache for a deeper breath and my eyes flutter behind my eyelids. I want to arch and twist and press myself into this man but I don't dare to make a noise or move.

His thumb taps my wet entrance. Once. I internally groan, how much patience can a person even have?!

He plays with me. Or plays for himself, I'm not sure, but I feel his thumb swipe over my lips and between, dipping into me just a notch and tapping again, playing with my arousal and spreading it over my pussy as I throb and fight every instinct of me.

"You're a naughty girl..." his low voice booms and I suppress another moan. But my heart drums loud in my chest, I fear he can hear it.

"You want this...?" He asks and I want to slap him across the face.

But his thumb slowly dips into me again until his first knuckle and I quiver around him, unable to control it.

"Fuuck..." he growls. He growls, he fucking growls and all my hair stands up and spreads into goosebumps along my body.

Then he leans in. His shirt caresses over my back and his head come to my shoulder, his warmth surrounds me as his thumb wiggles once inside my pussy and he's so close, so so close I fear I might die.

"I know you're not sleeping." He whispers into my ear.

Shame floods my system and I blush and flush, completely frozen in embarrassment.

"It's okay..." he says.

But he doesn't move and so I don't move, I just hear the blood rushing in my ears and the fluttering pangs of my heart in my chest.

I feel a hand on my left shoulder, he must support himself on his elbow as his forward stretches across my shoulder blades. Gently, he caresses me, and I let myself rest into this comfort.

Then I explode.

With one motion his thumb slides inside me to the hilt while his arm rolls me and presses me face down into the daybed. I cry out from pleasure as the ridge of his hand connects with my clit and he pumps his thumb inside me, hard and steady while he pins me down and moans into my ear.

It takes a total of ten seconds before I tremble like a leaf and shake in the quivering tsunami of my orgasm.

He holds still.

I shift my head and breathe.

My pussy squeezed his thumb and I feel wet, so wet.

"Good girl..." his voice thunders near my ear and I whimper in response.

I can feel his thumb bend inside me until he hits a spot that makes my body fold even more and I cry out. He keeps pressing into it as my body convulses in waves I can no longer control.

Then he pumps it again, fucking into me hard and fast until my body rattles and I cry out, forgetting about the structure of the house and my friends upstairs. He hits the same spot over and over while his hand hits my clit and I cum, I cum and cum and I don't feel body stop taking me out of this world and into a galaxy of explosions.

He presses me down and his other hand comes up over my mouth at some point and it smells good and feels good and his warm chest against my back makes me even dizzier and he keeps fucking me with a pace and intensity that splits me apart.

I don't know how long, I don't know how often, but at some point he slows down and stops.

I pant. Unable to open my eyes or move my body, I'm a slack sack of rice on this lounger and he pulls his thumb out of me and removes his hand. I immediately miss the warmth and stimulation but I hear a wet noise from his mouth and moan again.

He sucks his thumb clean and moans. "Fuck, you taste good."

I feel him slide off the lounger and the awake part of my brain fears he just leaves me here. Then two strong hands palm my ass and spread it apart. I suck in a breath and want to turn my head around when his head pushes between my legs and I feel a tongue glide from my clit to my wet entrance.

I moan and my face falls into the pillow again.

Long kicks turn into fast flicks and then he sucks my clit between his lips. I moan and arch my back. Pleasure runs through my body like hot oil and I cal feel my pussy weeping on his face. He laps at me and sucks in a way that makes my toes curl. I grip the pillow to hold on to something and my arousal already thunders through me. When he moans against my pussy it's over for me. My orgasm cracks through me and shakes me against his face.

He licks as if his life depended on it and pushes his tongue inside me before slowly letting go of me. I feel a smack on my ass and moan, then he slowly gets up. I'm left in a puddle of my own pleasure.

Drowsy, I peek over my shoulder to see his smug smile and my brows move up in a desperate look. I bite my lip and let my eyes travel down his body, take in his hands that were just holding me in place for him. The bulge in his pants is more than obvious.

My stomach twists deliciously.

I watch as he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt off, showing off his body in a way my mind fantasized for days. Dark hair, strong shoulders, muscles and softness and strength. Arousal jolts to my clit. Then he reaches for his belt, opens his pants. I gulp. My eyes follow every move, the way his bicep twitches, his chest muscle squeezes, his fingers open the button, that tiny twitch of the corner of his mouth.

And that stare. The unmistakable hunger in his eyes. I start to tremble again.

My nostrils flare and I'm sure I look glossy, half present, half in another dimension. He dips his underwear and his cock jumps out.

I softly gasp.

My tongue unconsciously darts over lips as my eyes map out the hard length of him, that dark head, standing up and strong because of me.

His palm reaches down and he fists his cock, and my eyes roll back in my head from how hot he looks like that. I hear him come closer until my foot touches his leg and my eyes fly up to meet his.

"Be a good girl and scooch..." his voice sends a shiver down my spine and I crawl a little higher on the lounger.

His knees come down next to my legs and he lowers himself on me. I suck in another breath and my eyes close instinctively as his hot body connects with mine. His wet tip brushes up the inside of my thigh and I whimper.

It happens naturally. How I arch into him, opening my legs, and he slides right to where he needs to be. His arms come up at mine and he cages me in, rests his chin on my shoulder and I turn my head for the closest eye contact we've had. My breath comes in staggered and my heart bellows against my ribs.

His cock nudges my pussy, rubs gently over my clit and I tremble under him again. My mouth opens in a silent gasp when he does it again. And again. My eyes plead for mercy.

"Keep looking at me like that..." he instructs and I look into his eyes with such needy helplessness, it is beyond me how he had so much control.

Then I feel his cock line up with me. I whimper with anticipation and with a slow steady push, his cock parts me. I gasp, whimper, moan, close my eyes and he groans against my face. That's when I realize he hasn't even kissed me.

My eyes snap open to his lips and I bite my inner cheek as he moves inside me so deliciously I forget my name.

He moves, slow but strong, pushing inside my wet pussy. My eyes hang on his lips. His hand moves to cup my jaw.

Then his cock pushes inside until it's nestled all the way in and his lips capture mine. Stars explode behind my eyes, his mouth feels soft and sweet and yet gruffly and manly. My small lips seal with his and I quietly moan into the kiss as he goes in for another, and another, and another. Hungrier and more possessive as he slowly starts moving inside me again.

His teeth catch my lower lip and bite down a little, causing me to whimper as my eyes meet his.

"Now... you're gonna take it like a good little girl..." his voice booms through me like a promise and something in my head turns light as a feather.