Old Temptations: Dad's Best Friend Romance Novella (Experienced Men Book 1) Page 6

  “I don't care. Do you?” I ask nervously, recalling the horror on Carl's face when my dad interrupted our intimate dance.

  “No,” he assures me. “Nothing could ever be more important to me than you Blair Baby. You're all I want. All I've ever wanted. It fucking freaked me out for a while there. But your dad has plans of fixing an ideal match for you. He's always had that in mind.”

  “Using me for a bridge to some business deal. I know. It's why I moved out.”

  “I'm shocked he let you leave.”

  “He tried to keep me.”

  “I can't blame him there. If you were mine, I'd never let you leave.”

  Air traps in my chest as I wait longing for Carl to decide to touch me. The indecision is written across his lips as he grits down on them, forcing his restraint.

  “I'm glad to see you've made your own home filled with so much of your personality,” he bristles.

  “You like it?”

  “It's great.”

  “Daddy came here once and said everything should go to the dumpster. He'd send me to some Italian store for new furniture. Can you imagine me living with Italian sleek stuff surrounding me?”

  He looks at me as I swallow down the bolt of emotion trapped in my throat and something tips him over the edge. He palms the wall at the side of my head, halting my exit just in case I get any ideas about walking away which is never going to happen. He places the bottle on the counter and his other arm cages me in as his face tilts down.

  His hot breath rasps against my skin as he says: “I can't imagine you living with anything surrounding you other than me.” His lips trap mine and I'm immediately lost in the swirling rush of Carl's mouth on me.

  This time he has the space he needs to cover all of me. He moves his mouth down the side of my neck to the base that sends shivers through my legs. He tugs my top off one shoulder and kisses along the edge as his hand finds my nipple and rolls it into submission between his fingers. As his mouth trails down my stomach, he drops to his knees to yank my skirt over my hips.

  My underwear comes halfway down with the tight waistband. He lifts each foot out but leaves the panties halfway down my thighs which elicits filthy images in my mind. My bare naked pussy is so close to his mouth. When he parts my lips with his fingertips and exposes my slickness to the cool air I almost come apart. His powerful tongue swipes the length of me.

  Oh god, oh god, oh god, my head snaps back and my throat emits a lusty groan as I plummet into a deep pleasure well.

  I automatically expect him to be done with that and come up for the entry, but no. Carl isn't like any other man I've been with. All the young guys who, after one hasty clit lick, come up and expect a ton of gratitude for 'going down on you'. That now your indebted and should get on your knees.

  Carl is all about pushing me to the edge of my pleasure zone and it's a gated entry that terrifies me. He's sitting on his haunches enjoying the view of my cunt as I'm pinned to the wall ready to start thrashing and howling. A wash of humility comes over me at the way he's gazing on my stretched folds. I'm spread wide open, my tits out of my bra, my underwear around my knees, completely exposed and vulnerable to his perusal.

  “Relax, baby.” he murmurs his hot breath on the tops of my thighs making me quiver. “I want to taste every pore and sip every drop.”

  With that order, I immediately do so. I let go to Carl because I know I can trust him. I've loved him all my life and I know he'd never hurt me. He also just happens to be bringing out the raunchiest dirty feelings I never knew I was hiding. I step one foot out of my panties and to the side so my pussy opens more to him.

  That gets me a growl of admiration and then Carl presses his face into my dripping folds and drinks up my juices like a man dying in the desert. His mouth takes command of my pussy mouth the way he kisses me, sucking, nipping, licking with expert motion until I'm shuddering under his control. He pussy shoves two fingers into me while pulling my clit under that agile top lip.

  “Ohhhhhh.” One hand clamps on top of his head, the other slams back into the wall to keep me from slithering down it and pooling on the ground at his knees.

  How does one man know exactly the speed, the pressure, on my god I can't breathe, I can't think, the world is melting. At the moment I'm ready to lose it on his tongue, Carl spins me around so my earthquake recedes but not my hunger.

  My palms slam against the wall as he presses my back to bend me forward and he pulls my cheeks open. I'm standing exposed to the man I grew up with and I've never felt more erotic. My opening is spread for his gaze and I can tell by his ragged breath behind me that he's taking a good long drink of my view.

  “Pull your nipples,” he orders.

  I do as he says then his tongue delves across my chasm, probing my rear hole before pulling my lips open with his thumbs and tonguing me from behind while his fingers rub my clit to a screaming submission.

  Every time I think the pulsations of heated release have calmed, he pulls yet another climax from my eager spread. I can hardly believe it possible that a man is this much of a genius with an unknown body. You hear about great lovers but I never imagined it was like this. Last Tango in Paris here I come. Were will this ever end?

  When I sink toward the ground, unable to support my limp body another moment, Carl catches me in his hold and carries me across the room to the bed. He sets me down on my front so I'm on my hands and knees again my entire sex is spread for his arousal. His hands slap down on my ass cheeks with a resounding clap of heavy flesh to tender. I'm surprised at the pleasure the sting on my butt sends ricocheting through me.

  “Next I'm going to spank that soaked pussy,” he growls, pulling me open to the extreme so I shudder in anticipation. My climax is swirling up my legs just knowing Carl's going to slide his wide perfect cock into me.

  “Please, Carl. I can't stand any more waiting.”

  Although he's given me the most amazing orgasms of my life, I won't be complete until I have his body inside mine. When he pushes his stunning rampant dick into my sodden chasm it's pure glory. I kneel on my bed relishing every long-awaited thrust and slow rotation of his wide head at my entrance as he pleasures himself on me. I clamp down on his huge width and shudder through another set of sparkle spasms.

  Carl pulls out to flip me on my back before sliding all the way inside me again. He growls at me when I put my arms behind me to lift my torso and shove my tits out toward him. They bounce and jiggle with every ramming thrust into my pussy. Carl’s' eyes flutter and his jaw clenches then his gaze locks me and never leaves my blissed out features as he fills me with his stream of beautiful seed.

  He bends to wrap my uplifted chest in his arms and pulls me onto him so his prick nudges further into my cervix, assuring me our bodies are merged and joined as one. When he's finished with after spasms of cum, he lays me down on my back and props himself on his side, touching bodies all the way down to our toes.

  “You have an incredible body, Blair,” he says and curls a strand of my limp hair around his finger before leaning to suck my tit into his ravishing mouth.

  “How are you not wiped out?” I laugh. The man has the energy of a rutting beast. So much for old guys. It's the young ones that last two minutes and pass out.

  “Because you stimulate me and excite me more than anyone I've ever met, Woman.”

  I avoid asking if there have been many of those. It hardly matters any more.

  “I could fuck you every hour on the hour for an hour and not get tired.”

  “I might have to hold you to that. Now that I've got you.”

  Again it's on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he's staying in Frisco but I don't want the answer and I don't want to be that clinging woman. I don't get why he hasn’t got that wife and six kids and I'm afraid he may have a thing about commitment.

  “I hope you will, baby. Because I intend to fuck you all night until you beg for mercy.”

  I feel safe in asking him, but then I get lost in his mou
th. We spend half the night just kissing for hours like a pair of teenagers. I could move into Carl's mouth and take up residence it's so delicious just being able to have him to myself. At last.

  “You're like a dream come true,” he tells me as I'm falling asleep with him stroking circles around my breasts and watching me like it's the last time he'll see me.

  In the morning, I stretch in a sea of bliss and tangled white sheet. Amazing fantasy images fill my mind and this time they're real. Then I recall why I feel so damn relaxed, so impossibly happy and as excited as Christmas morning. I reach to the side but the sheet is cold. Carl's gone and my heart flies to my mouth.

  He wouldn't.

  “Morning, gorgeous.”

  He's standing in my kitchen, totally naked except for a thick pair of construction socks baggy around his ankles. His perfect dick pointing down, but still smooth hard steel. His ass such a perfect circle a mathematician would weep.

  “I never knew socks could be that sexy,” I say. My voice breaks a little making Carl look up to check I'm okay. I don't want to spoil the moment by telling him I thought he'd abandoned me again for a second there. “Sorry, I don't have a coffee maker.”

  “Lucky I'm damn good at improvising,” he says, returning happily to his task. “And you are a sight to make a man's day perfect.”

  He's pouring water he had to boil in an ancient pot into a filter he's formed from a folded paper towel. There are a lot of things Carl's good at. He brings me coffee and plumps a pillow seat for us. He climbs into bed and pulls me into his arm to lean against his pectoral while we drink coffee that tastes amazing. Everything seems shiny and new, probably because of the awesome sexfest last night still rendering me shivery even as my body's swirling with excitement. I can't wait to get on with the future.

  “So what next?” I ask. Okay I'm ready to get pushy now. That momentary blast of terror when I thought Carl was gone pushed me to the limit.

  “I'm putting you in the shower where I'm sure you know what to expect and then I'm taking you for a ride.”

  “I can't, I have school and it's already past ten,

  “Then you've already missed today. Come on, Angel, I want to show you something.”

  Chapter NINE

  He takes my empty cup from me then lifts me from the bed before I can protest further. which would be half-hearted at best because I am helpless to resist Carl's forceful nature. He commands a room and me alone in one, with all the power he must lead a courtroom with.

  He soaps my breasts and his fingers are delving into my ravaged pussy when the shower fun is interrupted by the water in my old tank abruptly running ice cold. I squeal and jump out.

  Carl wraps a towel around me and kisses the tip of my nose. Before I know it, he's got me dressed, choosing a wraparound flowery knee-length dress and little cardigan from Anthropologie. A more vintage style and not the slutty mini skirt look I'd have expected. He's full of surprises.

  Then we're back on his low slung bike heading out of the city although he refuses to tell me where. There are a few things he's reluctant to tell me. Well, not refusing actually, just evading. Like distracting me with the shower soaping when I wanted to talk about where the two of us were headed. Was this a weekend fling with him planning on splitting and returning to however many women he had hanging on in down in LA? A slap of envy went through my belly for those sun-kissed babes he must be out clubbing with every night.

  “It's a surprise,” he'd said, kissing my nose when I used those words in a second attempt to get a straight answer. For a lawyer, even an ex-one, Carl is astoundingly reluctant to come clean with the truth. Maybe that's what made him daddy's favorite attorney.

  “Are you dating anyone right now?” I asked outright as he bent to unlock the helmet.

  “No baby, of course not. I wouldn't be getting into this with you if I was seeing someone.”

  I don't know whether that should have made me feel better. At least he wasn’t a cheater but somehow I knew Carl wasn't that type of asshole. But I still didn't have a firm idea of what I meant to him now that he'd fucked me. “Where's this coming from?”

  “I don't understand why a keeper like you isn't married.”

  When do I find out he's a sociopath?

  He pulls the helmet down on my head so my questions are quashed inside then throws his leg across the saddle looking for all the world like some sexy cowboy. “Hop on.”

  I climb on behind him and wrap my hands around his waist. I can't get irritated when I'm fingering the hardest stomach I've ever felt. My fingers crawl across the slightly rough wool of his sweater, discovering the impressive ridges and valleys of muscle underneath.

  He turns the key and the hog strums to life. I'm sitting on one giant vibrator and I wriggle myself on the seat to settle myself and pull Carl closer between my thighs. I feel him chuckle as his stomach ripples in my hands.

  Does he know how I'm squirming my opening against the back of him, wanting the heat from him coursing into my insides again? He kicks off and the bike rolls like a thunderstorm across a plain. We ride down the hill and get on Route 101 out of town.

  “Where are we going?” I shout but his answer is lost on the wind so I relax and just enjoy having him where I've wanted him all my life pressed between my legs with my breasts rubbing against his hard strength.

  After about an hour Carl gets off the highway and takes a back road that's even more beautiful than the road running along the coastline. We travel through giant redwoods before turning onto a private gravel road, I remove the helmet so I can rest my cheek on his back or nuzzle Carl's neck while I talk to him. I feel free as the butterflies and bees with my hair fluttering loose on the breeze.

  I'm surprised when after riding a long straight road directly between miles of vineyards, we pull up at an old Italianate style house. A valet emerges and I realize it's some fancy restaurant belonging to the winery.

  “I'm not dressed for this,” I say. “I'm wearing flip flops for chrissake.”

  “It's okay. We're not eating with the throng.”

  He waits for me to dismount then sits with the hog crushed between his thighs to take me in. My hands reach for my hair, thinking I must look like a disaster. Except he's gazing at me with a warmth I've never seen in my life, light pouring from his eyes and falling all over me.

  “You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” His voice is low and as gravelly as the driveway we're parked on right in front of the sleek classical house.

  The blood rushes to my cheeks and my thighs as waves of something orgasmic pass through my body just standing there in front of him having his appreciation douse me. Then he jerks to lift his powerful body and unstraddle the bike which yet again floods my mind with all sorts of filthy ideas. His thighs reek of power and raw sexuality.

  He smiles as though reading my mind and takes my hand. Instead of leading me into the opulent house, he heads in the other direction. In a parking area to the side, he pulls open the door to a huge truck and helps me climb into the passenger seat.

  He leaps in, pulls the key from under the visor and drives the monster wheels out into the vineyards where we are alone with nothing but the leafy trees, vibrant green and bending under the weight of the full fruit that looks ready to burst.

  “Whose truck is this?” I ask, wondering if he's stealing it. Although he did know exactly where to find the keys, it wasn't an original hiding spot.

  “I use it when I'm here. So how's school?” Carl flips the subject, threading his fingers through mine to pull me close enough to drape his arm around my shoulders in a manner that could be old family friend or well-worn in lover.

  “Fine. Great. I just wish the stuff I get to shoot for class work had any bearing on what I have to photograph in the real world in order to make a living. It's not fair that I can't earn money doing what I love.”

  “Ah, the endless struggle of the artist,” he says, eyes twinkling.

  “You have no idea.” He stops a
t the edge of the lines of vines and lifts me down form the cab.

  “You think I enjoyed being a lawyer?” He asks, draping an arm around my shoulders as we walk.

  “Didn't you?”

  “Worst life on the planet. Well in corporate America. But those bills have a tendency to stack up. Whereas this,” he indicates the land around. “Nature is real power.”

  He caresses three wide finger pads and thumb around a bulbous blue black grape and plucks it so sensuously that my body gushes as I picture him clamping around my nipple like that. The air is warm and fragrant with the sweet smell of fruit. He turns to me with his wide grin and I'm sure he's aware of the image he conjured in my mind. His hand stretches out and rests the full round fruit on my lips. I part them slightly and he pushes the grape into my cavern, never letting my eyes leave his.

  I bite down and release a flood of tart sweet nectar then run my tongue across my lower lip, scooping up the juice that's running free. Carl steps in and his tongue meets mine, grappling for the remnants of juice like we're dying of thirst. My hands clasp his hips to steady myself and he wraps his arms around my back, crushing me to him.

  My knees are so weak from the intensity of mouth sex with Carl that if he wasn't holding me so firmly in his arms I'd sink to the dusty earth. My body needs him filling every crevasse, I want him in every part of me, covering me drinking me up. I tear hungrily at his jeans closing, wanting him again, right here and now.

  Carl takes my hands and releases my hold on him. My passion will be released on Carl's time. He likes to conduct my swells and movements.

  “Let's eat, I'm starving,” he says.

  “What are we eating, tart grapes?” I give him his beloved pout.

  Again he takes my hand and leads me back to the truck where he unlatches the tail gate. It's like falling into Narnia through the magic wardrobe. The entire flatbed is covered with stacks of pillows covered in a Moroccan fabric. There are low wooden carved tables set between the pillows so they won't roll around and ice boxes filled with food and wine.