Old Temptations: Dad's Best Friend Romance Novella (Experienced Men Book 1) Page 4

  But that's all it is.

  Fucking crazy.

  He probably got a hard on for the schoolgirl crushing all over him on the dance floor, then thought better of it. Now I can't even be sure that what happened meant everything I thought it did. Maybe my desperate fantasy of Carl as my lover has me making up my own illusions.

  “He took off today,” my dad says and my heart drops through the floor. No, he wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye again.

  “He's gone?” I half whimper in disbelief. I can't believe he would take off.

  “He went out somewhere first thing this morning. We have dinner plans tonight actually. Why the big fascination for Carl?” my Dad says, his voice shotgun loaded with suspicion.

  “Nothing. I just wondered why he came back to town. Whether he's sticking around.” I'm waiting without oxygen in my lungs for dad to invite me to dinner with them. Be a part of the happy reunion.

  “Who knows with Carl anymore. He's a loose cannon. Does stuff on the fly.” I get that my father isn't impressed by his inability to order his hired help to his bidding. Carl may be his one and only friend but he's also his business lawyer and he likes to control everything he does.

  “Maybe the new club I'm taking him to tonight will help him change his mind and convince him to stay.” Daddy means gentleman's, aka strip, club full of high class hookers. So zero chance of an invite, which was slim in the first place. Unless it's a big business dinner, my dad prefers one on one occasions where he can dominate.

  “Gotta go, Princess. Call me soon.”

  “Yes Dad. Bye.” He's already hung up and I notice a swirl of rage in the pit of my stomach. Not unrelated to the fact that I can't help feeling the parent should call the child out of interest in their life rather than the other way round. It's mostly about being unable to bear the thought of some other girl being on the receiving end of Carl's seductive smile. His powerful fingers caressing any woman's skin but mine.

  It's completely irrational but I'm more possessive of him than if we'd actually slept together. The fact that he's further out of reach is discouraging but at least he's still in town. He hasn’t disappeared back to LA. Daydreaming about how I can go to my family home and find an excuse to get him alone, I slack off during class all afternoon, staring at the model without seeing him.

  “How do we describe the body in a new way?” Pablo asks us as a group.

  Nothing presents itself as an answer to my mind and I drift off to describing Carl's body, the taut ripples of his stomach, the hard shaft pulsating hungrily at my hole, eager to fill me. Showers of regret-tinged desire drop through my own body just picturing his in my mind.

  “Blair, what's your story about Tang here?”

  “I, um, umm.” I bite my lower lip and a few members of the class snicker. It sounds like I'm saying 'yum yum' and trying not to bite Tang, when I'd hardly registered the buff naked guy with the odd name, sitting on a park bench under the studio lights we've spent the last three hours rearranging.

  I decide to stay late after class and get some dark room labwork completed on the wedding shots. Yes, we learn old style processing and most of us students shoot film as well as digital. It's like the difference between streaming music and vinyl recordings.

  I've just put the paper square of exposed negative into the developer bath when the door opens and quickly closes before I've looked up.

  “Shit, you've ruined the print,” I snap at Josh who's been on tenterhooks around me today. I don’t want him seeing this enlargement of the close up of Carl I shot during the ceremony. When he was looking at me with those eyes and that smile that said spread your pussy because my lips are thirsty for your pouring juices. Now it will be spoiled with dark spots where the light hit the paper. I am really not in the mood to chat. I mostly came in here to be alone in the dark and indulge some more dirty fantasies.

  “I couldn't wait any longer for that red light to go out,” the intruder says. I can hear the amusement beaming from his scorched gravel voice. “Sorry. Can I help you process a new one?”

  I can't stop the gasp escaping my mouth. It wasn't Josh that strode into the dark room. He paces the small distance between us dangerously slowly, setting hundreds of tiny hairs alert down my forearms.

  Chapter SIX

  The husky tone is unmistakable and even more sexy in the shadows.

  “Carl what are you doing here?” My voices cracks as the air stifles with his presence.

  How did he find me?

  How did he get into the school and discover where I'm working?

  And what is he doing in here?

  My heart picks up the pace to keep up with the blood gushing through my veins.

  “I've been waiting outside for hours,” he says. “Trying to convince myself this isn’t a good idea.”

  “I thought you had a big night planned with my dad.”

  “I did. I managed to get through the aperitif without bringing your name up. Then he told me you'd been asking about me yesterday.”

  “Were were you yesterday anyways?” I demand.

  “I had to go out of town for the day.”

  “I thought you'd—gone again.” I gulp down how terrible that makes me feel. I don't want to feel that way ever again.

  “I know, Angel. When Damon said you'd been bugging him for years about why I went to LA without a word. I lost it. I had to be with you immediately. I couldn't wait another second to explain.”

  “You ducked out of a date with my dad?” And a roomful of naked hookers.

  “I had a better date in mind. When he let slip that he might have forgotten to give you the message I left for you five years ago, I couldn’t wait until tomorrow or even later. I didn't even care if I was going to find you with that kid who's hot for you. I just had to see you.”

  “I'm sure those provocative high class strippers could have convinced you.” Carl laughs and his hand lifts to stroke my cheek like he did when I was a lonely kid. Then he scrapes across to my lower lip and drags along the full pouting flesh, his thumb filled with something dangerous.

  “Nothing is more provocative to me than you. I'm sure you know that's why I left five years ago. And last night.”

  “Because of me?” The graze of his fingers as my lips move against them almost makes me expire.

  “Because of us. The heat that merged between us that night was intolerable. I had to have you and it would have burned us both alive. Fuck. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.” He removes his hand from my mouth like it burned him. I want to lunge and bring it back.

  “I think it was a great idea,” I murmur. “I'm glad you came.”

  “I have no guarantee that you're going to be safe in here with me now that I found you.”

  “What makes you think I want safe?” The heat from our bodies fills the darkened room illuminated only by the bordello red glow from the developer lamp.

  “I'm not kidding Blair.” His voice is filled with grit. “I was hoping it would be completely dark in here. So I could bend you over the bench and haul your skirt up over your ass.”

  I stand motionless with my fingers on the bath and Carl at my shoulder behind me so the heat emanating from him to me is as blazing as he described. We look down at his desire drenched face materializing in the liquid. The image gazes up at us, underscoring our harsh and ragged breathing. I have forever proof of Carl's lust for me. “And then?” I whimper, my body melting to the floor.

  “And then I planned to get on my knees and drag your underwear down your thighs, spread your cheeks and worship you with my tongue until your juices pour across my lips.”

  Do it. Do it now.

  No one has ever done that to me.

  I have no clue how I'm supposed to handle it but I desperately want to find out. He tips my chin up as I reach my hands to cup his strong jawline, the five o'clock shadow already abrasive against my skin. It's going to really rough up my tender areas. I pull his face down to mine.

  The heat of his body
slams into me an instant before the physical version. He scoops the back of my head with both hands to hold me motionless while he covers my mouth with his. His tongue pushes into me the way he promised to invade my other parts.

  I allow him to explore my mouth, letting him delve into the inner part of me fiercely before meeting him with equal ferocity. Our lips crush together as our tongues swirl and lash like that storm on the East Coast.

  His hands scrape down my back and cup my cheeks. As though driven over the edge by the handful of my flesh, he shoves one of the water baths, sending it flying off the bench and clattering to the floor with a huge splash, soaking our legs. Thank fuck it was the water rather than the acid.

  He hoists me effortlessly to the worktop, shoving against my knee to spread my legs and allow his body between them.

  “Carl,” I moan.

  I want to tell him to fuck me.

  Right here.

  But I don't recall him locking the door when he came in. Any student or worse, a teacher, could walk in on us. He tears his mouth away from me and trails a line of nips down the side of my neck as he yanks my tee shirt up over the mounds and pulls the bra cups down to free my tits. Filling his hands with my breasts, he squeezes hard, as I moan and dagger my fingers through his hair, tugging his head into me. Then with my flesh spilling from his grip he freezes.

  “This is insane,” he grits out, his mouth tangled in my loose hair.

  “Don't stop,” I whimper.

  My fingers knot through his hair, clutching his head into me. The forbidden parts clamped in his fists are zinging with joyful lust. “Please don’t stop.”

  Because I don’t know what I'll do if you tear yourself away from me a third time. I won't get through that. With the craving need I have for you, my poor little body will literally not survive you disappearing on me again. Fuck me now. Don't leave me.

  One palm mangles each tit while the other is on the top of my thigh. The thumb so close to my panty line I'm shaking with the proximity.

  “I don't think I could stop if my life depended on it. I need you, Blair. I've always needed you. And I want you in a way that's wrong.”

  “It's not wrong. It's amazing and I want it too. I want it so desperately.” A rush of breath escapes me as he rolls a nipple around between his finger and thumb then tugs it out, stretching it hard so I gasp with the pain of pleasure.

  “I'm not going to be gentle, Blair Baby.”

  Is this really happening?

  It is happening and my body is clamoring with the need to have him stretch me open for him and buried deep inside it. To have him touch and stroke every inner part of me as he's doing to my mouth. I claw him toward me.

  “Please,” I cry out, urging him to take me now, faster. Blood is gushing through my veins and my pussy is throbbing out a beat of agony.

  As though he feels my hunger, Carl pulls my underwear across and dips between my lips. He pushes further into the soft skin and slides across my clit making me spasm and grasp his solid biceps, dragging at him until he shoves two solid fingers inside me. The spasm of lust ricochets through me and I almost lose it right then.

  He drives in and out of my hole with decadent slow rhythm, picking up the pace with a rotation to each thrust. Carl is a force of urgent physicality, his power completely overthrowing the sorry inexpert thrusts of the boys I've known before.

  Carl attends to my curve of desire perfectly, stroking his thumb pad across my slit until I shudder on the edge of the orgasm twirling inside me.

  “You're so fucking wet, Blair.”

  “It's been pooling there for you a very long time,” I blurt out. And receive a massive satisfied smirk in return for my outburst. “Oh fuck. Your fingers feel so good I want to feel your cock in there.”

  His fingers pump into my pussy until I toss my head back with a restrained scream, still semi aware that anyone could wander in.

  “Oh, you'll feel my cock stretching you until you scream but first I want you to let go and come all over my face. I want your honey juice pouring across my lips.”

  Carl intends to take me in his own time, making me wait as a crescendo builds up in my core. When his thrusting fingers bring me to the edge, he withdraws them and resists my eagerness, slowing me down, cajoling me to savor every single moment of the pleasure rushing at my skin lining. It's both unbearable and divine.

  It feels slightly wicked too. Because if my father knew what we were doing in this darkened closet, he'd probably kill both of us.

  Carl tips me back so my hands have to leave from grappling with his belt and fly behind to the bench to support myself. He tugs my pelvis toward him until it's on the edge of the worktop then with his palms clamped across my thighs, spreading them wider, he bends down to lick his wide tongue the length of me. I almost howl with the agony of deliciousness tumbling through my center.

  He pinches my demanding little point between his finger and thumb until it protrudes hard and he nips his teeth lightly around it while his fingers shove back inside me to saw in and out, slowly with an expert corkscrew at the top of each thrust that makes me drag at the air and claw at his scalp. With every back slide he grazes across the spot halfway making me shudder on his mouth.

  “Oh god Carl, I'm going to come.”

  “Not until I tell you to, you aren't,” he orders me.

  “I want your cock inside me.”

  “You're going to come on my face the first time. And then I’m going to fuck you harder than you ever imagined possible. My cock has burned and ached for you so fucking long. I've waited so fucking long for you.”

  There it is again.

  How he's waited for me.

  Always.

  Did he know we'd reach this point as surely as I prayed we would? It hardly matters because we're on page now and fuck, it feels more than amazing.

  Surreal.

  I can hardly believe it.

  The build up recedes just enough to for me to catch my breath and then Carl sits back on his haunches. His back is against the wall, his wide thighs taut in denim. He looks up at me with a demonic grin then pulls me off the bench onto his face. I convulse as his mouth covers my stretched pussy mouth. My hands knit into his lush hair and tug him into me so his tongue pushes hard into my cunt.

  I'm panting so hard my lungs are burning. Blood is sprinting through me as I arch my back and stretch my arms wide to support the shudders overwhelming my body. I stretch my legs wider to drop down and grind onto his beard, eliciting a ravenous moan from Carl. His stubble increases the urgent pressure mounting and sparking in my pussy. Carl's fingers pull my cheeks apart so his tongue can shove deeper into me. My knees start to buckle as he swirls juices around my asshole.

  Oh fuck, no one's ever gone there before. What am I supposed to do?

  My inexperience is going to drive him away. I can do nothing because Carl has complete control of my body. He tugs each of my folds into his mouth with a fervor that borders on fervent, speeding up the play then slowing it down like he's conducting a frigging symphony.

  He uses the stubble across his chin as extra divine sensation, going rough or teasing softer with it. Then he returns to tongue plunging my pussy and with a surge of pleasure pummeling up my legs from my toes I squirt a ton of liquid all over his face.

  Ohmigod, ohmigod did I just pee on him?

  How did I do that? I didn't feel the urge.

  Carl just drinks me up and clasps my ass flesh in his grasp as I grind out my climax all over his beautiful face.

  “Jesus, fuck, Angel, you're hot enough to melt my rod. I'm going to slide all the way inside you and feel you squeeze me tight with every hidden pore.”

  “Come inside me.” I plead.

  I watch with eyes widening as Carl unzips and frees his cock from his jeans. It's as impressive as I'd always imagined and I can't stop staring at it, how perfectly beautiful it is as it stands rigidly without swaying an inch. I wrap my hands around his steel length and am rewarded with a groan f
rom Carl as his eyes fall to half mast with the sheer primal pleasure I'm giving him with my fingers.

  “I want you Blair. I've waited too fucking long.”

  “Take me. I've been waiting here for you to come for me.”

  I tug him to me, urging him toward my center. The dampened head leaks into my palms then strokes across my folds sending heightened quivers through my legs. He finds the hollow without needing any guidance so his head dips into my pussy mouth and his breath hitches ragged. As he traces circles into my spread pussy and shivers of desire ricochet back and forth between our bodies, I'm begging him to shove deep into my hole.

  I know it's going to hurt because Carl is so much bigger than any guy I've ever seen, and diamond hard. But I need to feel his shaft rip into my craving chasm, forcing me to open to him, to surrender to his command. I want him to slip across my slick skin as he withdraws to the head and hollow before forcing his width the full length until our pelvises meet and grind deeper, his tip pushing at my furthest reaches. He strums his thumb across the exploding point prodding out from my spread, an engorged pleading triangle.

  “Oh god,” every cell starts to quiver as another orgasm rolls up my legs and explodes in my tunnel. Which has never happened before.

  Carl rubs circles around my clit to intensify my release then slows it back down as the waves of joyful explosion slowly calm.

  “That's only the second one. Hang on Angel, You're about to come undone for Carl.”

  I cling to him, half in shock, half in total satiation of bliss and already another swirling eruption is starting to build under his mighty fingers. I'm moaning and begging for him to push into me. I need his cock when we're jolted from our trance by a sharp rap at the door.

  “Blair, are you in there? Is it safe?”

  “No!” I scream. Clutching Carl to me so he doesn’t pull away from being so close to buried inside, his head sitting in the circle of my entrance as I twitch and convulse around him.