by Amy Brent
“I think it would look fantastic, mom,” Sabrina said, egging her mom on. “Bright and cheery, which is what this house needs more of. I think that's what Julian was thinking, dad.”
“Exactly. I thought we were talking about accent colors,” I lied.
“Oooh, an accent color. Maybe that would be better,” Miranda said, holding up the yellow swatch to get a better view – as if she hadn't been obsessively staring at it for hours already.
This time I smiled over at Sabrina, thankful to her for saving my ass, literally. She walked past me, from behind, and ran a finger over the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. She was having way too much fun with all of this. Still, there was something energizing about this little game of cat and mouse we were playing with her folks. Something forbidden. Taboo. Something that just made you feel alive, knowing that you were doing something so taboo.
“You cold, Julian?” Dave asked.
“No, I'm fine,” I said. “If anything, I'm a bit warm.”
“Yeah, it is a bit hot in here, dad,” Sabrina said, fanning herself as she sat down. She winked at me playfully.
Dave looked confused, giving me a questioning look. All I could do was shrug again and stare down at my plate.
“The lasagna is great, Miranda. Did you make it yourself?”
“Do I look like someone who cooks?” she scoffed. “No, Rosa made it before she left. Used my mom's recipe though. But it's missing something...”
If there was one thing I could count on, it was Miranda talking about something. You never had to worry about a conversation when she was around – she was content to carry on all by herself. Which meant as long as I could keep her talking, we could avoid conversing and I wouldn't give anything away. Since I was still feeling incredibly guilty about fucking their daughter, I felt that was the best route to go.
“Oh, speaking of Rosa, she said you didn't end up going into work today, Julian,” she said. “Are you feeling okay?”
It was meant to be a joke, I could tell the way Miranda was laughing at me. But I couldn't bring myself to laugh along with her, I had to choose my words carefully for fear of being found out.
“I decided to rest instead,” I said. “After everything I've been through, I figured I deserved a bit of a nap. And it felt wonderful, let me tell you.
Dave pretended to look out the window. “Sorry, just checking to see if Hell has frozen over.”
They laughed, so I feigned a laugh to at least seem like I was amused as well. But as I tried to avoid talking about what – or who, actually – I did that afternoon, Sabrina ran her foot all the way up the length of my leg, coming a little too close to my intimate parts. I coughed, choking on my last sip of wine, causing both Dave and Miranda to stop their teasing and look at me, seriously.
“Maybe I'm not feeling so well after all,” I lied, faking a follow up cough.
Sabrina taunted me this time. “Awww, poor baby have a little cold? Maybe you should go upstairs and get some rest?”
Her foot was still wedged between my legs, her toes teasing my cock. She smiled as she teased me from across the table, her parents oblivious to what their daughter was up to. I felt those familiar stirrings in my groin again and knew that I was going to have a raging hard on any moment. I just hoped I didn't have to get up any time soon.
“Maybe so,” I said. “That might not be the worst idea ever.”
At least it would get me away from this table, this awkward conversation, and a girl who seemed hell bent on forcing me to fuck her on top of the table in front of her parents, I thought to myself. I stared down at my plate, wondering how I was going to stand up and take it into the kitchen without Dave and Miranda noticing the fact that I was aroused when Sabrina came up behind me and grabbed it, placing it on top of hers. She tipped me a wink and gave me a small smile. She obviously knew what she'd done to me and was throwing me a life preserver. I was more than thankful for that.
“You too, Sabrina?” Miranda asked, a touch of disappointment in her voice.
“I have a job interview in the morning,” she said. “I want to get some rest to make sure I'm ready for it.”
“A job interview? On a Sunday?”
Sabrina and I shared a look as she took my plate into the kitchen, dropping it into the sink with a clatter.
“Yeah, I thought it was weird too. But the guy I'm interviewing with is apparently traveling all next week and wanted to meet with me before he left. Said he's hoping to fill the position sooner rather than later.”
She was so smooth and so polished as she talked her way through that lie, even I believed her. Hell, maybe she was telling the truth. For all I knew, she actually was meeting with a guy about a job tomorrow. I had my doubts, but what did I know?
“That's great, sweetie. Where at?” Dave asked, turning to look at his daughter.
“Uhh just a small start-up, I can't remember the exact name offhand,” she said. “I have it written down upstairs though.”
Okay, now she was failing. She was stumbling over her words and looking at me for help.
“Didn't you mention an interview with Harper International? Is that the place you're interviewing?”
It was a completely fictitious company, but it sounded good. No such place existed – and I hoped Dave wouldn't go and look them up online – but I'd had to think fast, coming up with it on the fly – using my ex-wife's maiden name. Kicking myself for my terrible lie, I just prayed no one thought twice about it and they'd just take Sabrina at her word.
“Yeah, that's it,” she said, waving it off. “It's nothing major. Probably nothing I can really build a career around, but it could be some good experience that I can parlay into something better, you know?”
I excused myself before I could be brought into anymore lies, and slipped off to the guest room. As soon as the door was closed behind me, I fell against it and closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled – and kept up that exercise until my heartbeat returned to normal. Damn. That was hard. All of the lying and deception to cover the fact that I was fucking my best friend's daughter. I shook my head and felt the first tinge of regret filtering through me.
Maybe I had made a mistake. Maybe I should have resisted a little more. Maybe I could have prevented it from happening at all. But she knew exactly how to push my buttons. Knew exactly how to get me right where she'd wanted me. It had been utterly amazing and a big part of me wanted more of it. More of her. Part of me was hoping her parents would go out – or at least, go to bed – so I could have her again.
I mentally kicked myself for thinking that way. I shouldn't do it again. I shouldn't fuck Sabrina ever again. It was wrong. And it was risky. Very risky. But damn, it had felt amazing. Talk about conflicted.
And to think, I still had a few more weeks to go before my house would be ready. And years of dinners and golf outings to get through after that. Years and years of looking Dave and Miranda in the eye, knowing that I'd had my cock inside their little girl – and had to hide it.
It would never get easier, would it?
A knock on my door startled me and set my heart racing again. If I didn't have a heart condition before coming to this house, I sure as hell was going to have one when I left.
“Yes?” I said, almost afraid to open it.
“It's me,” Sabrina said, her voice low. “Can we talk?”
Talk. Huh. Isn't that how she prefaced it last time? And we saw where that had gotten us – an afternoon of hot sex, under the table foot jobs, and a whole hell of a lot of awkward, strained conversation with a couple of my oldest friends. Of course, I couldn't put all the blame on her. It wasn't all her fault. I'd certainly played my part in all of this too. I'd made my bed, now I had to lay in it.
Even though I thought letting her into my room to “talk” was a bad idea, I couldn't exactly turn her away. Not after what had happened between us, we did need to talk. She deserved that. I owed her that. I was a grown man and I needed to stand up. Needed to
take responsibility for my actions. Which meant opening the door and talking to Sabrina like the adults we were.
But the moment I opened the door, I knew that Sabrina had other ideas. She pushed her inside my room, kicking the door shut behind her and hushing me with a kiss before I could protest. Her tongue was in my mouth and I felt my wall of resistance crumbling. She ran her hands all over my body as we kissed and I followed suit. Her tits just felt wonderful in my hands, as did her ass. And when she grabbed my cock through my pants, it was all I could do to keep from bending her over the dresser and fucking her right then and there.
Eventually, I managed to extricate myself and take a couple of steps back, out of breath, my head spinning with lust and desire.
“What happened to needing to talk?” I asked, pulling away.
“Oh, we do need to talk, but I figured we could do other things first – ”
She dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my pants, but I stepped back, pulling her up from the floor. Which was hard, because I really wanted to see those perfect lips wrapped around my cock. Really wanted to see those big, beautiful eyes staring up at me as she sucked me off. Really wanted to pull her hair and fuck her mouth, shooting my load deep into her mouth as well as all over her gorgeous little face.
But no, we couldn't. We had to be smart about all of this.
“Your parents are right downstairs,” I muttered, quickly buttoning my pants back up.
“So?” she said with a laugh. “They're busy bickering about paint swatches and what style of fabric goes with it. We'll just have to be quiet.”
“I'd rather not risk it,” I said softly, lifting her face up to look into my eyes. “Let's talk, Sabrina. I think we need to chat, don't you?”
“Why? Because you're going to tell me we can't do it again, right?” She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Why must you be so difficult, Julian. Seriously – ”
But this time, I was the one who stopped her. I kissed her, surprising us both. Because let's face it, I probably should tell her that what we had was a one-time deal, but I wasn't able to do that. I was weak. Unable to do the right thing. I was letting my cock determine my behavior – which wasn't a good thing. To say the least. What happened between us was amazing in more ways than I could count, and this woman was driving me crazy. I wanted her. Needed her. But knew I shouldn't have her again.
I tried to convince myself of all the reasons sleeping with Sabrina was a bad idea and was something that shouldn't be repeated. I went through the list in my head several times – the whole time knowing that it was rubbish and I wasn't going to adhere to any of those reasons anyway. I was going to fuck Sabrina again. It seemed to be a foregone conclusion. We just needed to be smart about it.
“I don't know what is going to happen between us, Sabrina, but whatever happens – we need to talk about it first. I think it's critical that we set some boundaries and ground rules. We've got to figure out what the hell we're doing, because I feel like I'm losing my mind here.”
“Me too,” she said. “But it feels amazing.”
“Yes, it does,” I admitted, stroking her cheek. “It really does. And that's the reason I need to be cautious about us moving forward.”
“Cautious? Why?”
“Because the last thing I want is to cause trouble for either of us,” I said. “Well, any more trouble than we've already got on our hands.”
Chapter Eight
SABRINA
What I felt for Julian was real. So very real. It was so real, it hurt. And I wanted to believe what he felt for me was just as real as what I was feeling, but it was hard to tell. He struggled with what was happening between us. I could see that he was still trying to deal with the morality of it all – despite the fact that there was nothing immoral or wrong about what we were doing. But when I'd gone to his room that night, I saw something that made me think perhaps there was a little something more there too. Maybe deep below the surface, but I was pretty positive that it was there.
I knew he'd been lonely ever since Beth had left him. And I often wondered why he didn't date other women. He certainly wouldn't have had any difficulty finding somebody else if he'd wanted to. He was filthy rich, incredibly gorgeous – and if they ever got to see that amazing cock he had in his pants, they'd be lining up around the block.
But he'd remained alone. He'd he had a few flings here and there, maybe. I didn't know for sure. But if he did, he never talked about it. And he most certainly never brought any women around. Instead, he remained utterly alone and seemed to focus on his house remodel and work more than anything. That was, until that day he took my virginity, then everything changed.
And we continued having sex, by the way. It became less awkward, and much less painful too, as the time went on. But it still remained every bit as amazing as the first time we'd done it.
“Yes, oh yes,” he muttered quietly as I sucked his cock for the first time, my red lips wrapped firmly around that thick base. I watched him and his reactions from below as he looked down on me, stroking my hair.
The first time he came in my mouth, it was hard not to gag at the strange taste, but I had managed to swallow it all down, wiping it from my chin with a gleeful grin. I looked up at him with eyes that literally begged for more. He looked at me, amazement in his eyes – along with a very healthy dose of lust and need. He never seemed able to get enough of me. I couldn't count the number of times he'd cum either in me or on me and be ready to go again. It was like his cock never softened until he commanded it to. I'd always heard that older men had difficulty performing multiple times, but with Julian, I knew that I'd never have to fear that. He was as virile as a teenage boy and had the stamina to boot.
And Julian was always ready and willing to give it to me, every chance we were alone.
We fucked, yes, but it was more than that. We also talked. We talked a lot. We kissed. We cuddled. And overall, I filled his bed on many occasions, always sneaking out before my parents would wake up and catch me sleeping over. It was a risk, but after a while, it was one we were willing to take.
Up until the moment we got caught, that was.
It was another Saturday, much like the one when we'd first slept together. My parents were out running errands and Rosa was off for the day – leaving the two of us alone in the house. So naturally, we did what we did when we had time and were alone – we fucked each other's brains out.
I was on top of Julian, riding him hard and fast, fucking him as he sucked on one of my nipples. Because we were alone, we didn't even bother being quiet. It was always hot when we were able to be loud, able to say anything we wanted and talk as dirty as possible. For me, I always loved hearing him calling my name – as well as calling me a few other, naughtier things. So, it always made things more intense when we didn't have to worry about keeping our voices down. My parents had literally just left, so we were confident we had at least a couple hours to spend fucking each other.
“Fuck yes, Julian,” I cried out, riding him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock.
I was on the verge of coming, I could feel my climax burning inside of me, readying itself to burst, but I was holding out. I always loved when Julian and I came together. It was a magical moment when both of our bodies spasmed and shuddered in shared bliss, and I was holding out for it. Waiting for it, letting it build within the both of us.
Julian was close, I could tell by the way he was breathing and grunting – and by the way he was thrusting deeper and harder into me. It was like he was out of control and was so desperate to come, that he was trying to make it happen. But I thought he sounded almost like an animal when he was close, going buck wild, literally, as I fucked him as hard as I could. He met my rhythm with his own lunges upward, shoving himself deep inside of my tight little pussy. I clenched down tightly, causing him to cry out in pleasure, a sound I'd never get tired of hearing.
“Yes, yes, oh God – Yes!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs.
Ju
lian loved the sounds I made and the things I said, it made him come even harder and I wanted that hot seed spilling out of me. Julian let loose of my nipple and muttered, “I'm....cumming...” before his body jerked upward. He grabbed onto my ass and pulled me down hard on top of him, and that was it. I lost all control, screaming out his name as my orgasm tore through me like a bolt of lightning. My body felt like it was on fire as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.
It wasn't until our pleasure had subsided that we realized someone else was in the house with us. Footsteps. On the stairs. I stared down at Julian and he stared at me, both of us wide-eyed as I rushed for my clothes and he rushed for his. I was halfway to the closet when the door swung open with no warning. It had just flown open, slamming into the wall behind it with a hard thud – the sound of judgment. And there was my father standing there in the doorway, glaring at us.
He'd heard everything. I could tell from the look on his face. Even if I managed to hide in the closet, he'd heard it all.
“Daddy,” I muttered, covering myself with my shirt, “What are you doing back already?”
His face was bright red, his fists were clenched at his side and he wasn't even looking at me. He was staring at Julian, a fiery rage in his eyes that I'd never seen before. It was half-crazed and made him look scary. I half expected Julian to spout out a terrible line about how it wasn't what it looked like, but he knew better. We both did. There was no use in trying to lie or cover it up. We'd been busted red handed with our hands in the cookie jar.
“Sabrina, go to your room,” my dad said, his voice colder than ever. “I need to speak with Julian.”
“Listen, Dave – ” Julian said, but perhaps he shouldn't have because my father pulled his fist back and launched it straight into Julian's jaw.
The sound of my father's fist slamming into Julian's face was like a gunshot. It was a loud, solid popping noise. I watched as Julian's head snapped backward and he grunted with pain. Watched as blood erupted from his nose, running down his face in a gushing line. Julian hit the floor with a grunt, before he jumped to his feet again and stared my father down.