Loving My Best Friend's Dad : An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Lila Younger

  I give a slow suck, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. I can’t get very far, barely halfway, before I have to pull up again. His whole body shudders, and I suck hard as I make my way down again. My tongue laps at the bottom ridge of his cock, over the thick veins that have made me scream with pleasure every night as I go up again. This time, when I take him into my mouth, I push it all the way, right up until his cock bumps down my throat, the muscles convulsing as it takes in the fat head. I can feel the saltiness of his precum dribbling down my throat.

  “Fuckfuckfuck,” he hisses, hand tightening in my hair. “Just like that Emilia.”

  I work hard, my hands moving in time with my mouth, sucking and lick his delectable cock. I can feel his balls tightening, I know he’s close, and when he pushes my head down, fucking my mouth, hips snapping into me, I know he’s going to come. His seed shoots down my throat, jets after jets, and I swallow it greedily. There’s so much that it dribbles out the side of my mouth, a sticky string of white that I have to wipe up with a finger.

  But Nate’s never been a one and done kind of man.

  “Let’s do something different tonight,” he says.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “I was thinking we could use the Jacuzzi. I’ve never found a use for it, but I think you’ll like the jets quite a bit,” he says with a wicked grin.

  He scoops me up, our hot skin pressed against each other. The master bath’s already full, the bubbles churning in the water. He’s lit candles all around, and there are even rose petals scattered on the ground too.

  “You didn’t lead with this?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

  “Emilia, no guy is ever going to turn down a blow job,” he says as he deposits me into the warm water.

  “I’ll have to keep that in mind,” I say, twirling in the water.

  The tub is massive, and I can feel bubble jets everywhere, at least ten or fifteen of them. They buffet my body softly, and I can already feel myself relaxing into it.

  “This is amazing,” I tell him as he gets in. “How have you never used this?”

  “Didn’t think of it,” he says. “Not until I saw you.”

  My breasts are floating in the water, the pink nipples bobbing gently on the surface. There’s no bubble bath in this, so even with the jets, I can see all of Nate, every sexy inch of his body, and my whole body seizes. My pussy is sopping wet, and it’s not because of the water.

  “I’m never going to forget this moment,” Nate whispers in my ear as he pulls me to him. “Never.”

  My mouth goes dry. Something about his words tug at my emotion, making my heart skip a beat. I don’t know what to say, so I kiss him instead.

  “Come here,” he says, “right here.”

  He leads me over to the side, guides me so that I’m at the edge of the tub. His hands reach down between my legs, finding my clit. I’m so turned on that he doesn’t need to push my lips apart to find it, and his touch makes me moan with need. He tugs my clit, releasing even more of my honey into the bath. His cock nestles against my pussy, and with one stroke he pushes in. I haven’t been stretched at all, and the feeling of fullness is so delicious that I nearly come. My head hits the side of the porcelain, a surprisingly cool relief to the steam coming off the water.

  “Nate,” I moan. “Oh my god.”

  “My tight little baby,” Nate growls, sexy and rough. I can tell he might have lost it then too.

  He begins to fuck me, but it’s slow going as my walls try to stretch and take him in. It’s so unbelievably tight that I can do nothing but accept it. I don’t mind the change of pace though. We’re always so frenzied, so desperate for each other’s body, and this feels completely different. I can feel his cock dragging, touching every part of me as he enters and pulls out. I close my eyes, leaning onto him, breasts high above the water. Nate fills me up, each stroke angling that deep part of me that only he can reach.

  I’m saying gibberish. Or at least I think I am. Maybe I’m not saying anything at all. I’m drowning in ecstasy, my body useless as his cock pierces my core. He opens my legs wider, pushing me against the wall of the tub, and suddenly there’s a jet of water on my cunt, spraying right on my clit. I scream, pleasure overtaking me, his cock pounding into me faster and faster, the amazing sensation building higher until I come, and I come, and I come. Light blinds my eyes, even though they’re closed, my whole body trembling from my orgasms as he continues to fuck through my orgasm. His cock is hard, and the water on my clit just brings me to climax again.

  I don’t know how long it is before finally, finally I’m opening my eyes, returning to normal. I can feel Nate inside me, his thick length buried inside of me.

  “You haven’t come,” I tell him. He pulls us back, until he’s sitting on the other side. I turn around, guiding his cock back into me.

  “Not yet,” he says.

  I anchor my knees on either side of him and impale myself on his cock, loosened just enough so that I can go right down to his base. The feeling of utter fullness so arousing and powerful that I couldn’t help but shudder. Pleasure spirals through me as I hold onto the edge rock my pussy against him. His hands are on my waist, holding me steady as he fucks up into me, opening me wide every time he enters me. How can it feel this good? How can sex be so pleasurable? I think wildly as he pounds into my cunt, relentless in his pace. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, everything bared to each other, reveling in the shared moment we have. Our foreheads are almost touching, we’re so close physically and emotionally. Something passes between us, and then he comes, we come, my muscles milking all of him, his final thrust shooting his seed inside of me. My orgasm is slower this time, warmth spreading outwards as he finishes, copious amounts of his seed erupting from his tip, coating me inside.

  We’re locked together like this, breathing heavy, bodies touching, connected in such an intimate way as only two people can be. This, this is more than sex. This is what it means when they say you’re making love.

  Emilia

  I wake up for the last time in New York and I’m full of sadness. Even though last night was so perfect, nothing’s changed this morning, which means Nate must think our agreement’s ended. Otherwise he would have left me a note or something right? I sigh, pulling the covers over my head. I’m definitely not ready to face the day. My heart’s heavy in my chest, and I don’t think I could bear to look at Nate and say goodbye. In the short time we’ve been together, my feelings for him have changed and grown so much. What started off as just pure physical lust has changed into love. And that just makes things so much harder. I wish that I could have warned myself away from Nate that night we had sex again, that it would become so much more.

  There was a moment there last night when I thought that Nate would say something, would ask me to stay, to be his. I know we have so much to overcome, the disapproval of everyone around us, especially family, but what we had was special. Surely we could have done it? But I guess for him it was just a one week thing, nothing more. I don’t know why that upsets me, especially since I agreed to it. It’s not like he tricked me or promised me more than he could give. In fact, it’s the very opposite. Nate is a man of his word, and it’s ridiculous of me to hold that against him.

  Finally, I push away the covers. I can’t just wallow here forever. I definitely have school to go back to, and I’m so incredibly behind in my studies. At least I’ll have those as a distraction over the next few days. It’ll be a relief not to have to think too much about this, because my heart hurts enough already.

  Once I’m showered and packed, I head out of my room cautiously. I steel myself for looking into Nate’s blue eyes, that strong jaw that I’ve come to know so well, that big body who could make me feel fragile and feminine as he moves over me. But he’s not there. It’s only Renee, who’s piling fruit on top of her bowl of yogurt.

  “Morning,” I say to her. “Where’s your dad?”

  “He had an important meeting,” she s
ays, her face sad. “Something happened at the firm.”

  “Oh no. Is everything going to be okay?”

  “I think so,” she says, biting on her lip. “Dad says they’ve got plans for when things like it happen, but he couldn’t say any more than that. Anyways. We should probably head back on the road. I know you’re anxious to get home.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, that would be great,” I tell her, fixing a smile to my face.

  I won’t even get a goodbye. His feelings to me are clear, and I just have to accept it.

  Since it’s breakfast time I head towards the fridge automatically, but I don’t see anything I want. For some reason, even though I feel hollow, I don’t want any food at all. Instead I pour myself a cup of coffee. Once Renee’s eaten her yogurt, we grab our bags and head down. As the elevator closes on the penthouse, I have to push back the feeling of tears. Don’t be stupid, I scold myself. This is how it was supposed to be. Nothing more, nothing less. I got a wonderful week with Nate, something I’ll always remember and cherish. That should be enough for me. Luckily, Renee’s too busy texting with Sebastian, and I quickly rub my eyes to make the tears go away.

  “So guess what?” Renee says to me as we start our drive home.

  “What?”

  “Sebastian asked me to be exclusive with him last night.”

  She’s got the biggest grin in the world, and for some reason, I’m filled with ugly jealousy. I have to work hard to figure out what I would normally say, and I’m ashamed that it takes me a little bit before I can muster the words.

  “That’s great. So you guys are going to be… in a long distance relationship?”

  “Uh huh,” Renee says. “But it’s no big deal, because I’m going to go see him every weekend. I’d tell him to come, but I don’t want to kick you out of the room.”

  “Oh, that wouldn’t bother me,” I tell her.

  I keep my eyes trained out in front of us, but I’m not looking at the buildings or cars. I’m just trying not to let her see how fake my words are. Because they are. I wouldn’t be able to see how mushy and happy the two of them are without thinking about Nate and I. We started out just the same as they did, in Atlantica, only she gets a happy ending, and I’ve got nothing. Nothing at all.

  “I know how much your studies mean to you.”

  Only they don’t. Not anymore. I mean, sure I still want to be a doctor. But I was using studying as a coping mechanism. It was my way of keeping myself away from dating, away from opening up my heart to a man because I didn’t know how to do it. And now that I’ve had a taste of it, that means more to me than anything. Nate means more to me.

  “And well, we’d have to kick you out basically allllll weekend, if you know what I mean,” she says with a giggle.

  Suddenly I feel the need to get away from this topic. And fast. I don’t think I can handle it anymore.

  “Is it okay if I study? I’m a little behind in my readings. One of my professors assigned more over break,” I say, leaning to grab a book. I don’t even know which, but I open it up.

  “What an asshole!” Renee says, and I just nod.

  I hope that’s the end of it, but like I said, I’m not good at hiding things from Renee. She waits until we’re sitting together for lunch though before she springs it. It’s just a burger joint, but it’s got those hard plastic booths, and she picks one that’s far away enough to give us some privacy and so there’s nowhere to look but at each other. I guess she wanted to make sure she could see my face.

  “Something’s bothering you,” she declares, slurping her strawberry milkshake. “Come on. Out with it.”

  I start protesting, but she waves a fry at me.

  “Come on. I know you Emilia. We’ve been best friends now for almost three years. I can tell when you’re sad. Please tell me what’s going on.”

  I look at her. I do feel terrible about keeping it a secret. I wish there was some way I could tell her the truth, because I know that Renee would have the answers. I try and shake my head instead.

  “It’s not. It’s not important,” I settle on at last. “I mean, it was, but now it’s all over with.”

  She looks puzzled and I try to figure out how I could tell her without telling her.

  “Remember that guy I met the first night we arrived?”

  “The mysterious one? The one you gave your v card to and then never saw again?” she says. “That guy?”

  “Yes, that one. Well, I wasn’t completely honest when I said I didn’t know anything about him. I had his address on my phone from when I had to Google my way back to the hotel. He doesn’t live too far, a few blocks maybe? So one day, when you were out with Sebastian, I sort of, went by the neighborhood.”

  Renee’s mouth drops open.

  “You didn’t!” she says.

  “I know right? Totally out of character for me. But yeah, I decided to go, and ‘let the universe decide’ as you put it. And it worked. I bumped into him at a coffee shop.”

  Renee grabs my hand, a smile on her face.

  “But Em, that’s fantastic!” she says. “Oh, I’m so so sorry that I’ve been so wrapped up in Sebastian that you couldn’t even tell me about this. I feel like a terrible friend.”

  “It’s okay,” I hurry to tell her. It’s not her fault at all. I was happy after all to let her be distracted from her father and I. “You guys had something special. I’m not mad at you for getting wrapped up in it at all.”

  “Continue,” she says to me.

  I take a sip of my own chocolate milkshake, trying to figure out how much I could tell her.

  “Well, we talked a bit. And, and we did a bit more than talking,” I say with a blush. Renee gives me a huge grin. “And then we did a bit more.”

  “Oh man,” she says. “Look at you Em! I love this new you!”

  “Not so fast,” I tell her. “The thing about him is, he’s older. I mean, he’s got a kid I think. I just… I don’t know if my parents and everyone else would be able to accept him. So I figured it would be better if things just ended. I mean, we’re living so far apart it felt like a good way to finish things off. And you know how it is. Kids don’t always like it when their parents start dating again. What if it comes down to choosing between her and I? I mean, your parents are divorced. Would you like it if they started dating?”

  She ponders the question, her brow furrowed. She’s thinking so long that I start panicking, thinking that maybe she’s put two and two together.

  “I think that’s more like a little kid thing. If you asked me when I was ten? Yeah, I would definitely be pissed. But now, I’m not so sure. I see how my parents are, and I know that they aren’t a good fit for each other. I understand why they got a divorce. So it’s not like I’m hoping maybe they’ll get back together like I did when I was little. But if my dad dated someone my age, I think I would be a little weirded out. I’d probably get over it if they were truly happy together though.”

  “Would you?” I ask, holding my breath. Because this was one thing that’s bothered me so much, a big reason as to why I didn’t talk to Nate at all about our relationship. The fact that Renee is telling me she would be okay with it gives me so much hope.

  “I think so,” she says slowly. “You know, there’s a lot about Sebastian that my family would disapprove of too.”

  I look at her, suddenly curious.

  “Mhm. I didn’t say it either, because I wasn’t sure what you would say,” she confesses. “Sebastian used to be a drug dealer and addict. He’s got the prison tattoos and record to show for it. His teeth’s all messed up, so he has fake ones, not that anyone would know, but yeah. He went to rehab and did his time though, and now he’s getting a degree in social work. He wants to help kids like himself who’ve been through the system to try and help them, provide them with opportunities so that they don’t turn to the gangs and stuff.”

  “Oh wow,” I say. I’m pretty stunned.

  “Yeah, it’s sort of a lot to take in, isn’t it?”
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  “A bit,” I admit. “And if you’d told me earlier, I probably would have warned you away from him too. So I understand why you didn’t tell me at first Renee.”

  She gives me a knowing smile.

  “I wouldn’t blame you for it either. I know you’d do it because you care about me. But sometimes I think the universe has a funny way of doing things. I mean, people expect me to marry some other rich dude who’s got a family home and ten Bentleys like my own family does right? But that’s not how it happened. Actually, Sebastian doesn’t even know I come from money. I made extra sure.”

  “So is this it?” I ask her. “Is he the one?”

  Renee gives a shrug.

  “Who knows? I don’t. But I’m not too worried about that. If it’s meant to be, it’ll all turn out good in the end. For now though, I know that we’re good together, really good. And I think that’s enough for me to take a chance on it.” She puts her hand on my arm. “If you feel the same way Em, I’m telling you, give it a shot okay? Give the universe a chance to catch up and make things happen between you guys.”

  With every word she says, my heart is swelling up more and more with hope. Even though I tried to reason with myself, tell myself it’s for the best, the truth is that deep down, I want what Nate and I had. I want it so badly. And I do want to give it a try. I want to give it a shot like Renee has, because even though I can’t control and plan it all out, even though I don’t know what the future is in store for Nate and I, what we have is special enough to risk it. I listened to Renee once and the universe brought me Nate. If I listen again, maybe it’ll bring us together.

  “I’ll think about it,” I tell her, and she nods, satisfied.

  We finish up our burgers and shakes and slide out of the booth.

  “Here,” Renee says, tossing me the keys. “I have to go to the bathroom really quick.”

  She turns towards the back of the joint and I head outside, pulling out my phone. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I don’t know what I should say to Nate at all. Nothing seems right to me at all. Just then a car honks, and I jump, dropping my phone. There’s a guy in a Jeep waving furiously at me to get to the side of the road. I hadn’t even realized where I was walking I was so consumed with texting-