| Make My Panties Drop |

It was simple, chilled- even. Only a few neighbours milling around, your job has been refilling drinks so you’re taking another scan just as he walks in. It’s not as cliche as everyone stops, because conversations only lull slightly as people take notice of his demanding presence, but for you, it seems the world ceases to spin.

He doesn’t have to look to sense your eyes on him and you don’t need to be told that he’s going to find you. 

Moving gracefully to your father, Ari welcomes him in a hug. Ari isn’t the usual built guy you see, he isn’t just tall and a bit muscly. The thing with him is that he makes those kinds of guys look small, your dad for instance who is not small by any means is engulfed in those bear-like arms. You swallow. Yeah, Ari doesn't even know the meaning of small, unless it's you; and in those cases he never even cares, gruff moans echo in your ears, “Tight little pussy, fuck, baby. But you’re gonna let me break her, ‘cause I know how bad you want all of me inside that sweet little hole.”

They're looking at you. Both pairs of male eyes honed in on you. Your dad looks proud, your gaze flicks to his best friend- proud isn’t the word you’d choose. Perhaps more, predatory, with a speck of awe, if you give yourself that credit. Either way, your dad extends an arm and you walk over, trying to convince yourself that you don’t feel like you’re treading towards the danger. 

“Hey sweetheart, I was just telling Ari about your results,” his pride beaming through his teeth. You smile back, sweeping your gaze to him, who’s watching you intently and unnervingly. An awkward laugh clears your throat and you look between the two, unsure of what to say, speaking about yourself has never been a strong subject. 

“Yeah, I hear congratulations are in order.” he leans down, “I ‘spose that means you deserve a big reward.” His words are clear for your dad to hear and laugh, not sensing the double meaning, the one which you can hardly breathe through. 

You have to look away from those piercing blue eyes, knowing they’ll track your hands wringing the soft material of your dress, how they’ll absorb your cheeks that seem set alight, heated- burning. Fortunately, your dad picks up the conversation again and you feel free enough to make a weak excuse, a polite farewell to the beast. As you almost skipped into the house it was like you could hear it in the way his eyes followed you: you don’t think you’re getting away that easily, do you?

The sun has been relentless today, it’s nice to be outside but it’s impossible without a cold drink. The iced cocktails have been going down well, looking around the garden to see if there are any that need topping up. Seeing a few you head inside to get the pitcher. Cutting up some more fruit as you cool down in the shade. 

You hadn’t seen Ari for a minute, not that you were searching. But it’s almost impossible to miss him so you’re confused how he’s escaped your gaze. Maybe his in the bathroom. Maybe he went home… he wouldn’t have gone home without saying goodbye, would he? It’s not like he owes it to you, you’re not together but surely you don’t mean nothing. Surely you warrant a goodbye, surely-

“Found you.” he rumbles. 

You blink. Caught. 

You turn slightly and see him in the doorway, his frame practically the same size as it. His hands are dug deep in his pockets and his eyes are raking over you, you wonder how long he’s been standing there. Shaking your head lightly you turn back to your task, trying as best as possible to ignore him. You and Ari might not be together but you know what he wants and if you play your cards right, you’re going to get what you want too.

Staring down at the lemon in your hand you begin to slice the steel through it, “Didn’t know you were looking for me.” it’s mechanic as you move, cut and slice then turn, cut and slice then put the fruit in the drink. It’s grounding. It’s humiliating that just a conversation with your dad’s best friend means you need to ground yourself in order to be normal. 

He chuckles, “Princess, you know I’m always looking for you.” 

He says it so casually, throws it in there as if it’s easy to hear. And it is, it’s so easy to hear but it’s slowing your brain, clogging something inside you like honey. The sound of his boots on the floor tells you he’s coming closer. 

Like a brick wall up against your back, he stands behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders and running down your arms. He puts the knife down and leans his head down, long hair ticking your ear, “How about we find some place more…” a beat, “private.”

You should’ve remembered that Ari doesn’t really do private. The side of your house, during a family barbeque, is about as private as Ari gets. 

“Ari slow down, I- oh fuck,” you fight against your eyes which are trying to roll back, “No, I- fucking, I’m gonna come, you, I can’t,” he never falters, abusing your sweet spot and smiling down at the cockdrunk look on your face. 

There’s a smirk on his lips and sin dancing in his eyes, “What sweetheart? You can’t come in front of all these people?” his words shared in the tight space between your two melting bodies. At the start of this, you thought he was kidding; you should’ve never underestimated your dad’s best friend. “Last time I checked, you were my good girl and good girls come for their daddy.”

Oh god.

One of his fingers, from the hand, splayed over your ass, drifts until it finds that untouched puckered hole and its faint promise is enough to have you squirting all over both of you. 

“There’s my girl, such a good girl for her daddy. That’s it, fuck.” His voice is gravelly and like molasses and it coats your shaking body. The orgasm pulls on the strings of your limbs, you tighten up and as the band snaps it's like you melt. You’re completely powerless as it rocks your body. 

Ari watches you; he can’t take his eyes off of you. 

Thick fingers pass through your open lips, stopping too much noise from escaping. “I know baby, gotta keep quiet for me.” he places a tender kiss on your damp forehead and slows his thrusts. 

Blinking up at him, as the intense pleasure fades to the constant thrum of pleasure you find with him, you tug at his neck and he gets the message. When his lips meet yours it's softer. There's still that inescapable heat but you know from this kiss he’s thanking you, just as you are thanking him. 

You smile as you break the kiss, leaning up to his ear you whisper, “Put a baby in me, daddy.” 

You can feel his cock throb in your cunt as his eyes flutter shut as he rests his forehead on yours. As if he’s composing himself- he is. No one has ever turned him on, made him so quick to resort to his basic instincts, the way you do. And you do it so effortlessly. 

It wasn’t on purpose and it wasn’t thought through but his fingers slip out of you mouth, glistening in your spit- he makes a show of holding them in front of your face, like it's the evidence of his power over you, it is- and his hand wraps delicately around your throat before tightening, leaving you with no air, no voice, just a clear view of him. 

Then he starts to thrust.

Compared to now, the way he fucked you before seemed like a gentle pummelling. But after hearing your sweet little beg, he let loose and it might be the first time you’d had the divine pleasure of seeing him in all his unleashed glory. 

He was selfish. There was nothing in his mind apart from hedonism. The very thing he has stayed away from, kept himself from, is in his greedy hands and for once he isn’t holding back. In a sick way the bruises you could feel puncturing your skin and the collar he drew around your throat would fuel your own need for power. They would become reminders of how you could reduce the intimidating, seemingly indifferent man into the animalistic one that is using you. 

You don’t dare ask him to slow down, if you did you’re not certain he’d hear you. 

Despite his self absorbed behaviour, it’s like your body draws the sensations from his own and you realise you’re already on the precipice again. Ari’s grunts into your hair are as unrelenting as his hips, the deep vibrations making you concerned that someone from the party might come and find you in this compromising position.

Voicing your concerns he replies with a chuckle, “Oh honey, you really think I’ll stop if someone sees us? God, I really have fucked you stupid haven’t I?” 

You reach a hand up to tug on his hair and bring his lips down to your own, trying to conceal both your noises as much as possible. But it's entirely futile, the noise that your slick creates when Ari’s thighs slap against your own is enough of a sign as to what is going on.

His balls are slapping against you at every thrust and you’re almost certain you’re going to come and not be able to warn him. He alternates his movements, from faster and shallow to pulling all the way out and pushing in so deep you choke. There is so much control in the way his body moves and it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

The smell of food from the party focuses you back on reality and humiliatingly brings you closer to coming. It’s like he can sense this, his eyes meeting your shut ones, whispering mockingly, “What would your dad say if he saw you like this, huh? His precious little daughter, creamin’ all over my cock. You proud of yourself, honey?” taunting and cruel your eyes well up with poorly concealed emotion.

Unknowingly your lips pout, staring up at him, craving his security. The sight pushes him closer to his own orgasm, which has been steadily wrapping a tight coil up his spine, no matter how hard he’s tried to stave it off. He pushes a thumb into your mouth, which you immediately welcome. The sensation of your tongue curving around the digit has his hips stuttering. “God you’re fuckin’ perfect.” he mumbles, resting his head in your neck. 

His hips speed up, the tip of him meeting your cervix repeatedly. The spikes of pain just make you clench harder around him. 

You grapple with his shirt, his hair, anything to ground yourself and pull you closer into him. “I want you to come, please Ari-” he slaps your ass, adding to his collection of signatures on your body, “Daddy, wan’ you to come, please-” your whiny, fucked out voice commands those mind-numbingly deep thrusts, the ones that make you want to dissolve into a puddle because the pleasure is too much. 

And Ari, he’s too close this time, desperation clawing away at him, he knows that he’s not going to be able to stop this time- not when you feel like a vice melded around him. His thumb slips from your mouth, you don’t watch its descent, instead focusing your gaze on your dad’s best friend. 

The brown strands of hair are messy and tangled, a result of your own digits winding their way through. His dark brows are furrowed, trying to contain himself and centre his attention on the feeling of you. 

Before you can take in any more of him you feel the thick digit that you once held in your mouth, rubbing over your other hole, your own saliva helping it push its way through into you. Wide eyes stare up at Ari and he smiles, an expression which quickly drops into shock as he realises that he can feel himself, through you.

A full body shudder wracks your body, his thumb pumping in and out of you. Both of you can taste how close you are to coming, but when you clench around his thumb Ari lets go. 

The fire pooling low in his abdomen releases and his teeth drop onto your shoulder. There was no other choice but to bite down into your skin, he needed to muffle his noises. The groans vibrate into you and you can feel the evidence of his orgasm leaking out around his cock, which is still plugged into your hole. His spend dripping and leaking, your cunt clenching around him to keep it in. 

His hips still move, just barely, as his balls throb beneath him. You’re both shaking. Way too fucked out to do anything you remain in his arms as you both come down.

With a final curse, Ari lifts his head, meeting your droopy eyes. You both smile when you make eye contact, shaky laughs shared in secret at the way the both of you looked. Messy hair, raw lips and heavy eyelids, not to mention the fact that Ari is still inside you- in two places- and neither of you can string a sentence together. It’s hilarious to both of you, completely drunk on each other and overwhelmingly happy because there is nowhere you’d rather be. 

Ari is gentle when he pulls out, first his thumb slinks out and then his cock, covered in your shared arousal. He kisses away your whines and praises you constantly. Drip feeding you compliments and movements fuelled by adoration. He takes good care of you and makes sure you can stand before he lets go. You can for a second and when you almost fall over his hands stick to your waist, smiling and whispering “‘ve got you, sweetheart.” 

You know he has and you know he always will. 

Ari takes you back inside and helps you get ready for a shower. Checking up on you and hardly leaving your side. It’s nice. It lets you forget that this is a less-than-normal situation. 

You and he haven’t discussed where you both stand but when you step out of the shower and see him placing a plate of fruit and glass of water on your desk you feel relatively secure. Sure that could change but you know Ari and you know he doesn’t treat you the same as everyone else, and for the moment that’s enough.