In Good Hands With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Medical Taboo Romance)

by Ava May

  "I want to wait for you."

  "Go ahead. I'll catch up."

  He smiled and put his mouth back on her clit, slid two fingers inside her channel, then reached up to fondle her breasts. Stroking first one, then the other, he tortured her nipples to almost painful points.

  Sara squirmed on the bed. She'd never had a man pay this kind of attention to her body. Like he truly wanted to please her, make her happy. And suddenly, she wanted to do the same to him. She moved away, onto the middle of the mattress, and got up on all fours.

  "I want to taste you now, want you in my mouth."

  He looked as though he would protest, for a moment, but then he stood. Oh yeah, the guy was ready. She bit her lip at the size of his erection. His cock was not overly long but thick, and she knew from having held it earlier, it would be hard. She crawled to him and before he could utter a word, bent her head and wrapped her lips around him.

  He moaned, and it was his turn to grab her hair. Up and down his shaft she pulled her mouth, sucking, using her tongue to circle the head, grazing gently with her teeth down lower. Kyle had always demanded blow jobs and for the first time ever, Sara was glad she'd practiced so much. Balancing herself on one hand, she licked the fingers of the other and used them to stroke his balls.

  Matt's breath came in short, shallow pants. "Enough." He stepped back. "I can't take that anymore. I've got to get inside you, now. Turn around."

  She did, not certain she could support herself with her trembling arms. This kind of sexual excitement was totally new. All her other encounters had been good, and most of the time she'd reached orgasm (as long as she told Kyle and her one other boyfriend, what to do) but this exceeded her wildest imaginings. The energy that flowed between her and Matt had her lit up like a firework, ready to explode. She half wanted to prolong the experience, half desperately wanted to reach her climax.

  Uh-oh. Wait. "Did you bring the…"

  "I did."

  The sound of a foil packet tearing caused another burst of wet. Any second, he would slide that magnificent cock inside her. She shuddered when he grasped her cheeks, then rubbed his rod along her ass.

  "I'm going to get in there, next time." He slapped her, just hard enough to sting and make her bite back a yelp of pleasure. "But now…"

  She did cry out when he plunged his rod inside her. A perfect fit, like she knew it would be. They both paused for a moment, reveling in the feel of utter bliss. Then, he moved, slowly, sliding in and out. She clamped her muscles down once, delighting in the groan of pleasure that move produced. When he reached around and found her clit again, she tried hard to remember to be quiet. The way he stroked her, teasing, light, then hard, made her want to scream for more.

  When he pinched her throbbing bud, she couldn't hold back. Grabbing a handful of the sheets, she buried her head in a pillow, to stifle her bellow as she came. The orgasm ripped through her like the lightning bolts that had hammered the house all night.

  "That's it, baby, come for me. Damn, you got me hot. Hold on."

  Both hands back on her ass, he rammed into her, and as he found his own release a moment later, bent over and burrowed into her neck, to stifle his shout of joy.

  For a moment he remained wrapped around her, both of them breathing hard. Then he climbed onto the bed, skimmed off the condom, and pulled her down next to him, her back to his stomach. He slowly ran his hand over her torso, his rough palm on her now-sensitive skin sending shivers rippling every which way. She stroked his leg.

  "You do something with those hands. They're rough."

  "Sorry." He stopped.

  "No, I like it." She put his hand back.

  "I do work outdoors whenever I can. Chop some wood, fix stuff myself. I like to keep active."

  "You're in great shape." She turned around, nestled into his chest, and trailed a fingertip along his abdomen.

  "Touch me again," he commanded.

  "What, here?" She tiptoed her fingers down lower, then wrapped them around his cock and squeezed. "Holy shit." She laughed as he instantly grew hard again.

  "I'll bet you're ready too."

  "No. I don't ever come more than once."

  But his fingers were already busy, stroking her slick clit, rubbing her juices all over her pussy.

  "I've only got the one condom so we'll have to do each other like this."

  "Really, I don't think I…oh damn."

  He'd slid a finger into her ass, just a tip, but enough to make her whimper with need. How could he maneuver one hand so expertly, to play her body like a musical instrument?

  "Relax, let me take care of you."

  So she did, closing her eyes and giving herself up to ultimate pleasure. He moved his fingers skillfully, gauging her need, flowing with a perfect rhythm. To her wonder and delight, she came again, a gentler peak this time, but still enough to make her back arch and force her to clench her teeth to contain the sounds she wanted to make.

  Back flat on the bed, she realized she'd let go of his cock and reached down to grasp it again. He gently pushed her hand away.

  "I'm done for the night, darlin'. Let me just hold you awhile, enjoy this amazing buzz."

  She burrowed into him, breathing in his scent as she lay her head on his chest. Amazing buzz was right! She wanted to stay awake for hours, just to enjoy this better-than-anything-ever feeling, but between those two mind-blowing orgasms and the rest of the night's activity, her body and mind proved to be done also. In moments, she drifted to sleep.

  ****

  "Hey, wake up. Shhhh."

  Sara woke, totally confused for a few seconds. Darkness filled the room and the clock on her nightstand showed six o'clock. Then she remembered where she was and, oh yeah, who she was with. A smile curved her lips and she kissed Matt's chest, licking his erect nipple, enjoying his quiet moan.

  "Don't start. I won't stop. Damn it, I want you again."

  "So let's."

  He rolled away and sat up. "I'm heading back to my own room. Doug is an early riser and I don't think he would be too happy to find me in bed with his daughter."

  "I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions." A stab of cold twisted in her heart. "So you're leaving? You don't want to see me again?"

  "Hell no. I want to see you. A lot. Let's just introduce this idea to your dad slowly. Without us being naked. I plan to rent a place here in Clayton, so I'll be around."

  "For real? You plan to stay here, in Clayton?" Sara rose up on one forearm.

  "I do. And if you're here, I'll have all the more incentive." With one finger, he drew a slow, lazy line down her arm, then looked her straight in the eye. "You said you like nice guys. I make cookies, I paint, and I plan to get a cat. I'll never be one of those black-leather bad boys. If that's what you want, it's not who I am, I'm telling you upfront."

  So there was one nice guy left in the world after all. Cooking, painting, cats, and a big heart able to show generosity to others. Oh, and a heck of great partner in bed. Life suddenly looked better than her best romance novel.

  "You are exactly what I want." Sara planted a kiss on his lips. "I'll see you at breakfast."

  And later. Lots more later, if she had her way.

  THE END

  Ready to indulge in more Taboo Romance?

  Find more sexy short stories by Ava May here!