frostbite
description: your dads bsf, rafe, and you stay back from family skiing, and when you two find each other alone together, things happen.
includes: dads bsf, age gap, unprotected sex, p in v, semi public
wc: 2,166
now playing - west coast by lana del rey (instrumental)
The winter air was crisp, biting against your exposed skin as you slipped into the steaming water of the hot tub. The cabin's luxury features were on full display here, with the massive tub set against a floor to ceiling window wall that overlooked the snow covered mountains. "Careful, don't slip." Rafe's voice said from behind you.
You turned to find him already in the hot tub, water glistening, small water droplets dripping from his shoulders. At 42, he was still so hot, younger girls always practically throwing themselves onto him at the country club. Sure he’d mess with a couple of them, but nothing too serious. "I'm okay." you managed, though your heart was doing tiny stutters in your chest.
The rest of your families had already left for the slopes, your parents, Rafe's ex wife, your younger sister, and Rafe's son. They'd all been excited about the fresh powder, but you'd claimed a headache, and surprisingly, Rafe had stayed back too, claiming he had some business to handle.
"Nice view." he said, gesturing toward the window where snowflakes were beginning to drift down again. "It's beautiful here." you replied, settling into the bubbling water opposite him. He looked at you smiling slightly, fingers swashing around in the water. You felt nervous under his gaze, you always had. Wearing a tiny bikini in front of him. He intimidated you in a way.
Rafe was leaned back against the edge of the hot tub, one arm resting on the wood as he watched the snow gather on the pine branches outside. "So..." he said, "Headache?" "Maybe a tiny one." you smiled sheepishly. "Mm-hmm." he replied. "What?" you bit your lip, suppressing a smile. “Nothing.” He shook his head. "Oh?" you laughed. You splashed a little water in his direction, with it splashing against his chest. "I just didn't feel like falling down a mountain today."
"That's a much more believable answer." he smirked. When you were ten Rafe had taught you how to ski, he had you redo it, and redo it, and redo it until it began to become fun. But every year back here, no muscle memory kicked in and you had to relearn over and over again. "And your 'business'?" you responded. He rubbed the back of his neck with an exaggerated sigh. “I’m just tired, I wanted some peace.”
“I thought you liked to win? You always do when we race.” you teased. “I do like to win,” he exhaled, “Just needed some time away from James and Liz, their a handful.” You lightly splashed him with water, “Hey, I like Liz.” You laughed. “She’s a bitch.” He turned, grabbing his glass of whiskey, taking a sip. “She’s really not.” you stated, rolling your eyes.
He stared at you for a beat, a long silence stretching. You only looked back at him, gaze unwavering. He softly smiled “Yeah, well not to you.” he whispered, as he placed the glass down. A slow smile spread on your face as you splashed him again, “Jesus, light up.” you smirked. “Shut up.” he smiled, splashing you back lightly.
You took this as the opportunity to splash him ten times harder, soaking his face in water. He shook his head, a small smirk forming. “I–I really didn't mean to do it that hard.” you bit down on your lip, suppressing a smirk. He turned towards you, smiling “That why you're laughing now?” he said softly. “No.” you laughed. Before you could even react he splashed you with water, wetting your hair.
“Rafe!” you yelled, pushing the water out of your face. “Yes?” he smiled looking up at you as you stood. You splashed water onto him, as he did the same towards you, standing up. He was taller than you, way taller than you. You felt small compared to him, with your smile slowly dying. You pushed at his chest, with him falling back down into the place he was originally sitting.
His hand found yours underwater, fingers lacing together. In one swift motion, he pulled you towards him, onto his lap. You laughed, trying to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. As both your thighs bracketed his, your chest pushed to his. You looked into his eyes. As his hand found your waist, pulling you closer. You paused, looking into his eyes, your breath hitching. "Rafe," you whispered, unsure. With it coming out softer than you meant it to.
His eyes searched yours, looking for hesitation, maybe. Permission, something. His hand came up to cup the back of your neck, fingertips threading into your wet hair. He closed the distance, his lips pressing against yours, hard, slow. You melted into him, fingers gripping his shoulders as his other hand settled on your hip beneath the water. He kissed you slow and deep, and you forgot about the cold outside, forgot about your families on the mountain, forgot about everything except the feeling of his mouth and the way his thumb traced small circles against your skin.
When you finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, his breath was uneven against your lips. "Been wanting to do that for a while," he admitted. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could feel it. "How long is a while?" The corner of his mouth curved up. "Longer than I should probably admit."
The unspoken tension that had been simmering between you for years was now boiling to the surface. All those times you'd caught him looking at you a little too long, all those moments when your hands had "accidentally" brushed while passing dishes at family gatherings, it all led to this. Your breath hitched as his thumb stroked the back of your hand. The water suddenly felt too hot, the steam too thick.
You leaned in, kissing him again, hard, while rolling your hips into him. He pinned your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin there. As you moved your hands from his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck. Biting his lip a bit. One of his hands slid up to cup your breast, thumbing your nipple through the thin fabric of your bikini top until it pebbled beneath his touch. You moaned into his mouth, arching against him as the water sloshed around you.
"Turn around," he commanded against your lips, his voice rough with need. You complied, facing the massive window wall. The reflection showed your flushed face and heaving chest, with Rafe behind you, his muscular shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Watch," he ordered in your ear as his hands gripped your hips. His words sending a shiver through you.
You watched in the reflection as one of his hands moved between your legs, his fingers moving your bikini to the side. Your eyes were glued onto your reflection as you looked at his fingers parting your folds and rubbing your clit. "So wet already," he murmured, circling the sensitive nub. "All this for me?" he smirked. You could only nod, your breath coming in heavy pants as he continued to stroke you.
Without warning he slid two fingers inside, slowly pumping in and out. You threw your head back, whining. His fingers curling, hitting that addicting spot over and over again. He continued that motion for a while with his right hand, his left pinching and rolling your nipple. Just when you were on the edge, he pulled his hand away. "Not yet," he said, a teasing note in his voice. "I want you to come on my cock."
You heard the sound of wet fabric as he pushed his swim trunks down. Then you felt him, big and hard, pressing against your entrance. "Good?" he asked, though it wasn't really a question. Your eyes were closed, brows furrowed together, head thrown back, shaking yes over and over again. Before you could react, he thrust into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. A cry escaped your lips at the sudden stretch, a mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretched you more than you'd ever been before.
"Fuck," he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. "You're so tight." He gave you a moment to adjust before he began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force. The water splashed around you with each thrust, creating a rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest. He dropped his hand down to your hip, with a bruising grip.
The combination was too much, the feel of him inside you, the pressure on your clit, the steam and heat of the hot tub. You felt a coiling tension in your core that threatened to snap. Your eyes were squeezed shut, whimpers and loud whines escaping your throat, as he thrusted in and out.
"Look at me," he said, his voice low, raw. His hand releasing your hip, catching your throat, squeezing softly. You lifted your head, your eyes meeting his. His pupils were blown wide, black holes swallowing the iris. "You have no idea," he muttered, his other hand lifting up from your clit to tangle in your wet hair, yanking your head back to expose more of your throat.
He buried his face in the curve of your neck, biting down hard enough to make you cry out, the sound echoing off the glass walls. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this.” You gasped, arching into him, your hands gripping the edge of the hot tub, panting. Your walls clenched around him, swallowing him. "Fuck," he groaned, his head falling forward, water dripping from his hair onto your back. "You feel... god, you're so tight. So perfect."
He grabbed your chin, leaning forward, with his mouth crashing onto yours, kissing you upside down. He bit your lip, slowly sucking it, until he pulled back. The glass walls of the enclosure were now fogged up with steam, but near the top, where the heat didn't reach, the glass remained clear. And because the windows went all the way up, acting as a mirror you could see everything.
Your eyes locked onto the reflection. In the glass, you saw him driving into you, again, again, again, and again. Hitting places you didn’t even know were possible. You watched as his hands gripped your waist, leaving white marks on your skin, as he pounded into you roughly. You watched as he claimed you, his face contorted with pleasure. You couldn't look away. The visual of it, of him taking you, of the sheer size difference, and of the fact he was your dads best friend, the reality of him being 23 years older than you.
"You like that?" he whispered against your ear, his breath hot, his pace increasing, becoming erratic and desperate. "You like watching yourself get taken by your father's best friend? Watching me ruin you?" "Yes," you sobbed, tears mixing with the steam on your face. "Yes, Rafe, please…” Your head leaned back on his chest again, back arching. “Please–don't stop..." you whimpered.
He slammed into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the space, louder than the storm outside. Your senses were overwhelmed, you could only moan in response, too overstimulated by the sensations to form coherent words. You were lost as you watched him, the way your head bounced back against the glass before he caught you, holding you in place so he could continue his pleasure.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice strained with his own nearing release. "Come all over my cock like the good girl I know you are." His words pushed you over the edge. Your thighs shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you, more intense than anything you'd ever experienced. You cried out his name as your inner walls clenched around him, milking his length. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot cum.
For a moment, you both stayed still, breathing heavily as the water continued to bubble around you. Then he slowly pulled out, with you falling in front of the hot tub, hands gripping the edge, catching yourself from falling. You both were panting heavily, the post orgasm haze beginning to clear, replaced by the reality of what you'd just done. You'd crossed a line that could never be taken back.
You felt his hand on your lower back, as you looked over your shoulder, looking up to him. Rafe's expression was unreadable as he looked at you, his fingers gently tracing your back. "This isn't the last time." he stated, as he pulled you to him, turning you around. He leaned in to kiss you again, his hands holding your waist softly, then pulled back. He gave you one look up and down before whispering, “Go get cleaned up. They’ll be back soon.”