My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo)

by Katee Robert

  “No!”

  “Lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me.” He traces my opening with his thumb. “Are you worried that you won’t be your father’s little princess if you let me touch you?” His breath caresses my spine just above where he’s pinned my wrists. “If you stop fighting it?”

  “Yes,” I sob out. “I’m not supposed to want this. I’m not supposed to want you.” I drag in a breath. “You’re my father’s best friend.”

  “Yes, I am.” His gentle kiss against my back is directly at odds with the unyielding grip around my wrists. “And I’m about to eat your pussy until you come all over my face.”

  I think I might die if he does. I know I’ll die if he doesn’t.

  “Blake.” He leans forward to twine his hand through my hair and gently twist my head to face the windows. “Tell me what you see.”

  It takes my eyes a moment to focus. It’s now dark enough outside that the windows act the part of a mirror, reflecting my image back at me. This position feels obscene. It looks even more so. With my cheek on the desk and my arms pinned back between my legs, my ass is in the air. The angle ensures that Jonas has a great view of both my ass and pussy. That he has access to both. I try to struggle, but he just presses my wrists more firmly to the desk. “Answer the question.”

  “You didn’t ask a question.”

  He gives my ass a sharp slap. “Try again.”

  I’m panting now. “I see a man holding me down.”

  “Ah.” His chuckle is as dark as the room. I watch him pull the chair closer to the desk, sink into it, and adjust the height, all without releasing me. “Would you like to know what I see?”

  “No!”

  “I see a little slut who’s begging for it.” He leans forward and drags his nose up the back of my thigh. “It’s okay, little slut. You can cry foul all you want. I’ll still give you what you’re afraid to ask for.”

  “Wait—” Whatever I was about to say devolves into a moan as Jonas leans forward and licks me. A long lick, tasting all of me. It feels good. It looks even better. He’s got his face buried in the most private part of me, and it’s like watching my very own personal porno while experiencing it in real time.

  For a moment, I forget that I’m supposed to be fighting this. I close my eyes and whimper, rolling my hips as much as I’m able, trying to guide him to my clit.

  “That’s right, baby girl,” he murmurs against my pussy. “You want it, don’t you? You love rubbing that needy pussy on my tongue.”

  “No,” I whisper. It sounds like a yes.

  “Do you know how hard you make me? Promise to stop fighting and I’ll show you.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. He just goes back to eating me in slow, thorough licks. I’m so close. Unforgivably close.

  “Please!”

  Just like that, it stops.

  Jonas lifts his head and exhales. “No.”

  I blink. “What?”

  “You want me to force you to come so you can pretend that you’re still a little princess.” He releases my arms and grabs my hips, pulling me off the desk. My head spins a little as he turns me to face him and yanks me down to straddle his lap. His cock is a giant line against the front of his slacks, so hard I can clearly see the crown. Jonas catches my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. “You want to come? Do it yourself.”

  “I want to be good,” I whisper even as reach for his shoulders and I adjust myself on his lap. He’s almost lined up exactly where I need the friction the most. I hesitate. Am I supposed to take his cock out? Fuck him like this?

  He grabs my hips and jerks me forward, sealing us together. Only the relatively thin fabric of his slacks separate us. His expression is merciless as he uses that harsh grip to rub me up and down his hard length through his pants. “This is what you need, isn’t it?”

  I know I’m supposed to be fighting him, but it feels so good that I’m shaking. “I’m not supposed to want this.”

  “No, you’re not.” He keeps me rocking against him. I’m so wet, I’ve already soaked his pants. Jonas leans forward until his lips touch the shell of my ear. “You’re not supposed to want this cock, which is the very reason you’re panting for it. But you’ve got to earn it. Get yourself off like this.”

  I’m nearly mindless with pleasure. I loop my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts to the soft fabric of his shirt and grind myself against his cock. “I really just wanted a book.”

  “You came into my study looking for exactly what you got.” He shifts his hands to my ass, squeezing and massaging but no longer guiding my movements. I have no one to blame but myself. He won’t let me forget it, either. “You wanted to interrupt my work and rub that needy pussy all over me until I take care of her. Isn’t that right?”

  “No,” I sob. I’m so close. Every time he squeezes my ass, it feels like a bolt straight to my clit. I feel just like the little slut he’s named me. I want more.

  “Is that not enough for you?” He sounds almost bored. “Typical.”

  “Jonas, please.”

  He stops my frantic motions. “Please, what? Ask me nicely and I’ll consider giving you what you need.”

  “Your mouth again. Please.”

  He lifts me easily and turns us around to set me in his chair. Watching this man go to his knees is something I’ll never get tired of. It’s even better because he’s fully dressed and I’m entirely naked. He guides my legs up and back, spreading me wide. As I watch, he lowers his head and drags his face over my pussy. “You taste too fucking good. You make me want to have you spread out on my dining room table, eating this pussy morning, noon, and night. We could see how many times I can make you come all over my face.”

  “Jonas.” I moan. “We can’t. We’re not supposed to do this.”

  “You’re right.” He inhales, long and deep. “But you’re feeling needy and I have a willing tongue. It’d be a damn shame to leave you wanting.”

  And then there’s no more time for talking. He licks and teases, driving my pleasure higher and higher until I can’t stop myself from begging. I dig my fingers into his hair and lift my hips as much as I can, rubbing myself against his lips. “Right there.”

  “That’s right. You know what you want, don’t you? This.” He keeps up that motion, over and over again, until I splinter into pieces. One last long lick and then he rises, picks me up, and resumes our earlier position.

  That orgasm should have taken the edge off. It doesn’t. It only seems to take my frenzy from a spark to an inferno. I start rubbing myself on his cock again, and Jonas sighs. “I should have known that wouldn’t be enough for you.”

  “This is what you wanted.”

  “No, what I wanted was to get some work done.” He rolls the chair closer to the desk and reaches around me to straighten the paperwork I dislodged earlier. He sighs. “What a mess.”

  Somehow, this has gotten all turned around in my head. I lift myself up a little and rub my breasts against his face. “Are you sure you want to work right now?”

  “Work waits for no one.”

  “Please, Jonas.” I’m whining a little but I can’t seem to help it. “Please don’t stop.”

  “First you don’t want anything I can give you, and now you want everything.” He sits back in his chair and eyes me. “So much for the little princess act.”

  I lean forward again and, this time, he catches my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. The second he releases me, I eagerly cup my other breast and offer it as well. Jonas gives it the same treatment, making me squirm in his lap. I play with my wet nipples as he watches, feeling so fucking filthy that I can’t stand it. “You said it yourself. I’m not a princess. I’m a slut.” I unbutton his shirt with quick flicks of my fingers. “I need you to keep making me feel good.”

  “You don’t seem to need me to do much at all.” He watches as I spread his shirt and run my nails lightly down his chest. Despite the bored expression on his face, his cock jumps in response. “You’re doing
a fine job yourself.”

  “I do need you, though.” I unfasten his slacks, moving slow, and peel them away from his cock. He finally takes some pity on me and lifts his hips so he can shove his pants down to his thighs. Finally. I wrap my fist around his cock and rub my pussy up and down his length. “You’re so big.”

  “What would your father say if he say if he knew you were rubbing yourself all over my cock?”

  I lift myself up enough to notch his cock at my entrance. “I’m not my father’s little princess anymore.” I sink down onto him in a smooth move. All the earlier fucking has made room, and it’s a seamless descent. We both gasp when he’s finally seated deep within me. I reach back to brace myself on the desk, giving him a perfect view of my body as I ride him slowly. I drag in a breath. “But I am my Daddy’s baby girl.”

  21

  Jonas curses and then his hands are on me and he’s leaning forward to kiss my breasts. “That’s right. You’re a dirty little slut who needs her Daddy’s cock.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “I can’t get enough.”

  “I ought to chain you to my fucking desk.” He thrusts up as I sink down, impaling himself deeper yet. “I’ll keep this perfect pussy wet and ready for me all the time.” Another rough thrust. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Blake? To be my toy. For me to spend the day playing with you.” He kisses me hard. “If you promise to be quiet, I’ll let you ride my cock during work calls, just like you are right now.”

  “I’ll be quiet,” I gasp. “No one will know that you’re about to make me come.”

  “Liar.” The word holds none of the sharpness from before. “You’ll be screaming and I’ll have to explain that I need to go because my baby girl’s pussy requires attending to.”

  “It’s not my fault.” I slam down onto him and circle my hips. It feels so good, I keep doing it. “You make me crazed. I can’t get enough of your cock. It’s so big, it fills me so good.”

  Jonas loops an arm around my waist and lifts me up to set me on the desk. Papers go flying but neither of us care because he’s using the new position to fuck me. Long rough strokes that jolt my entire body with impact. He’s so deep, I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I grip the edge of the desk to hold myself in place, letting him fuck me harder.

  I come on the next stroke. My orgasm bows my back and Jonas drags me even closer to him, bending down to take my mouth as he drives into me. The pleasure feels too big for my body, as if it’s transcended the physical and put us on an entirely different level. I can do nothing but cling to him as he finishes, pumping me full of his come.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper. “Maybe you should chain me to your desk because I could get used to this.” It’s just pleasure drugging my brain, removing the brakes that should be in place. There’s nothing to get used to because tonight is our last day together. The realization feels bitter in the extreme.

  His chuckle vibrates through my body. Jonas turns his head and kisses my temple. “Fuck, Blake, but I can’t get enough of you.” He leverages himself off me, but he doesn’t give me a chance to try to sit up. He simply scoops me into his arms and carries me out of the office. I expect him to take me to the bedroom, but he sets me on the couch and pulls the blanket from earlier around me. “Give me a second.”

  “Take your time,” I say faintly. “I can’t feel my legs.”

  He moves into the kitchen. “You okay with scotch?”

  “Yes.” It’s not my go-to, but I can appreciate a good scotch.

  He rustles around and then comes back into the living room to press a tumbler with amber liquid into my hands. Jonas sits next to me and pulls me closer, until my legs drape over his lap and he’s got his arms wrapped around me. We sit for several long minutes, sipping our scotch. He finally sighs. “That was intense.”

  That startles a laugh out of me. “Intense might be understating it.”

  “Are you…” He hesitates. “Are we good?”

  I twist so I can see his face. He actually looks a little worried. “Yes. A thousand times yes. I…” Now it’s my turn to pick my words with care. “I like how nothing’s off-limits with you as long as we talk about it ahead of time. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. I like the games we play. This one was more intense than before, but it was so hot.” I shiver. “I liked it a lot.”

  “Me too.” He sets his glass aside and cups my neck. “Blake.”

  This is where he lets me down softly. Where he very sternly, but gently, reminds me that this all ends tomorrow. A careful reestablishment of the boundaries we put in place yesterday. I’m not ready to come back down to reality. Not yet. I press my fingers to his lips. “I know it’s only the weekend. Can we just have this right now? At least until tomorrow?”

  Do I imagine the disappointment in his eyes? I’m not certain. Jonas is so open in some ways, allowing me to the very heart of him, but when it comes to anything other than sex, he’s a bit of a mystery. I wasn’t lying before. From all the stories my father has told about him over the years, I feel like I know him.

  That doesn’t mean I actually do know him, though.

  Jonas finally nods. “Drink your scotch. It’ll put the bones back in your legs.”

  “Maybe,” I mutter. But I settle back against him and take a sip. Being close like this feeds a completely different part of me than the fucking does. I’m a big cuddler, and I hadn’t realized how much I’ve been missing the contact with another person.

  Or at least that’s what I tell myself as I finish my drink and set the glass down. I turn and nuzzle Jonas’s throat. “I don’t want to miss a moment of our time together.”

  His chuckle rumbles against my nose. “You need some sleep if you’re going to be driving back to Seattle tomorrow.”

  Another reminder of our limited time. It has panic fluttering in my veins. “I don’t want to sleep yet.”

  “Blake.” There it is again, that tone that speaks of serious conversations and very clear boundaries.

  My panic takes wings, spurring me into motion. I surge up and kiss him. We both taste of scotch, but it’s not the alcohol making my head spin. No, that’s purely Jonas. He allows the kiss for several long moments, but then he wraps a fist around my hair and leverages me a few inches away. Just enough to see the look on his face.

  He looks…out of control.

  As out of control as I feel.

  He tightens his grip on my hair. “Problem, baby girl?”

  “Of course not.” My voice is too hoarse, giving lie to my words. “Why would there be a problem?”

  “That’s the question, isn’t it?” He moves before I find the words to answer, standing and tossing me over his shoulder. “We’re going to bed.”

  “Jonas!” I cling to his waist as he walks through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. He drops me on the bed and he’s on me before I have a chance to get my bearings, using his bigger body to press me back into the mattress. Not that I’m complaining, not with panic still fluttering in my chest, my throat, on my tongue. There aren’t enough hours left in this weekend; nowhere near enough time to exorcise this man from my blood, my bones. This experience was supposed to be about getting him out of my system, but instead he’s in even deeper than before.

  Jonas’s hands are in my hair, tugging my head to the side in a gentle, but unbreakable, grip. “You don’t want to talk about it.” His voice has gone low and rough. “You just want to fuck and pretend that it’s going to be easy for you to go back to your life tomorrow.”

  His words lash me, making me want to sting him right back. “You said it’s only for the weekend. Don’t be pissed at me for sticking to that.”

  “So logical.” He sets his teeth against the sensitive skin of my throat. “You always have a plan, don’t you?”

  “Is that so bad?”

  He mutters something, but surely I must be hearing him wrong because I could swear he said It is when you’re leaving me. That can�
�t be right, though. Surely he didn’t say those words. Jonas works his way down my body, lavishing my breasts with kisses, trailing down my stomach, and finally settling between my thighs. How many times has he been in this exact position over the last twenty-four hours? So many. It doesn’t matter. I can’t get enough.

  I’m truly terrified that I’ll never get enough of this man.

  He doesn’t speak again. He just starts eating me out as if he wants to imprint himself on every inch of me. Like kissing my pussy is for his pleasure even more than mine, and he doesn’t care how many times I come, he’s not going to stop until he’s satisfied.

  I lose track of orgasms. They roll into each other like waves crashing in a storm, each one driven higher than the next, all propelled by Jonas’s mouth. By the time he lifts his head, I’m shaking so hard, I can’t do more than lie there as he crawls up my body and settles between my thighs.

  I lift a trembling hand and touch his face. “You’re going to ruin me.”

  “Good.” He kisses me hard. “When you go back to California and you’re going on polite dates with assholes who think they can argue their way into your pants, remember this moment.” He guides his cock to my entrance and works into me in short, rough strokes. “Remember how much you love coming all over my face. Remember how you crave being filled by my cock.” He gives one last thrust, sealing us together. “Remember me.”

  He’s really trying to ruin me.

  22

  Something hot and harsh sears me. I dig my hands into Jonas’s hair and find his mouth as he fucks me, slow and thorough, letting me feel every impressive inch of him. I taste myself on his tongue, which only drives my pleasure higher. This is how it is with us. Rough and dirty and all-consuming.

  He hitches one arm under my thigh and opens me wider so he can sink deeper. I moan. “I’m not the only one, Jonas.”

  “That so?” He’s breathing just as harshly as I am. Sweat covers our bodies, slicking the way to a slow gliding fuck that already has another orgasm building in me.