by Rye Hart
Not wanting to rush things, I took my time kissing her mouth and neck. As usual, she allowed me to undress her without any inhibition. I enjoyed how comfortable she was in her nakedness almost as much as I enjoyed every perfect line of her body. She was slim but not thin, which was how I preferred. Her tits were large and almost too much for my hands, and her hips were rounded and wide in contrast to her pinched waist. She was a goddess, and I would gladly spend my whole life worshiping her.
Once Chloe was completely bare, I continued to devour her skin while her hands moved to my clothes. Unlike the other times she had tried to strip me, this time I didn’t stop her. I allowed her to remove my clothing piece by piece until we were both standing naked in the middle of the huge bedroom.
With her mouth hanging slightly open, she pulled away from me and ran her eyes up and down my body. Her hands followed her gaze on my defined pecks and abs and continued down until they reached my cock. She licked her lips once her fingers curled around my girth.
“Do you still want a taste, or should we go straight to the main event?” I asked in a teasing tone.
A grin that was filled with almost childish excitement curled on her face. “I want to, but I..ah..”
She didn’t need to finish that sentence for me to know where she was going. “Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it.” Chloe sighed a breath of relief, and I quickly started our next lesson. “Get down on your knees,” I ordered, and like the good girl she was, she obeyed. Chloe sank slowly to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. I had imagined this exact moment so many times, and the knowledge that it was about to come true was almost too much to bear.
I brought a hand to her long, blonde hair, raked my fingers through her soft tresses and wrapped them around my palm as she took me into the wet cavern of her mouth. I forced myself to stand as still as possible as she ran her tongue along my length and then sucked gently on the tip.
For a brief moment, I started to suspect that this was not her first blowjob and the thought made me crazy. I wanted to be the only one she had ever experienced in this way. I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled her off of me.
Her eyes widened and she asked, “Am I doing it wrong? Do you not like it?”
It was all I needed to hear to know that I was her one and only. “No baby, you’re doing it very, very right,” I purred and groaned as she took me into her mouth again.
She slid her lips along me until my tip probed the back of her throat and her other hand came up to cup my balls. Unable to help myself, I groaned and called her name as my body prepared to release itself into her mouth. I tried to pull back but she held firm and increased the pressure and suction of her lips around me.
“No, not like this,” I said, pulling her up to her feet.
I guided her backward and onto the bed and knelt between her open thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Chloe” I whispered as I took my engorged cock in my hand, the tip glistening with a drop of cum. I rubbed the tip over her wet folds and watched the way her face contorted with pleasure.
“Stop teasing me, Conner,” Chloe pleaded after a few seconds, her voice rough and desperate. “I want to feel you inside me. Please don’t make me wait.”
I smiled at her begging and balanced myself on my arms so I could look at her. Holding her gaze, I pushed myself slowly inside of her and delighted at her gasp and how tight she was.
“Is this what you want?” I whispered against her lips.
“Yes,” she moaned.
With another roll of my hips, I pushed a bit deeper. Chloe moaned and called my name as I continued to slide further and further into her tight pussy, not stopping until I was completely buried inside of her.
I waited for a moment before starting to thrust, wanting her to get used to the feel of me. Though my need to possess her nearly drove me insane, I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I would take from her.
I slowly began to move inside of her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. With this new angle, I could bury myself to the hilt in her aching core with each long, slow thrust. Chloe cried out once and I stopped, looking down at her with concern in my eyes, only to quickly realize that her cry was not one of pain.
Hoping to give her a first time worth remembering, I kissed her mouth, her face, her neck as my cock worked itself slowly in and out of her until her eyes closed and my name started rolling off her tongue. I picked up speed as her body began to quiver and her inner walls pulsed around my cock.
It was all I could do not to let my primal need take over, but I wanted to see her, I wanted to watch her come with me inside of her.
“Oh my God, Conner!,” she cried in a sharp shriek of pure pleasure.
I kissed her neck and whispered, “Let go for me, baby. Let go.”
As soon as the words were out of my lips, Chloe tossed her head back, arched against me and found her release. Her walls pulsed around my cock and her body shivered with her orgasm, and just like I knew it would be, the sight was magnificent. Her orgasm made me even hungrier for her and I continued to pump her pussy until her body stopped thrashing and her breathing slowed.
Hard as a rock and still buried inside of her, I rolled to my side and pulled her to me. With genuine concern, I asked, “Are you ok?”
“That was amazing,” she whispered with a well-fucked smile on her pouty lips.
Knowing that she was truly ok, I was finally able to take my own pleasure. I guided her hips with my hands to rock against me and in just a few seconds, she took over and set our rhythm. She slid over me again and again, arching her back to give me full access. I used my thumb on her clit as she rode my cock and when I felt her walls collapse on me again, I finally gave in. Holding her hips firmly, I rocked into her and emptied myself deep inside her pussy, filling her with so much pent up cum that it ran out of her to pool on my stomach.
Thoroughly satisfied, I lifted her off of me and pulled her against me. I kissed her hair and held her tight, knowing without a doubt that I was completely in love with her.
Moved by that surprising feeling, I found myself asking a question I’d never thought I’d ask a woman on a Friday night. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”
For a second, my words hung in the silent air. Then, Chloe raised her head from my chest to look at me. Her brows pulled together just slightly, and she shook her head. “Hayden is back on tour, and I’m alone at home, so no. Why?”
“Lucas and I are doing the horseback and ice-cream thing tomorrow, and I was wondering if you’d like to join us.” My words were followed by a deep breath and a lot of anticipation.
Understanding the seriousness of what I was asking her, Chloe smiled and gave me a quick peck on the lips as she replied, “I’d love to.”
Now I just had to figure out how I was going to tell my best friend in the world that I was in love with his daughter and I wasn’t ever letting her go.
CHAPTER ELEVEN — CHLOE
The next three weeks were my definition of a perfect life. After my first Saturday morning riding with Conner and Lucas, the three of us hanging out together became a thing. We spent every moment of the weekends on fun adventures and most weeknights playing games or watching movies at their house.
Since our relationship was still very new and we hadn’t discussed the details of it yet, Conner and I refrained from any displays of affection in front of his son and simply told the boy that I was around as a friend which allowed us to get to know each other on a more personal level. We talked about everything and laughed more than I did with anyone else in my life. With each passing day, we grew closer, and I fell a bit more in love with both of the Wilkes boys.
Although it was sometimes hard to find time in our busy schedules to be intimate, the sexual side of our relationship also continued to evolve. Now that my cherry had been popped—in the grandest possible way, I craved Conner all the time, and he was always happy to oblige. Every second of alone ti
me we managed to find—whether in his house late at night or in my office—was spent naked and making love.
Everything was perfect and, for the first time in a long time, I was really happy. However, if there’s a universal truth in life, it is that things never stay perfect for long. Sooner or later, the shit always hits the fan, right?
In my case, that dreaded moment happened on a Wednesday morning, while Conner and I were locked inside my office, naked, and with me bouncing up and down on his cock. His hands were on my tits, my mouth was on his neck, the muscles inside my pussy were tightening with an impending orgasm. Everything was perfect with the exception of my damned phone that didn’t stop ringing.
“Don’t you dare,” Conner whispered in a stern tone as I looked over my shoulder toward the device.
As always, I followed his command and pushed the sound out of my mind as I returned my gaze to his gorgeous blue eyes. Focused on my pleasure, I continued to ride him with renewed strength. His fingers tightened against my skin, and my head lulled backward with the intensity of the pleasure building inside.
“I’m so close,” I told him when the phone finally stopped ringing.
He groaned. “Then, let go, baby, cause I’m there.”
As per usual, Conner’s request was my command. I crashed my lips against his to muffle my moans as we found our release together. Our arms intertwined and our tongues danced together, and the stupid ringing of a phone echoed through the room again, completely breaking the moment.
“Annoying little fucker!” Conner barked at the device as he helped me off of him so he could stand.
Since the current annoyance came from his phone and not mine, I made myself comfortable on the couch and enjoyed the delicious afterglow of my orgasm as I watched him walk deliciously naked toward my desk to retrieve his device. Honestly, the vision of Conner naked—with those muscles and that ass on display—was something I knew would never stop surprising me.
His face tightened into a frown as he looked at the screen. “Oh, shit!”
Worry gripped at my insides at his reaction, and I quickly sat up as he started to pace.
“What’s wrong?” I asked over the ringing of the phone.
Conner ran a hand through his hair and looked at me with a pained expression. “It’s your Dad.”
I raised a brow and took a deep breath. Obviously, we both knew my Dad would eventually return from his business trip, and we would have to deal with how his presence affected our blossoming relationship. However, judging by the frown on Conner’s face and the rapid beating of my heart, it was clear that neither of us was ready to deal with that.
Still, I knew there was no way around it, so I shook my head and said, “Just answer it, Conner. He knows you and Lucas kept me company over the last few weeks and probably just wants to thank you. Be normal and talk to him.”
With flaring nostrils, Conner closed his eyes, pressed the answer button on his phone and brought the device to his ear. “Hey, Alex! Back in town already?”
Although I couldn’t hear what my Dad was saying on the other side of the line, a pained expression took over Conner’s face as he listened. Then, he let out some forced chuckles and peeled his eyes away from me as he walked toward his discarded clothes and started putting them back on.
“No, man. Everything is fine,” he assured as he wrestled his pants back on. “We were going through financial projections and shit like that. You know I’m no good with numbers, so we put the phones on silent so I could focus.”
There was a pause where Conner tossed me my dress without even looking at me, then he forced yet another chuckle and ran a hand through his hair again. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said. There was another pause, he hung his head and exhaled. Then, he nodded and said, “If you insist, there’s nothin’ I can say but yes, you pushy SOB.”
They exchanged a few more words as I got up from the couch and got dressed. I was zipping up my dress when Conner finally hung up, tossed his phone on the sofa and let out a long string of curse words while pulling at his hair like a crazy person.
“Hey, calm down. What’s wrong?” I asked as walked toward him.
As my fingers touched the sides of Conner’s abs, he pushed my hands away and took a step back. Without looking at me, he shook his head. “What’s wrong?” he repeated sarcastically. “Everything, Chloe. Every fucking thing.”
Despite the pain in my chest at his rejection, I tried to be understanding and took a deep, calming breath before replying. “What did my father say?”
“That he’s back and thankful that I looked after you while he was gone. He also wants to have Lucas and me over for dinner tonight, as a thank you.” Once those words were out of his mouth, Conner finally raised his eyes to meet mine. There was a mixture of pain and disgust in those blue eyes that broke my heart. “I took your virginity, fucked you every single day since, and he wants to thank me.”
Unable to help myself, I smiled at him. “You’ve been making me very happy, so maybe he should thank you.”
“Don’t be cute right now. It’s not the time,” Conner admonished me with narrowed eyes. “Don’t you see it? I’m fucking his little girl and he’s cooking me a goddamn steak.”
And that comment did it. As much as I understood Conner and loved his sense of loyalty toward my Dad, what was happening between us had nothing to do with my father and his excessive worry frustrated me to the point of nausea. I was nervous to tell my father about us too, but I knew that he loved both of us and he would eventually be ok with it in time.
“Just stop,” I blurted out in a stern tone I had never used with him before. “We’ve always known this day would come and that we would have to deal with it, but don’t make this a bigger thing than it should be. This relationship is about you and me, not my father.”
Although my tone was serious, Conner chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how young and naïve you are.” Completely offended by his condescending tone, I scowled at him and opened my mouth to give Conner a piece of my mind, but I never got a chance as he continued his rant.
“Honestly, I’ve put the thought of this day out of my mind and I sure as hell didn’t want it to arrive. He’s my best friend—my only friend, for that matter—so I’m not making it bigger. I’m just making it what it is. A huge fucking problem. Alex is the only reason there is a relationship between us at all. If it weren't for him I’d never have hired you, I wouldn’t even have interviewed you. You’re in my life and in my bed because of him. Because he trusted me with you. And now, I get to go and tell him that I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants and fucked his baby girl.”
Pain stronger than anything I had ever felt pierced at my heart. Conner raked a hand through his hair, and I could feel the anger and frustration pulsing from him. I was desperate to make Conner see what he had was not wrong, but in the same breath, I was furious at being considered ‘a huge fucking problem.’
“Well,” I started, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to spill—and failing. “First of all, I’m not a baby. I’m a grown woman who can make her own choices, which is what I did. I chose to sleep with you not because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, but because I fell in love with you, because I’ve been in love with you half of my damn life. But maybe that doesn’t matter. Maybe, my feelings, just like my qualifications for this job and how good I’ve been at it, don’t matter. It’s all on you, isn’t it?”
Seeing my reaction, he sighed and took a step toward me, “That’s not what I meant.”
I saw he was about to say something more, but I simply didn’t want to hear. Not right now, at least. Raising my hand, I stopped him and said, “This is just like last time, Conner. Everything was fine, we were happy, and then my Dad showed up, and you blew me off like one of those bimbos from Rusty’s. I don’t deserve to be hurt like that, and I won’t let you do it to me again.”
With my heart in my hand, I looked away from Conner and took a deep breath to level my vo
ice and calm the raging pain in my stomach. “So, I think you should go away and think about what you want to do and who you can’t live without. I don’t want to be your secret. Either you’re in this with me, and we’ll face my Dad together, or you’re out.”
As much as I hate to admit this, there was a part of me that expected Conner to hear my ultimatum and say that he didn’t need to think, that he knew I was the one he couldn’t live without. I imagined him kissing me afterward and holding my hand as we walked into my Dad’s house for dinner tonight. After so many years loving him in silence, I wanted him to say he loved me too and fight for me. I wanted to feel like I was his world as much as he was mine.
But those were just fantasies of a young and naïve girl.
The reality was that after hearing my words, Conner didn’t say anything. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t comfort me. He simply turned around and walked away.
Once the office door closed behind him, and the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan. A sadness like nothing I’d ever known descended on my and turned my stomach sour. I reached for the trash can at the side of my desk and emptied my breakfast into it.
I puked and heaved until my body was tired and aching. Then, I released the metal can and fell onto my chair feeling completely gutted and humiliated. I cried for a long time before I finally decided that no one, no matter how special they were or how good they made me feel, should have enough power over me to make me feel this way ever again.
Empowered by that thought, I wiped my tears, straightened my back, and reached inside my purse for my makeup and toiletry bag. I opened the lilac pouch and looked inside in search for my toothbrush and concealer, but instead, my eyes feel on the unopened container of tampons.
With a pounding heart, a racing mind, and shaking hands, I looked at my desk calendar and then closed my eyes as tried to convince myself that this was just a dream. I wasn’t seven days late for the first time in my life, and that my life wasn’t as sucky as it currently seamed. Unfortunately, as I opened my eyes the box was still there, and the date was the same.
