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

by Katee Robert

  “Yes.” I drag my nails down his back and dig them into his ass. “When you’re sitting here, all alone in your self-imposed exile…” He pulls a move with his hips that has his cock stirring inside me. “Holy fuck, do that again.” I whimper as he obeys.

  “Problem focusing, baby girl? Can’t imagine why.”

  “You’re such an ass.” I rise to meet his strokes. This feels too good. I meant what I said before; this man is going to ruin me. It’s not fucking fair. He’s already ruined me in part simply by existing peripherally in my life. Now I know how good it is between us, and I’m afraid I’m never going to recover. I want to ruin him right back. “You keep telling me how good my pussy is. I hope that’s enough to keep you warm at night when you’re all alone, jacking yourself to the memory of me.”

  Jonas buries his face in my neck as he keeps thrusting, driving us closer and closer to the point of no return. “No one can compare, Blake.” He turns his head and nips my shoulder. “Just like no one fucks you like your Daddy does. Now, come for me one more time.” He kisses me and shifts, changing the angle so that each stroke his him rubbing against my G-spot. I’m already too close; I don’t stand a chance of holding out.

  He barely lets me finish before he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. “It’s time.”

  No mistaking his meaning. He very clearly outlined what he wanted earlier. I can’t work up the energy to tense, not when I’ve come so many times, not when I have the ridiculous urge to cry. We’re so clearly saying goodbye. I want this experience, too. If I can’t have him forever, I can at least have this experience with him. This memory.

  Jonas goes to the nightstand and comes back with a bottle of lube. He stares at me for a long moment. I have the faint suspicion that he’s memorizing this moment, too. Packing it away in the back of his mind to pull forth when he wants to revisit it.

  He grabs a pillow and urges me to lift my hips so he can slide it beneath me. I’ve done enough anal to know the drill, but never with someone of his size. As he kneels behind me, nerves flutter to life. “You’re not going to fit,” I mutter.

  “Give me a chance to prove you wrong.”

  I don’t hesitate. “Do it.”

  He takes his time spreading lube over my ass. Again, I get the feeling that he’s imprinting this moment in his mind and making it last as long as possible. I close my eyes and release a long exhale. I trust him. It’s as simple and complicated as that. He’s proven time and time again that my trust is founded, and this act won’t alter that.

  Finally, Jonas shifts and then his cock is there, pressing slowly into me. I tense, but make myself relax. He still feels too big, too overwhelming, but I can’t deny that it’s not exactly unpleasant. He stops with just the head of his cock inside me. “Baby girl?”

  “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I whisper. “I can take it.”

  He gives a rough laugh that sounds a little choked. “I know you can.” He goes back to easing into me, never giving me a moment to rest but also not rushing me. It seems to take forever, his length endless. But finally, finally his hips meet my ass and he exhales. “There you go.” Jonas braces his forearms on either side of me and pulls my hair off my neck. “You’re doing great.” He kisses me there, his movements shaking just as much as my body is. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

  I shift a little, testing the feel of him. It’s overwhelming. Truly overwhelming. But, in this moment, I want nothing more than to be overwhelmed by Jonas.

  I half expect him to start fucking my ass, but instead he snakes a hand between me and the mattress to cup my pussy. Jonas keeps kissing my neck, finding the spot that has my toes involuntarily curling, as he starts the lightest friction of his fingers against my clit. I’m so over-sensitized, anything more than this would be too much. Of course he knows that. Of course he adapts and ensures that I’m getting as much pleasure out of this experience as he is.

  It doesn’t take long before I’m shifting against his fingers. The small movements mean I’m working his cock in and out of my ass, just a little, and he curses against my skin. “That’s right. Ride my hand. Take what you need.”

  I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to. My exhale sounds like a sob as I mindlessly rub my pussy against his hand, seeking the orgasm building deep inside me. I don’t even realize he’s moving with me as first, short little strokes that make the most of my rolling hips. Careful. Jonas is being so fucking careful with me.

  I grip the sheets. “More.”

  He hesitates. “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  He does as I ask, pulling nearly all the way out of me and thrusting back in. The almost uncomfortable full feeling only accents the pleasure of his fingers. I’m so close. So fucking close. “More, Daddy.”

  This time, he takes me at my word. Jonas picks up his pace. He’s still not being overly rough, but the faster slide of his cock in my ass has me moaning. I want this moment to last forever.

  Nothing lasts forever, though.

  I orgasm hard, screaming into the mattress. Jonas curses and then he’s picking up his pace. Still careful, but he’s fully fucking me now, driving into me with a borderline frenzy. He pulls out and then hot come lashes my back.

  I start to laugh. “Oh my god.”

  He’s panting as he presses a kiss to my temple. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” I stretch slowly. I’m a little sore, but I cherish that ache. Something to remember this by. “More than okay.”

  “Then let’s get us in the shower.” He pulls me to my feet and tows me into the bathroom. I have every intention of taking advantage of him under the streaming water, but my body has other ideas. I end up leaning against Jonas as he washes me tenderly. My eyes simply refused to stay open.

  After the shower, we land back in Jonas’s bed, and he tucks the covers in tight around us as he spoons me. I want to stay awake. I do. But sleep takes me all the same. At least for a little while.

  I open my eyes to the sound of birds chirping and the glaring absence of the rain. This is it. The weekend is over. Behind me, Jonas stirs, and we have lazy morning sex, him thrusting into me from behind while he plays with my clit. When we finish, we both lay there in silence.

  As much as I don’t want to be the one to break it and end things, I can’t keep my words to myself. “Thank you for this weekend. It was…”

  “Yeah.” He gives me a squeeze. “Yeah, it was.”

  The temptation remains to stay in bed. To ignore the clock ticking away the minutes and pretend that the sun hasn’t risen and shoved our deadline in our face. I force myself to sit up. “I should, uh, book my flight.” I grab my phone and pull up the airline’s app. It takes a few minutes to find an afternoon flight and book it and then I’m left staring at my screen. “I should get going. I like to be at the airport early.”

  “Blake.”

  I look at my, my heart in my throat. “Yeah?”

  But Jonas just shakes his head. “Nothing. You should eat before you go.”

  How am I supposed to eat when my stomach is tied in knots? I try for a smile, but it feels strange on my face. “I’m a nervous flyer, so I’d rather not.”

  “Oh. Right.” He sits up, too. “I’ll, uh, go warm up your car.”

  I sit there and watch him pull on a pair of pants and walk out of the room without looking back. This is goodbye, but he’s still taking care of me in his own way. My chest hurts. It feels like I’m caught in some machine bent on crushing the life out of me.

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

  I dress quickly. It feels like I’m a different person than the one who showed up here Friday evening, determined to convince Jonas to work with me. I head downstairs, still feeling ill at ease in my skin.

  I don’t want to leave. I can admit that to myself, even if I can’t admit it aloud to Jonas. But trying to stay longer will just put off the inevitable. I live in California. Jonas’s home is in Washington. No matter how much he likes fuc
king me, he’s still got a stick up his ass about our age difference. There are so many barriers to this being anything more than a weekend fling.

  Mainly that Jonas doesn’t want it to be more than a weekend fling.

  He meets me in the living room as I dig through my purse to make sure I have everything. I hate how awkward we’re being with each other. I try again for a smile. “I’m terrible at goodbyes.”

  “Me, too.” He closes the distance between us and pulls me into his arms. “This will have to do.”

  He kisses me. Maybe it was supposed to be a brief one, but nothing is ever simple with us. I drop my purse and dig my hands into his hair. He grabs my ass and yanks me tighter to him. I don’t know who moves first. It might be me. I fumble to shove down his pants and he’s pulling up my skirt and lifting me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. And then he’s wedging that giant cock into me for the last time, working me down his length. For the first time, we fuck without speaking a single word.

  What is there to say? This is goodbye and we both know it.

  Jonas turns and takes a few steps so he can brace me against the wall. He takes my mouth in long, drugging kisses as he drives into me. Like he wants to imprint himself on every fiber of my being. I could tell him that ship has already sailed, but I’m too busy trying to clutch him to me, to get as close as possible, to take him deeper yet.

  It’s over far too soon. I come with a cry that he swallows down and then he’s following me over the edge, pumping me full of his goodbye. He gentles the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “Miss me a little?”

  I drag in a ragged breath. “I’m going to miss you a lot.”

  “Me, too.” He pulls out of me and carefully sets me back on my feet. Jonas gives me one last kiss and steps back. “Drive safe.”

  I adjust my clothing, taking too long while I fight down the absurd urge to cry. “I will.”

  I make it to the door when his voice stops me. “Baby girl.” I glance over my shoulder to find him watching me. “You’ll figure out the business stuff. Give yourself a little grace and trust your instincts.”

  Damn it, now I really am going to cry. “Goodbye, Jonas.”

  “Bye, Blake.”

  It’s over for real.

  23

  The next week passes in a blur. I decide to take Jonas’s advice to heart and put my all into doing things my way. Or maybe I just keep myself busy to avoid going back to my empty apartment and the onslaught of memories from last weekend. The inside of my head is a messy place right now, and I can’t begin to count how many times I pick up my phone to text Jonas and then put it back down again. He gave me the weekend. Wanting more is greedy and unfair. It’s better to let things end now, while they’re good, than to continue to throw myself at him and force him to reject me. Again.

  Instead, I throw myself into work.

  My first priority is getting the Henderson account figured out. It takes two very, very long days to find an architect who will fit their vision and has availability. Grace Ramsey. She’s up-and-coming in the field and hungry to make her name. With the connections the Hendersons have, it could mean a lot of steady work for her. Convincing them to give her a shot takes another two days and countless phone calls while I patiently explain that Jonas is not available and I have the utmost faith that my pick will meet all their needs. On Friday, I get them all into a room together, and she works her magic. By the end of the meeting, they are convinced Grace walks on water and have completely forgotten than Jonas exists.

  I wish I could forget him as easily.

  I think about him so much, when he actually walks through my office door late Friday afternoon, I’m sure I’m hallucinating him. I stare blankly as Jonas knocks on the doorframe. “Can I come in?”

  He looks good. Really good. He’s wearing jeans and one of those knitted fisherman’s sweaters that I eyed in his closet less than a week ago. I blink, but he doesn’t disappear. “Are you actually here?”

  “Yeah.” His lips curve. “I’m actually here.”

  I can’t move. It’s like my body has turned into a statue and fused me to my office chair. “If you changed your mind about the Henderson account, it’s too late. I already found them an architect.”

  At that, he gives me a real smile. “I knew you would.”

  I have no business letting his words warm me straight through. Not when I still don’t understand what’s going on. “But… Why are you here?”

  “Can I come in?” he asks again.

  “Yes.” I motion him forward. “Shut the door, please.” Most everyone in the office has already gone home, but there’s no reason to risk having whatever this is get brought into office gossip. Not when I don’t understand why Jonas is here.

  He shuts the door and leans against it, making no move to approach. “I spent this week thinking.”

  “Okay.” It’s like all my nerves spring to life at once and suddenly I can’t sit still. I push to my feet. “What’s that have to do with me?”

  “I had a good time last weekend.” He’s watching me closely. “I think you did, too.”

  My face feels like it’s on fire, but I manage a droll response. “I can’t imagine what gave you that idea? It’s not like I lost count of how many orgasms you gave me or anything.”

  He pushes off the door and takes a step toward me. “It was more than just fucking. There’s a connection there.”

  “A connection.” So he felt it, too. I swallow hard. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m fucking this up.” He drags a hand over his face and gives a rough laugh. “Let me try again.” Jonas holds my gaze. “I like you a whole hell of a lot, Blake. Not just the sex, though I like that a whole hell of a lot, too.”

  Holy shit, this is happening. “I like you, too,” I whisper.

  Some of the tension in his shoulders disappears. “I would like a chance to take you out on a real date.” Jonas hesitates. “Not just a single date. I want to date you. To give this thing between us a chance to figure itself out.”

  “You live in Washington.”

  He shrugs. “I have a house down here. I’ve just been up there the last couple years because I like the quiet. I can do my work anywhere.”

  He’s saying all the right things. I’m afraid to hope that this is real. “You’re my father’s best friend.”

  “There’s that.” He nods. “When we’re ready, we’ll sit down and explain the situation to him.”

  My head is spinning. “The situation.”

  “Yeah.” Jonas takes another step toward me. “You see, I’m falling for you, baby girl. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy to figure this out. But if you’re game, I want to try.”

  My heart feels like it’s attempting to beat out of my chest. I laugh, the sound hoarse. “Is that a trick question?”

  “Not even a little bit.”

  I’m already moving, closing the distance between us. “Yes. Yes, I want to try.” I throw myself into his arms and kiss him. Even though it’s only been a week, desperation claws through me. “I need you, Daddy.”

  Jonas doesn’t argue. He just reaches behind him to lock my office door and then his mouth is on mine. We stumble back toward my desk, and he has the presence of mind to guide us around it. Our hands are everywhere. Mine shoving under his sweater. His cupping my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples to attention. He pushes me down into the office chair and shoves up my dress to my waist. The way he stares at my black lace panties is how a starving man looks at a banquet laid out in his honor.

  He manages to drag his gaze to my face. “We’re in your office.”

  “Yes.” I’m breathing too hard.

  “You know what that means.”

  I’m grinning and I can’t stop. “I’ll have to be quiet.”

  “That’s right.” He dips his head down and presses a kiss to my pussy through the lace. I whimper, which earns me a sharp look. But he doesn’t stop kissing me until my panties are soaked. Only then does he
nuzzle the fabric aside to get to my pussy. He curses at the first taste and spears me with his tongue as if he can’t get enough.

  I lift my hips to rub myself against his mouth. “More,” I whisper.

  He gives me more.

  He eats me out until I’m shaking, but he doesn’t tip me over the edge. Jonas finally lifts his head and licks his lips. “I’m feeling greedy, baby girl. I want you to come around my cock.”

  “Yes.” I’m already nodding. I nudge him back and climb shakily to my feet. While he does the same, I shove my panties off, bend over my desk, and lift my dress. “Like this, Daddy?”

  His rough curse is music to my ears. His hands brush my ass and down to spread my legs more, and then his cock is there, notching at my entrance. It feels like coming home. The sensation only becomes stronger when Jonas bends over me and covers my mouth with his broad hand. “Have to be quiet.” His voice is rough in my ear as he keeps up the endless advance of his cock into me. “Wouldn’t want all your employees to know that you’re in here, getting your needy pussy filled.” He thrusts the rest of the way into me, trapping my moan against his palm. With his free hand, he tugs down the straps of my dress and my bra, baring my breasts. “Can’t let everyone know you like being fucked dirty, can we?”

  “No,” I moan.

  “That’s right.” He thrusts again, slow. Taking his time. Jonas hooks an arm around my waist and lifts me as he moves back to sit in my chair. He keeps one hand over my mouth and cups my breast with the other. “Tell me what they’d see when they walk in.”

  He shifts his grip to my jaw, freeing me to talk. It’s all too easy to imagine. “My dress is wadded up around my waist. I might as well be naked.”

  “Because you don’t care about being discreet. You just care about fucking.”

  “Yes,” I hiss. Each roll of my hips has him rubbing deliciously inside me. “They’ll see your cock. It’s so big, Daddy. You spread me so wide.”

  He shudders out a breath and drops his free hand to my pussy, using his fingers to spread me. “No hiding that, is there?”