Hot And Heavy With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Taboo Romance) (2 page)

Taking every chance in the world, and knowing it might be exactly the wrong move, Jenna rested her hand on his thigh, squeezing gently just below the bulge that had been steadily growing as she talked.

“Do you know a man like that, Nicky?”

He slammed on the brakes suddenly, throwing them both against their seatbelts, and then their seats.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed. It hadn’t hurt as much as startled her, but her hand had slipped off his thigh. Damn it; that thigh had felt amazing under her hand.

“You have no idea how much fire you’re playing with, Jenna. I am not a man to be teased, or used for your...whatever this is.”

“Foreplay?” she said, needing to push the envelope.

He growled, unclipping his seat belt, opening the door, and jumping out of the car. He pulled her door open, reached over to unclip her seat belt, and yanked her out of the car. She would have been nervous if it had been anyone but Nick, but he was safe, even if he was losing his temper.

“What do you want?” he asked, his grip unyielding, his hand warm and solid where it banded her wrist.

“A man,” she replied, staring up into his angry face. Angry meant passionate and passionate could lead to great sex.

Great?

Sex?

Was she really thinking of fucking Uncle Nick, her father’s very best friend in the world. And was he thinking the same?

“Be careful, Jenna. Playing with fire means you might get burned.”

“And?” she asked, licking her lips. He yanked her arm, hauling her against her and backing her against the car. The metal was warm against her nearly-naked back, the filmy fabric she wore doing little to keep her away from the metal. And against her was the hard unyielding body of Nick. Who was very, very hard. Oh god, she wanted that cock.

“You’re playing with the wrong man tonight,” he told her, his eyes flashing. The car purred against her back and he ground his cock against her front. With their difference in heights, he was pressed against her soft belly, his cock clearly delineated even though he had chinos on.

“Why?” she asked, equal parts curious and aroused. Okay, maybe she was more aroused and less curious.

“Because if you continue, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream. At least until you lose your voice.” He took her other arm in his hand and brought them both over his head, forcing her back to arch, forcing her pelvis to tip upward. “You have been playing with boys, Jenna, and now you’re out of your league. those boys have nothing on me.”

“Yeah, I can feel that,” she managed between breaths that were getting increasingly shallow. “You going to fuck me here, Nick, or at your place.”

He released one hand and just as she was trying to decide where to put it, he reached under her skirt, clenching her panties at her hip, where the band was smallest. With a single tug, he tore them away, tossing them over his shoulder.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. Get back in my car and make yourself ready, with your fingers on your wet cunt. If you’re good, I’ll let you come. In my car. Right here. If we get to my garage first, you’ll have to wait until I’m done for you to come, and I can be slow and easy when I want to be. And hard and fast when I want to be too.”

She loved the instructions; God, that was turning her on. She loved a man who could take control, who could sketch out what he wanted and make it happen, and Uncle Nick--Nick, her hopeful lover--seemed more than capable.

“And then what?” she asked him, trying to find her breath. She could barely hear over the pounding beat of her heart.

“Then I’m going to fuck you silly, so enjoy the ride.” He leaned in and nipped her earlobe, eliciting a gasp. “Get back in the car, Jenna.”

When he stepped back, she gasped, the breeze tickling her legs. She knew she was only imagining it caressing her cunt, but it made her even wetter. Some day, she hoped he’d take her out here, right against his purring car.

“Please, Nick…” She didn’t know what she was asking, but he smirked and motioned to the car.

“The sooner you wait, the longer I wait,” he told her. That galvanized her and she opened the car door, slipping in. He came around to the other side of the car, getting n. “Legs apart,” he told her and she opened her legs as wide as she could. She slumped down in her seat, reaching under the hem of her skirt and stroked her fingers over her pussy, spreading the wetness.

“Not good enough,” he told her. “Skirt up. I want to see and hear you.” With that, he flicked off the radio,  and she could hear her rapid breathing. How could Nick be so calm, cool, and collected.

Jenna pulled her skirt up, wiggling so that the fabric didn’t bunch too much and spread her legs, shocked at how the air conditioning felt against her wet flesh.

“Wider,” he told her, and she looked over at him, her mouth slightly open, little panting breaths she couldn’t hold back.

“I’m wide.” There was no way he could actually see what was happening in the light, but if anyone could, she was sure it was him. “Nick…”

“You haven’t touched yet and you know what I want.”

She did, and she remembered his instructions. She wanted to come so badly, she was restless, energy sparking up all around her. “May I touch?” she asked, and she could hear his breathing change. Maybe he could see her, after all.

She canted her hips upward, finger stroking over her clit in a slow figure eight motion that drove her crazy. She slipped her index finger inside her pussy, stroking her flesh slowly. She was so damn close, Nick’s relationship emphasizing everything. It could be--should be--forbidden in its own way, but it felt oh so right. So fucking right!

She added a finger, her soaked cunt greedily accepting them, the sounds of her arousal embarrassing and turning her on. She closed her eyes and started to drift, heading toward her climax. Things were happening, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Then Nick was moving her hand in and out, his other hand--other hand? Wasn’t he driving-- brushing her hair off her neck.

“Shhh,” he said when her eyes popped open. “It’s okay, Jenna. You’re just fine here, sweetheart.” He’d loomed up over the center console and was watching her, his body contorted, his long legs half bent. “I just wanted to get closer to you.”

When he groaned, she realized his hard cock was pressing against the center console, and it looked as if it might be turning him on. Completely. Totally. She approved.

“Faster,” he said, nudging her shirt off her shoulder and taking the bra strap along with it. Nick leaned  in further and she saw the glint in his eyes.

“Does that turn you on?” she asked.

He looked confused and she motioned to his crotch.

“That. The way you’re rubbing against that looks like it turns you on. A lot.”

“Yeah, I’m revving up,” he replied. “I’m going to take the edge off after you come.” The edge? Weren’t older guys the type that took a while to recover?

“Mmm. Can I watch?”

“I insist.”

Jenna sped up her strokes, his nearness overwhelming. Nick reached into her bra, lifting one of her generously sized breasts out of its cup. "God, you’re beautiful," he whispered, closing his lips around her nipple and tugging.

Hard.

It sent her right toward the edge. “Nick!” she gasped as he worked her nipple with his mouth, his hand guiding hers in and out of her cunt. God, she was so close. So incredibly close.

Then he bit her nipple, hard enough to send a dart of pain rocketing through her, centering in her cunt where it bloomed, and blossomed into shockwaves of pleasure. “Nick! I’m coming!”

“Good,” he whispered, lifting his head for a second before biting down on her sensitive nipple again.

She screamed, her cries and pants filling the car. “God, Nick. Nick!” The shockwaves tore through her and she couldn’t do anything but ride them out, her eyes drifting shut. Nick was controlling the motions of her hand and she gave herself over to her climax, riding the waves slowly but surely.

“My turn,” he said, and she had no idea how much time had passed.

She was utterly amazing when she climaxed; Nick couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jenna had been forbidden fruit for him since she started college. He loved women with her curves and she had grown from a pretty teen to a gorgeous, classy lady. Her full breasts...he couldn’t wait to stroke and kiss them. He needed her, more than he’d ever needed a woman.

“Jenna, watch me,” he whispered, pushing his seat as far back as it would go. He started to unzip his pants, when she shook her head.

“Not watching. How far are we from your place?”

“Five?”

“Good, then we get there and I’ll watch in full light. I want to see clearly what turned me on so much all these years. Nick, I have wanted you for so long. You have no idea how many times I came in my bedroom to the sound of your voice, or to the memory of you in a bathing suit.”

“That’s been years,” he said, starting the car up again. His fly was partially down, and he would get no relief, but it was a short drive and there would be little traffic even after he swung onto the main road. He could last until then.

“So what are you gonna do,” he asked her in a challenging voice, “Jack me off, or suck me off.”

“Maybe a little of both,” she promised, her skirt still hiked up, her pussy still swollen and glistening with her wetness.

Nick drove as quickly as he could to his townhome, driving into the garage. “Bedroom is third floor. Wine?” he asked. He turned the engine off and got out of his car, while she came around, her skirt blessedly fluttering to the tops of her thighs.

“Just you,” she said. She started to reach for his hand, and winced. “God, your car is going to smell like me for weeks.”

“Not a problem, Jenna,” he told her, giving her a wink. She looked uncertain all of a sudden and he pulled her into his arms, pressing hard against her. “I want you, sweetheart, and I want my car to smell of you, so I can remember this night.”

“That’s kind of romantic in a kinky way.”

“That’s me, baby,” he replied, letting her feel how hard he was.

“Let’s get up there then, so I can show you just how good I am at blowjobs.”

“Can’t wait.”

He let her go in order to open his door, and she followed him inside, looking around. He’d left his kitchen light on and she seemed momentarily distracted by his home.

“Nice,” she whispered, looking around the gourmet kitchen. “I could cook in here.”

“Maybe you will.” That felt right to him, and he swallowed hard, trying to make sense of what he was thinking. Was he really considering more than one night with Jenna, Tony’s  kid.

Jenna, the gorgeous woman who had come for him.

“What does that mean?” she asked, putting her hand on his chest. He could feel her body heat, and it seemed as if he was being branded by her heat.

“It means maybe this is much more than just one night, if you want that.”

“If I--wow.” She let out a happy sound and looked up at him. “You’re telling me you want me for more than sex?”

Shit. He hadn’t realized she’d gone there, but it made a strange sense, considering what they’d done in the car.

“Jenna, I want you, period. I wouldn’t ever fuck you for sex’s sake. I promise you that. I want you sexually, yes, but I want you in more than just my bed. Let’s...date.”

“Date.” She smiled softly, and it lit up her gorgeous face. “So, if the guy’s very, very special, I do it on the first date. And you are very, very special. You may get very, very lucky as a result.” She gave him another smile and a saucy wink. “Now, where is that bedroom?”

“I’ll show you,” he said, squeezing her hand. He hurried to the bedroom, eager to get things started. He’d been patient enough but he wanted to get his hands on her body, wanted to fuck her silly.

She giggled when they stumbled on the stairs, resting her hand on his shoulder. He was one step behind and wrapped his hands around her waist, squeezing her to him for a moment. She smelled so fucking good and looked amazing, the strap of her bra sill off her shoulder, though one of them had tucked her breast back in the cup.

“I want you,” he whispered, taking that moment.

“I want you more,” she replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He wanted to feast on her neck, her throat. She paused just a beat, and he had a feeling she knew the reaction he was having. Just when he was considering nudging her up the stairs, she continued, hurrying this time. She seemed to know where his bedroom was, and rushed in ahead of him, while he was shaking his head, laughing. Just as he reached the threshold of his bedroom, she tossed her skirt at him, and he watched as she pulled off the rest of her party clothes. His fingers worked quickly on his shirt and pants, kicking off his shoes.

He took a moment to look at her, those curves driving him crazy. She shook her long hair out and plopped a hand on her hip, giving him a knowing, sexy smile.

“Like what you see, Nick?” Her voice dropped to a low register and he groaned. If his cock hadn’t been already hard, it would have swelled further. He had to get his hands on her.

Now.

Nick stalked over to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hard. She moaned, her mouth opening under him, the hint of whatever she’d had to drink, something fruity and sweet, lingering on her breath. She aggressively rammed her tongue into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. He approved. he more than approved. Nick crushed her to him, those soft curves molding to his body. God, she felt good.