My Dad’s Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo)
: Chapter 8

I don’t get an answer because Jonas is sliding down to settle between my thighs. He gives me one last long look. “Be quiet, Blake. If you make too much noise, I have to stop.”

“I’ll be quiet. I promise,” I whisper.

My resolve doesn’t last through the first drag of his tongue over my pussy. A whimper works its way past my lips despite my best efforts. Jonas doesn’t stop. He dips one hand beneath my shirt to press against my stomach, holding me in place as he explores my pussy with his mouth just as thoroughly as he did with his fingers. Tracing and teasing and nowhere near enough to get me over the edge. The fact that my orgasm doesn’t seem to be his aim in this moment only makes this sexier. He’s not doing this to get me off so we can hurry up and fuck. He’s savoring me, lingering over my taste the way someone does over expensive whiskey or a favorite dessert.

Another whimper slips free.

I barely register that he’s gone still before he’s moving up my body and settling between my thighs. Jonas digs one hand into my hair and pulls my head to the side a bit. He drags his mouth along the bared line of my neck, his words low and rough and just for me. “I told you to be quiet, Blake.”

“I’m sorry.” But I’m not. As much as I love his mouth on me, the feeling of his weight pressing me into the mattress is so much better. I roll my hips, seeking his cock, but he stops me easily, pinning my lower body with his.

“No, you’re not.” He sets his teeth against the spot he just kissed. “You’re not even a little sorry.”

He’s right. I’m not. I like pushing him.

My hands are pinned between us, trapped between our stomachs. I’ve played with bondage a bit over the years, but this feels entirely different. It’s almost primal. I want him to overpower me, to hold me down and fuck me into submission, to… I simply want everything.

“Jonas,” I breathe.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not going to be able to keep quiet.” I hesitate. “Cover my mouth.”

“Cover your mouth,” he repeats.

A bolt of pure lust overrides any thought. “Yes.” I nod as much as I’m able with his hold on my hair. “Cover my mouth. Hold me down. Fuck me.”

His chuckle is a rasp against my skin. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

I blink at the ceiling. Of course I’d like that. It’s why I brought it up. “Yes?”

“Cover your mouth and hold you down while I fuck you.” Another drag of his mouth against my throat. “Then you can pretend that you’re still a good girl. That you’re not a little slut who’s fucking a man she barely knows in her parents’ house. That you’re not dripping for my cock.”

The rough words have me moaning, and that’s when he moves again. Jonas releases my hair and covers my mouth with a rough hand. His lips brush the shell of my ear. “I’m not going to hold you down, Blake. You don’t get to pretend you’re anything but eager for what I’m giving you.”

He raises himself enough that I have no choice but to move my hands. I tentatively place them on his hips and slide them beneath his shirt to touch bare skin. Jonas releases a rough breath at my touch. “That’s right. Now be a good girl and lift your hips.”

My blood has turned to fire. I dig my heels into the mattress and lift my hips as he shifts back enough that his cock notches at my entrance. Jonas’s hand over my mouth tenses. “You gave this pussy to me, baby girl. That means if I want to fuck it bare, that’s what I’m going to do. You’re going to love every moment of it. Isn’t that right?” He lifts his hand just enough for me to answer.

It doesn’t matter that we already discussed birth control and test results before this moment. We’re playing a game, and in this game he’s going to fuck me dirty as if he doesn’t give a shit about the potential consequences. As if I’m a plaything for him, a possession to be toyed with until he’s wrung out every bit of enjoyment.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He covers my mouth again and lowers his lips to my ear. “You remember the rules, Blake?”

If it’s too much, I tell him.

I could remind him that there’s nothing about this that’s too much, that I meant it when I said I want him to do whatever he wants with me. That we’re playing a game I’m only too happy to participate in.

I don’t. I simply nod against his hand.

Jonas shifts, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He’s big, wide, and thick. I can’t stop a whimper as he sinks into me a little, stretching me almost uncomfortably wide despite my earlier orgasm.

“None of that, baby girl. You can take it.” For all his rough words, he goes achingly slowly, tiny strokes that wedge his cock into me a fraction of an inch at a time. It feels never-ending. “You’re so fucking tight.”

The words almost make me laugh. Of course I feel tight when he’s so huge. I slide my hands down his hips and beneath the jeans he’s still wearing to his ass. The fact that I’m still wearing the shirt and he’s still got his clothes on only makes this fantasy hotter. As if he really did just wander into the wrong room and decide to take me up on what I’m offering. As if my family is right down the hallway, totally unaware of the way my father’s best friend is wedging his cock into my pussy, deeper and deeper with each passing second.

I moan again, the sound trapped against Jonas’s palm. He sinks the rest of the way into me in response. Only then does he go still, allowing me to adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long. After all, he wasn’t lying when he said I’m practically dripping for him. I shift a little, experimenting with the feel of him inside me.

“All those little whimpers and shakes and, here you are, taking my entire cock.” I can’t see his face in our current position, but I don’t need to in order to hear how coldly amused he is. I clench around him in response. Jonas curses again. “We have to be quiet. Can’t have the headboard giving us away.”

I nod again. I’m panting, my breath coming too fast, too hard. How does he know exactly what to say in order to set me aflame? It’s dirty and all kinds of wrong, but it’s fantasy and fantasy can’t hurt anyone. It can only bring us pleasure.

Jonas begins to fuck me, a long slow withdrawal and an equally slow advance. The bed barely moves. I can’t move. He slips his free arm beneath the small of my back, lifting my hips and…holy shit…that angle has him dragging against my G-spot. He knows it, too. Instead of the deep strokes he’s been doing, he works the tip of his cock against that spot inside me until I’m moaning with each move. Even with his hand covering my mouth, I’m not being quiet. I’m not even trying.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter through me, centering where he works my G-spot. I’m so fucking close, I’m getting lightheaded. So…fucking…close.

I don’t mean to dig my nails into his ass. I really don’t. He growls against my neck and surges forward, impaling me to the hilt. I let loose a little scream, but Jonas ignores it. “It’s like that, is it?” He hitches my hips higher, sinking even deeper into me. “You need more.”

I’m already nodding. “Fuck me.” The words are muffled, but clear.

Jonas curses. “We’re going to get caught.” He pulls back and slams into me. The headboard gives a dull thump against the wall, the sound feeling much louder than it actually is. Because someone could hear. Because we’re giving ourselves away.

He does it again. “But you don’t care about being caught, do you? All you care about is getting this cock as deep inside you as possible. Dirty. Little. Slut.”

How can he turn words that should be harsh into something that’s an endearment? I don’t understand it, but I’m not about to question it.

“Do you hear someone coming down the hallway?” he murmurs against my ear. “If they open this door, they’re not going to be able to pretend we’re doing anything but fucking.” His hand tenses on my mouth and then he’s fucking me harder, the sound of flesh meeting flesh twining with the headboard hitting the wall. “I don’t give a damn. I’m not going to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

“I won’t.” His fingers dig into my jaw. Not enough to hurt, but he’s losing control. That knowledge drives my lust higher, lures my orgasm closer. “Your pussy is too good. I can’t stop fucking you. No matter who walks into this room. Not until you come and I fill you up. That’s what you want, isn’t it, dirty girl? For me to fuck you all night and then for you to go to breakfast with your parents all filled up with my come. If you were quiet, they wouldn’t know what a little slut you’ve been.” He curses and drives into me harder. “But you can’t be quiet, can you? Fuck. We’re going to get caught.”