Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 797 : Stress-relief

*Cat*

We were lucky that once we got home and were facing down my mother, she was too distracted to notice how my shirt collar was pulled up to cover my neck or that Elio stood a bit too stiffly in the doorway, his jacket off and held oh, so innocently in his arms, which just so happened to block any sight of his lower half.

She certainly did notice, however, that Elio’s buttons on his shirt were put into the wrong holes and that he had a lipstick stain on his collar.

She sent me a raised eyebrow and I just smiled innocently, like nothing we had just done in the car had happened. Even Elio looked utterly uncomfortable standing there amid her judgment.

Mom knew something was going on, but we were lucky that she decided not to pry, simply telling Elio to fix his shirt buttons.

“Thanks for watching Emilia, Mom.” I brought her into a hug, truly grateful to have her here when we needed her. I know she didn’t have the same luxury when I was a child, and it made me all that more proud to have such a great mother who was just as wonderful a grandmother.

“Oh please, she’s much easier than you were,” Mom chuckled. “Call me anytime.”

We exchanged a few more words about what had happened with Emilia while we were gone, all the while I could feel Elio shifting from foot to foot behind me, inching ever so closely until he was right behind me, a hair away from reach.

Mom noticed, but again, she was a pro at this and decided to say nothing. Instead, she left in quite a bit of a hurry, chuckling to herself as she waved goodbye. As soon as she was out the door, however, Elio wasted no time as he pounced on me.

Our kiss was heated and passionate and I was already dizzy after a few seconds as he held me tightly in his arms, pulling us closer and closer until our bodies were flush with one another. I could feel how hard he was, needing me just as badly as I needed him right now.

But just as his hand snuck its way under my shirt, heading up to my breasts, I pulled back, gasping for breath. Elio chased me immediately, his dark with lust as he pulled me tighter to him.

“Wait,” I gasped, using my hand to press against his lips. There was a flash of annoyance in his eyes and I gave him a rue smile as I thought that might’ve riled him up a bit too much. “Our daughter is watching, Elio.”

I nodded over to the living room and Elio’s eyes followed me.

There was our four-month-old daughter sitting in her bouncer, staring at us with her wide, curious green eyes. Her mouth was wide open, a bit of drool dripping onto her onesie and I blushed, ashamed at what our daughter had just witnessed her parents doing.

Even if she didn’t understand or wouldn’t remember this later.

Elio groaned, laying his head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulder, whispering, “Once she goes to bed, I’ll finish what I started.”

Then I giggled, tearing out of his arms and bouncing over to our baby. I heard Elio’s low growl behind me, but I just sent him a teasing smile as I picked up our daughter.

“Time for bed, baby,” I cooed at her, popping her new pacifier straight into her drooling mouth. Elio followed me waiting patiently as I went through the motions with Emilia, taking her back to the nursery, changing her diaper and clothes into pajamas, then slowly singing and patting her until her little eyes began to close.

Elio joined me at my side, a silent steady presence beside me as he brushed Emilia’s hair in a soothing motion and soon enough, she was fast asleep.

We made sure the monitor was set up and on before tip-toeing our way out of her room. I gently closed her door, and the moment her door was shut and we were in the clear, Elio attacked.

“Ah,” I let out a gasp as I was fully picked up off the ground, my legs swept under me as Elio fully threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “What are you doing?” I hissed, glancing at Emilia’s door to make sure she was still asleep.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, Cat,” Elio said with a dark grin. “It’s my turn.” And then he fully slapped my ass. I squeaked in surprise but resigned to my fate because he was right–from the moment we’d gone into the car, I’d been driving him nuts, edging him, and then taking it away at the last moment.

It had been a fun little game for me and I grinned, excitement pooling in my stomach as he carried me to our bedroom, intent on finishing what I started.

And he’d been oh, so patient all night.

He wasted no time, setting me on my feet in the bedroom as he shut the bedroom door. I heard the lock click into place and I blushed, knowing he meant business this time as he turned to me with a dangerous glint in his eye.

Elio attacked with a ferocious passion, sealing our lips together as he hungrily tore my clothes off. Impatiently, I grabbed the collar of his shirt, ripping down until I heard the buttons popping and Elio retaliated by pushing me until my back hit the wall behind me with a loud thump.

My heated bare skin against the cool wood felt good and I shuddered as Elio bit down on my bottom lip, dominating every part of me in a way that was totally unlike his normal gentle self. I loved every minute of it as he pressed me hard against the wall, his body like steel.

“Elio,” I gasped in pleasure as he moved his mouth to my neck, finding that spot just above my pulse and teasing it with his teeth. I couldn’t think straight anymore as he had one hand on my breast, teasing my nipple and the other had snaked down to my shorts, diving straight to that place I needed him the most.

I moaned as he stroked his thumb over my clit, going in small circular strokes that were driving me crazy. The pleasure built slowly, like waves across the sand and Elio knew exactly what to do to send me higher with every movement.

His open-mouthed kiss dropped lower, leaving a trail down my collarbone and between the dip of my breasts. He kissed each of my cherry nubs, standing at attention in the cold room and swollen from his teasing.

He took one each into his mouth, sucking gently as I moaned loudly, my hands holding onto his curls as my back arched off the wall into him. He left it with a tender kiss, moving to the other side to repeat the process as he drove his thumb harder into my clit, going faster and faster.

And right as I could feel that tension about to pop, right on the edge of that sweet release, all of it stopped. He pulled back from me and my eyes popped open in shock and dismay. I gave him a disappointed look and he chuckled as I shivered there against the wall, a feast for his eyes no doubt.

I’m sure I looked like a mess and he tilted his head, a smirk on his lip as he surveyed his handiwork for a moment.

“Elio,” I begged, reaching out for him and he dodged me, chuckling before grabbing my hand gently, holding it in his own as he opened up my palm and pressed it against my own breast. I gasped, shivering as he started the motions, using my own hand to knead my breast and once I had gotten the rhythm that felt right, he pulled away giving me a sultry smirk before he dropped to his knees in front of me.

I moaned, throwing my head against the wall as I watched him lower himself, licking his lips as he gently pulled down my shorts and panties. I stepped out of them, letting him discard them as I stood dripping wet in front of him, still fondling my breasts.

I used my nail to scratch against my swollen nipples, enjoying it a bit too much as Elio chuckled, watching me as I pleasured myself in front of him. He pried apart my thighs and I willingly helped him, pressing my full weight against the wall as he hooked my legs over his shoulders, staring deeply into my cunt.

He licked his lips and then feasted on me.

I couldn’t help the gasping moans that quickly turned into screams as he dove his tongue inside of me, using both his mouth and fingers to pleasure me in only the way he could. It became harder to focus on my breasts, and soon I was simply holding onto him, curls wrapped tightly in my fingers as he ate me out.

I was lost, utterly soaring in the overload of pleasure, my thighs shaking from the effort of keeping myself up as I buckled my hips into his mouth, needing more and more.

And when it hit, I dug my fingers into his scalp, my toes curling as I trembled and my heart skipped a beat as I stiffened, the waves of my climax riding over me. He lapped up all of my overflowing juices, helping me to come down from the high and I breathed out, still in that blissful state when I felt Elio lift me into his arms again.

The smooth silk sheets hit my back and I glanced up at Elio, still reeling from the aftermath but he wasn’t giving me any break. Completely bare now, he stroked his member over and over, staring at me intimately as he watched me come back down.

But a beast could only be so patient and unwilling to wait any longer, He pressed me down into the sheets, taking hold of my swollen lips again as I felt him press against my wetness. His large thick cock slid against my hole, up and down until it was thoroughly coated in my juices.

And I wasn’t at all prepared as he thrust himself inside of me. We both let out a loud groan, my nails digging into his back as I held onto him and he wasted no time in using every ounce of strength he had to pull back and then slam into me again.

He fucked me with abandon, giving me every inch of his cock to the fullest, pounding into me fast and hard. I could only ride it out, my messy thrusts moving in time with his as he hit that spot over and over.

I lost count of how many times he fucked me through yet another orgasm, pulling out only to use my mouth or thighs as a deposit for his cum and then continuing onward. We were soaked, both utterly lost to the physical pleasure.

As the night went on, it became clear that this was less of making love to one another, than it was just the pure release of sex.

But I didn’t mind him using me as a stress relief.

Not when it felt so damn good.

Time passed slowly that night as we fell apart in each other’s arms over and over again.