Daddy's Best Friend (Forbidden Temptations)

by Sofia T Summers

  “Thank you.” Izzi’s words really did comfort me. “It’s been so long since I was a kid with parents, I forget what it was like.”

  “Well, lucky for you, I can remember more easily.” Izzi frowned up at me jokingly. “Sure, your memory’s not going?”

  “Hardy har har.”

  “No, I really need to know so that I can plan my takeover of the company.”

  “You think you’re really cute, don’t you?”

  “Oh, I know I’m cute.” Izzi winked at me.

  Damn it. She was cute, and that was a problem for me.

  I turned us, planning to continue the waltz, when the music picked up speed a little. It didn’t blare right into a pop song, but it did pick up enough speed that we couldn’t really get away with waltzing anymore.

  Did I remember how to do the salsa? Hmm.

  Before I could do anything, once again, Izzi took the lead. Not literally with the dance, but—she started to move against me, swerving her hips, grinding against me gently.

  It wasn’t obvious enough that everyone else could see it. It probably looked like she was just changing her dance style. It was a far cry from the crazy bumping and grinding that went on in clubs. But it was just enough that it brought her against my cock, again and again.

  Fuck. I could feel myself getting hot all over. Every grind against my traitorous body had me getting harder, my cock slowly filling as it was stimulated. We were pressed up against each other just about from ankle to chest, and it wouldn’t be long before Izzi could feel how hard I was getting.

  Izzi looked up at me, her eyes dark, pupils blown wide, her lips moist and parted. I knew that she was turned on, even if I couldn’t feel it through the fabric. The temptation to grind back, to make her feel how hard she was making me, was almost unbearable. I wanted to crush her against me and claim her mouth, shove my thigh between her legs so that we could grind together properly and rut until we came—

  Shit, we were in public, what kind of moron was I turning into!

  I pulled back. “The alcohol’s kind of—getting to me I really should—take a break.”

  It was a lame-ass excuse, and Izzi knew it. I could see the disappointment shining in her eyes as I left the dance floor, subtly adjusting myself when I could. I had to get a hold of myself, and I had to stay away from Izzi.

  She’d have to go to bed eventually. I went to the hotel bar and ordered some scotch. Damn expensive scotch. The best in the house. I needed to try and scrub the memory of her body against mine from my brain.

  And if I stayed up long enough, hopefully by the time I got back to the room Izzi would already be asleep and we could just wake up tomorrow and act like nothing had happened.

  12

  Izzi

  If John thought he was being subtle in avoiding me, he had another think coming. I had been able to feel his mouth-watering erection a few times as I’d ground against him and God, I wanted him so badly I could hardly breathe when I thought about it.

  But he was avoiding me. It was obvious and if he thought he was being subtle, well. He did have another think coming. He had to know that I wanted him. At first, he might’ve thought, sure, that it was all coincidental, my outfits and all of that, but after dancing together, after I’d been touching him like that, he had to know that I wanted this too.

  And yet, he was running away.

  I wasn’t sure why, but damn it, I wasn’t going to give up. I couldn’t! I had wanted him for so long, to trip when I hadn’t even gotten properly out of the gate would be unforgivable. I had to give this a solid try.

  I just had to convince him that I was old and mature enough to give him what he needed. That was all. I had to take charge and show him what I wanted, that I was all grown up.

  John stayed away for a while, but I waited up for him, just in a silk robe that I’d brought and nothing else. I was certain that just one night of passion would show him that I was the woman for him, me and nobody else.

  The door opened as I lounged on the bed, my pale pink robe doing little to hide my curves or my nakedness underneath. John stopped dead in the doorway when he saw me.

  “I thought you’d be asleep,” he noted.

  “I wanted to wait up for you.” I got up and nodded towards the living area of the suite, where there was the couch John had been sleeping on. “You shouldn’t have to sleep on that tonight. Share the bed with me.”

  John gave me a stern look. He probably meant for it to quell any thoughts I had, but instead it just made me shiver. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

  He walked into the living area and sat down on the couch, apparently preparing to get ready for bed. I took a deep breath. This was what all of my dreams had been building towards. How could I claim I really wanted this if I didn’t have the courage to take charge?

  I crossed over to John and swung my leg over, straddling his lap. John went stiff with surprise, his hands pulling away. “Izzi.”

  “You think I’m an adult, don’t you? With a mind of my own? Able to make my own choices?”

  “That doesn’t mean you’re making the right choices,” John pointed out. “Izzi, we can’t.”

  His gaze devoured me, and his fingers twitched like he was itching to take my robe off of me, even as he told me that we couldn’t.

  “Can’t doesn’t mean that you don’t want to,” I pointed out. I undid the tie to my robe, slowly pulling it open.

  “This is a bad idea. It’s not appropriate, we’re colleagues—”

  I could feel John getting hard underneath me, his cock swelling as I pulled the robe down further, exposing all of myself, before finally letting it drop away. “I’ve wanted you for years,” I confessed. “And tonight… I think it’s time I finally had you.”

  I slid my hands over my breasts and John groaned. His cock twitched underneath me. “Izzi…”

  Taking a deep breath, I draped my arms around his neck, leaned in, and kissed him.

  At first, John went stiff, and didn’t move. But then I licked his bottom lip, teasing him, and John groaned like the sound had been torn from him.

  He grabbed me roughly, pulling me even closer to him, kissing me ferociously. I moaned as he slid his tongue into my mouth, curling it, sliding it in and out like he was fucking me with it, already claiming me.

  I grew slick with desire, staining his dress slacks as he ground up against me, wild, animalistic. Like he’d been holding himself back for so long, so strongly, that now there was no way he could keep himself in control.

  He kissed me over and over, his hands tight on my ass, and then he pushed me up and kissed down my neck, teeth scraping, the barest hint of stubble against my skin. “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  This was everything I had hoped for, longed for, dreamed about. He was kissing me like he wanted to devour me, and I wanted him to. God yes, I wanted him to chew me up and spit me out. Metaphorically speaking. I wanted him to ruin me for anyone else.

  Not that I had any intention of being with anyone else, ever.

  John was careful, I noticed, never staying too long in one place on my skin so that he wouldn’t leave hickeys—but he still kissed me everywhere. His mouth was like a brand, burning me, and I whimpered helplessly as he pushed me up even farther and got to my breasts.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. I writhed on his lap, grinding down on the hard cock that was pressing up right between my legs, right at that perfect spot.

  Every scrape of his teeth against my nipples had pleasure shooting right through my body to my clit, making me jolt with ecstasy. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, as he relentlessly kissed and licked at my breasts. It was like he couldn’t get enough of them, and I could only gasp and whimper in response.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God, it was so good, how could it be so good just from him touching my breasts? I had touched them on my own, of course, when I’d been masturbating alone in bed, thinking about the day I’d finally get to sleep with John. But touching them myself with
my fingers was nothing compared to having John’s mouth on them. I was so wound up with wanting and now he was relentless as he touched them—and I kept grinding against that thick, hard cock of his, right up against my clit—oh my God, I was going to—I was—oh, oh I was—

  I was pretty sure my orgasm shocked me as much as it did John. I’d had no idea that I could come just from him fondling my breasts, but he was just that damn good. John stared up at me, his eyes dark and wild, his hair a mess from my fingers. I trembled, my orgasm pulsing through me, my thighs and John’s pants absolutely soaked in the evidence of my climax.

  “Did you…” John reached down between my legs and stroked me.

  I whimpered, shivering with overstimulation. A wicked look came into John’s eyes and he smirked at me. “Well, that’s going to be fun.”

  He rubbed at my clit with a knuckle, drawing out my orgasm, extending it, and I whined helplessly, unable to do anything but writhe against his touch. “And you want me to have fun with you, don’t you?”

  John’s hesitation was gone, replaced by all-consuming desire and power, and I couldn’t have been happier. That strong, alpha male that I’d only seen in professional settings, that I’d only caught rare glimpses of, was finally out to play.

  And I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me.

  13

  John

  Izzi had the most gorgeous breasts I’d ever seen. I’d gotten so fucking carried away licking them, sucking on them, biting them, that I’d given her a damn orgasm.

  The idea made me so blindingly hard that if I’d been twenty years younger, I would’ve come in my pants.

  She was so fucking sexy when she came, whimpering and whining—I wanted to get her to scream. Preferably my name.

  I picked Izzi up while she was still straddling me, carrying her into the bed area of the suite, laying her down onto it. Izzi stretched out like a contented cat, staring up at me with anticipation and naked desire in her eyes.

  Fuck, she was gorgeous. I wanted her so badly my mouth was watering, and my cock was aching. I reached for my pants, hastily undoing them, trying to work off all of my clothes as quickly as I could. Izzi watched me with burning eyes, her fingertips idly trailing over her body, teasing herself and putting herself on display for me.

  If I did this—things would never be the same between us again. They would change. But, fuck, she was so gorgeous, so seductive, and so determined, I couldn’t resist her. I hadn’t been with anyone since Laura and goddamnit, I had forgotten how good sex could be. How badly I craved the touch of another person.

  I’d promised myself to never marry again, never be in a serious relationship, but that didn’t mean I had to be celibate. Izzi was an adult and could understand a fling. If she really wanted this… there was no reason we couldn’t, well, get the sexual tension out. We’d go back home and never talk about it again and it would just be this one wild night we had together while out of town.

  But oh God, what a night it was going to be. I had so many ideas of what to do with her, I wasn’t even sure where to start.

  Hmm. I wanted to see if I could get her to scream my name.

  I knelt down at the foot of the bed and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs and yanking her towards me. Izzi gasped as I started to kiss up her legs. “John…”

  What sort of men had she been with that she sounded so surprised I was going down on her? Fuck college boys. I was going to blow them out of the water and show her how a real gentleman had sex, the kind of pleasure that I could bring her. She was going to be a goddamn puddle by the time I was done with her.

  I took my time kissing up and down her legs, especially her upper thighs, scraping my teeth oh so slightly along the skin. I had to be careful not to leave any marks where people could see them, but I also didn’t want to get too rough with her. I wasn’t sure exactly what her preferences were when it came to things like that and I wanted to be sure I didn’t take things too far.

  But oh, God, the idea of her covered with love bites from me… it made my cock jerk. I wanted to see that evidence of my claiming her all over her skin.

  Mmm but first…

  Izzi gasped, her hands flying to my hair, as I finally got to the apex of her thighs. She was glistening with both the evidence of her orgasm and her renewed desire, and I couldn’t help the groan that vibrated through my chest. I licked it all up, taking my time, and Izzi mewled.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” I encouraged her. “Make some pretty noises for me.”

  “P-please,” Izzi gasped. “S-so good, oh God—”

  Her toes curled and her heels dug into the mattress as I curled my tongue inside of her, tasting her as intimately as possible. Izzi gasped sharply, trembling. Yeah, I would bet money that nobody had ever done this to her before. Well, their idiocy was my gain. I was going to show her the best damn time of her life.

  Izzi hiked her leg up over my shoulder as I licked into her again and again, avoiding her clit to draw it all out, making her whimper and moan ever louder. We were probably going to annoy our neighbors, but I didn’t care. I wanted to hear every single sound she made.

  I braced my hand on her hip so that I could keep her leg pinned down and open as I ate her out. It meant that Izzi couldn’t move, couldn’t buck up into my tongue to get more relief, she could only gasp and cry out and take what I gave her.

  At last, I moved to her clit. Izzi screamed, her entire body jerking, but I kept her pinned in place and rolled it around against my tongue, then teased just the tips of two of my fingers inside her.

  “John,” Izzi moaned, just as I’d been hoping. “I’m—oh God oh God I’m—John, John please—”

  Her voice was high pitched and out of control, and I reveled in it. I wanted her to be out of her mind with pleasure for me. Izzi kept on crying out, begging me, even though I was giving her what she wanted. It was music to my ears.

  I worked my fingers deeper and deeper into her, pressing the flat of my tongue against her clit, and Izzi screamed my name as she came.

  I lapped up all that she had. As if I was going to miss out on that.

  “John…” Izzi’s eyes were glazed over, her face slack with ecstasy. Her legs trembled with her orgasm, and I wanted to be inside of her so badly that I felt like I was going cross-eyed. “Please, please fuck me.”

  Well, since she’d asked so nicely… and I didn’t think I would’ve been able to hold back even if she hadn’t said that.

  I climbed up the bed, my cock slick with my own impatient desire, flushed red and hard as a goddamn block of wood. “Are you sure?”

  After all, there were other things we could do to get me off. It didn’t have to be the full home run. I wanted Izzy to be comfortable.

  But I had a rush of relief when she nodded. Fuck, yes. I felt like I had turned into an animal and all I wanted to do was slide into her and fuck her stupid, fuck both of us stupid, drive into her until we couldn’t ever be separated again and I was forever buried in the tight, wet heat of her.

  I had stretched her out with my fingers, and I was losing my mind with desire, which was why I slid into her all at once instead of taking my time the way I normally would. Izzi went stiff and I heard the sound of discomfort she made before she swallowed it.

  …something was wrong.

  I looked up at her. Izzi’s face showed her discomfort. She chewed on her bottom lip and her breathing was coming in a bit shallow. She was so tight around me, which felt really damn good but also—too tight. Like she was clenching.

  All at once, it hit me. Izzi was so sensitive, had come so easily, not because she’d been banging two-pump chumps, but because she’d never had sex before.

  I stroked her hair back out of her face. “Are you okay?”

  Izzi nodded. “Just, um, I need a moment.”

  I kissed along her neck, rubbing my hands up and down her sides, soothing her. Izzi relaxed bit by bit as I did so, until she was loose around me and I could shift inside her, testi
ng how she was.

  “You good, baby?” I asked, just to make sure.

  Izzi nodded. She looked like she wasn’t in pain anymore, but her eyes were still wide, and her cheeks were flushed. “It feels so full,” she whispered, sounding awed and pleased. “But in a good way. Please.”

  She reached up and kissed me. “Please fuck me.”

  Fuck. She was so tight and perfect around me. There was no way I could refuse her. Not when she asked me in that breathy, overwhelmed voice.

  “If you’re sure,” I told her.

  “I’m sure.”

  Well then. I wasn’t going to wait another moment.

  14

  Izzi

  I was grateful that I’d been given a moment to adjust. I had no idea that I would feel so—so stuffed with John’s cock inside of me. I felt so wonderfully full. I had never felt anything like this before.

  John was so patient with me as we waited out my body, adjusting to the stretch of him inside me. Fuck, I could hardly keep myself together. It was so much, I wanted to squirm on it, but I had to wait, I had to make sure that I was really ready so that I wouldn’t hurt myself.

  Because it did hurt, at first. Or, well, it didn’t exactly hurt, but it was right on the edge of it. I knew if I kept pushing too fast, too soon, that it really would hurt, and I would regret everything. But I took a moment and relaxed around his cock, and eventually my body adjusted.

  John finally started to move inside of me, and I gasped at the feeling of that thick, long cock sliding in and out of me. It felt so fucking good. I could hardly stand it. This was so much better than my fingers, so much better than anything I could have imagined.