by J. L. Beck
"Well, I'm not a scientist or anything, but I'm going to assume once your dad finds out, shit's going to hit the fan…." There was a pregnant pause, and a part of me was annoyed with Bridget since I knew she was partially right.
“Maybe, but I think there might be something going on between him and his assistant, which wouldn’t be much different than Jameson and I….” I tapped my fingers against the couch aimlessly, my mind trying to devise some type of way to break the news to him.
“So, you’re going to play the you’re doing it, so why can’t I card?” I could practically see the smile pulling at her lips.
“I… I think I am. Jameson and I have only had sex once, but I don’t plan on letting it end at that. I want more…. And this might be the only way to get more…” I took a swig from the glass of wine I had poured earlier, letting the idea sink in. If something was going on between my father and Layla, then I was going to find out and use it to the best of my abilities.
“Girl, I would want more too. You don’t roll in the hay with a guy like Jameson and then ditch him. Try to hold onto him as long as you can, and not just because of the money in his pocket…” Bridget giggled. “Though that’s one reason to keep him around.”
"Right. I'll fill you in later this week. I've got to finish this wine and then get to bed because I have a shit ton of work to catch up on, and I could use a full night's sleep," I announced. We both said our goodbyes and hung up. Placing my cell down on the cushion next to me, I brought the wine glass to my lips, sucking the sweet drink down with ease.
I thought long and hard about what I wanted for the next few minutes, going back and forth about what Jameson and I could be in the future. He was older, more experienced, and now that I had gotten a taste of him I didn’t think I could just move on. He was like a fucking drug, and I was the addict waiting for my next hit.
I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. Getting him to fuck me was easier than I expected, which proved how much he, in turn, wanted me, but now we were stuck at a crossroads and from the way things had been going with Jameson, I didn’t know where that left us.
All I knew was that if Jameson wanted my father to know what was going on, that meant he wanted to see more of me. I just didn’t want him to ruin his career because of me.
Two days seemed to pass without more than a handful or words being said between us. My heart ached, and my body begged me to go to him and ask him why, or what was wrong, but I didn’t. Instead, I stood by and watched, hoping he would get his shit together and let me know what it was that was going to happen between us.
It was the end of the second day when I finally had enough.
"Jameson…" I spoke his name so softly I was sure he didn't even hear it until he turned on his heels and looked me straight in the eyes.
“Audrey?” He countered with a lifted brow.
I licked my lips in anticipation, not quite sure what was going to take place, but knowing something needed to happen.
“We need to talk. It’s been nearly three days and I’m…” I swallowed trying to bury the insecure feelings that wanted to rush to the surface.
“Come in and close the door…” There was a warning that lingered in his voice and I wanted to test him, just to see if he would try and fuck me in the office across from my father’s. I did as he asked, closing the heavy wooden door behind me as I stepped into the room. The room seemed to grow hotter as we stared at each other with heated gazes.
“There’s no need to beat around the bush, Jameson. When I told you we didn’t have to tell my father, I wasn’t lying to you. We really don’t… One time of screwing doesn’t constitute anything…” My voice wobbled. I was nervous, and my belly was full of butterflies, but I got what I wanted to say out.
The sexiest smile I had ever seen pulled at his lips, revealing perfectly straight white teeth. He was dashing as hell today, with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, showing off the veins in his arms.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, Audrey? Do you think that I’m the one and done kind? The man that fucks you, and runs for the hills?” He stalked toward me in a way a lion might stalk its prey, with precision and stealth.
“I just haven’t heard from you.” I was flustered, my blood warming, as my pussy grew wet with need. Jameson was everything I wanted in a man, but he was completely off limits to me. He was bad, but I wanted him to be bad for me.
“That’s because I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell it is that I want to do about us….” When he spoke, he was directly in front of me, his rich woodsy scent filling my nostrils.
"I told you, we don't need..." Before I could finish what I wanted to say, Jameson was on me, his smooth lips pressing against mine with enough heat to burn the entire place down to the ground.
“I know we don’t need a label. I know we don’t need to tell your father. I know we don’t need to do a lot of things, but I want to. I want you, Audrey. I want to kiss you, and fuck you whenever I please. I want you to be mine and mine alone. I don’t want to share. I don’t want to wonder what we are….” His confession made my heart ache. Never would I have thought after sleeping with my crush, that he would reveal to me that he feels the same way that I do.
“I want that too…” I said breathlessly, clinging to his shirt with my hands. He was so sexy and I wanted him, right here, right now, even with my father across the hall. Jameson smiled down at me, shoving a piece of my mousy brown hair back into place behind my ear.
"Good, then we can do this together. I wasn't ignoring you, Princess. I was merely gauging interest… Seeing if you still wanted this…" He pressed a kiss against my throbbing pulse, while one of his hands slid up the front of my skirt and between my thighs.
So close, he’s so close.
“I want it…” I practically moaned, spreading my legs as wide as I could to give him better access. I blinked my eyes closed for a fraction of a second and Jameson was moving us to the sofa on the far side of the room, his hands encompassing my hips with pure strength and need. I landed on the sofa with a soft thud, my heart beating out of my chest as Jameson hovered above me. A look of playful mischief flickered in his eyes.
"I hope you can be quiet because if not, Daddy Dearest across the hall will discover just how close we really are…." He winked, and my chest rose and fell as I sucked in fresh oxygen. I was turned on by the idea of my father finding us and as strange as it was to think about it… I hoped he did hear us.
“Please….” I begged, spreading my legs wider while hiking my skirt up. Jameson’s tongue darted out over his lips and all I could envision in that moment was him between my thighs, his tongue flicking against my clit until…
"We don't need these, do we?" Jameson questioned, tilting his head sideways as he dropped to his knees in front of me. Before I could answer him, he was pulling the delicate lace thong from my ass, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room.
“Really? That’s two pairs now…” I pushed up on my elbows watching, as he took in my perfectly pink pussy, his fingers parting my lips so he could blow against my clit.
“You don’t seem to mind, Princess.” He smirked, and it took everything in me not to roll my eyes because, honestly, at this moment I couldn’t care less.
“Plus, panties are useless in my presence,” He continued, a whisper against my cunt as he sucked the tight little bundle of nerves into his mouth.
“Oh God!” I cried out, biting my fist as Jameson bent my legs forward, exposing my pussy far more than he ever had before.
“Shhh… You know you’ve got to be quiet, Princess…” He taunted, slipping two fingers into my tight hole. My toes curled, and my entire body shook as he pumped in and out of me furiously.
The air couldn’t fill my lungs fast enough, and as soon as he flicked his wrist and bent his fingers upwards, I was coming. My entire body was fluttering and floating away into a pleasure-induced coma.
“Fuck me, Princess. That was
hot! Your tight little pussy just squeezed the fuck out of my fingers…” Jameson growled, pulling the two fingers he had inside me out and placing them directly into his mouth. His eyes seemed to grow larger as he licked every single drop of my release away. My cheeks heated with embarrassment, realizing I was still bent with my pussy fully on display.
Pushing up on my arms, I made a move to get out of the position I was in, but my movements were halted as Jameson undid his belt and dropped his dress slacks right in front of me.
My mouth watered and I knew we were going to get caught. It would only be a matter of time.
“I’m nowhere near done with you, Princess. So grab the front of your thighs, spread your legs real wide, and let me fuck that tight pussy of yours…” It was an order, not a question, and even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it, my body followed his command.
“Shhh…” He placed a finger against my lips before sliding the head of his cock up and down my pussy, letting my release coat his length. The movement alone was erotic and had me moaning with pleasure.
“Please, please….” I croaked, my voice cracking with need. Jameson smirked down at me, his eyes turning to slits as he pushed just the head of his cock into my pussy. I could feel the tightness and the stretching, as he slowly eased himself inside.
"Being inside you is like nothing else…" He spoke between clenched teeth as his hands came down to rest on either side of my head. I watched, mesmerized, as he slid all the way inside, his balls slapping against my asshole every time he came down. My nails raked against the back of his thighs as he moved faster.
“Fucking! Shit! God! Jameson….” My moans grew louder and louder with every thrust he gave me.
“I want that tight pussy squeezing my cock… can you do that, Princess, can you come all over my cock?” Jameson growled, his brow wrinkled, as sweat clung to it. He was one the verge of coming, but he wanted me to get my release first.
“Yes! God! Yes!” I cried out, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my clit well he fucked me so hard I was sure I would feel it tomorrow. The couch scraped against the wood floor, filling the room with our sexual moans of pleasure and fucking. Shit!
"Come, Princess…" Jameson snarled, his grip bruising as his muscles tightened. My eyes squeezed closed, and something inside me snapped, like a rubber band being pulled to its limit. The fire seemed to fill my body, exploding like a bomb inside of me. Air stilled in my lungs, and a shudder made its way down my spine, as every single muscle inside of me tightened and released.
“Ahhhhh….” I huffed out, feeling Jameson’s hot cum fill my hole.
“So fucking beautiful. You’re everything, Audrey…” He kissed my sweaty forehead. Tingles of pleasure clung to my body, and before we could separate, a knocking sounded on the door.
"Open up this door right now! What the fuck is going on in there?" My eyes grew wide with fear as Jameson pulled out of me, my father's voice raining down on our orgasms, cooling us off immediately. Jameson looked at me, then back to the door and I knew he was going to tell him. I could see it in his eyes. Pulling my skirt down, I tried to adjust myself enough on the couch to make it seem less inconspicuous, but I knew there was no hope.
Jameson’s hand landed on the door, pulling it open.
6
Jameson
I never suspected that I would find love, but I did. The only problem was whom I found it with. Audrey’s father was my best friend and my business partner, so it shouldn’t really have been that big of a surprise when he walked into my office and took in my half-buttoned shirt and pants hanging off my hips and Audrey’s disheveled state and knew what we were doing.
The punch he threw shouldn’t have been a surprise either, but it was.
“My daughter, Briggs, my fucking daughter!?” He was livid, the look in his eyes said he wanted to kill me and I understood his feelings because I felt them myself. I didn’t think I was good enough for Audrey, but I wanted to be, and I would be, no matter what.
“Daddy, don’t!” Audrey shot up off the couch to defend me, but I didn’t want her sticking up for me in front of her father. This was between him and I. I knew what I was doing when I called Audrey in here to fuck her. I knew her father would hear, and I wanted him to know. As strange as it was, I wanted him to know that I made his daughter happy, in more ways than one.
“Stay put, Princess. I’ve got to deal with this on my own.” I wiped at the blood that dripped from my lip. He had gotten me good, but not good enough.
“I told you, you could screw anyone here just not my fucking daughter, and what do you do?” Andy got in my face, his eyes blazing with uncontained rage.
We needed to get this shit settled because other employees were starting to take notice and I didn’t want any more attention drawn to the matter then there was.
“Keep it down, Andy…” I tried to calm his burning blood, but I knew it was no use. I knew he was angry and that I would have to give him time to digest it all.
“We want to be together, Daddy… I mean, it’s not any different than you and Layla.” I shot Audrey a puzzled look, unsure of where she was going with this. Andy turned from me, facing his daughter instead.
"Do not comment on things you do not understand!" He growled though I could see some embarrassment forming in his eyes.
Audrey rolled her eyes, “I’m an adult and I’ve liked Jameson for a while. You don’t need to approve of us being together, especially when you’re doing the same damn thing…” I liked the spunk and rebellious behavior that Audrey was giving off.
Andy clenched his fist, rubbing the back of his head with his other hand. He looked to be caught up in some type of emotion.
"You knew I would hear you. You knew I would know. I didn't have to find out like this… Listening to you fucking my daughter in our office," Andy snarled, looking between the two of us with disbelief.
"It's more than sex, Andy. I want her on a level I've never wanted any other woman, and I tried to tell myself otherwise for the last three days. I can't take back anything now, nor would I ever…." I confessed, my eyes meeting Audrey's. I could see the understanding forming in her blue eyes. She knew I wanted her for more than just sex. I wanted her to want me, really want me. I wanted her to love me like I knew I loved her.
“Wait, you love her?” Andy narrowed his eyes at me.
“I think so…” I didn’t stumble over my words. I spoke fluidly, like a man that knew what he wanted.
“This is…. There are no words… I do not approve of this, Audrey…” Andy pointed a finger at his daughter with disbelief in his features.
"You don't have to approve. I'm an adult and I know it might seem wrong for Jameson and me to be together, but it really isn't." Audrey stood from the couch, coming to stand next to me. She wrapped an arm around my midsection making me feel more comfortable. We had been caught red-handed, and now we would stand together as one, letting her father know how we both felt.
“Wrong isn’t the word I would use. How could you do this? With him….” Andy shook his head, taking a step back and out of the office. I hadn’t been anxious about telling him in three days because as soon as I touched Audrey, I knew I would have to tell him. I wanted her more than once and there was no going back.
"We're going to be together, Andy…" I dared him to try and take her from me. There was nothing that could come between her and me, not if I was breathing. I wanted to get to know her better, delve deeper into her soul, and I wouldn't be able to do that if he tried to ruin whatever it was we had, before it started.
Andy took another step back until he was nearly out of the room. "She's my daughter, Briggs, and at the end of the day, that's all that matters to me. You've got ten days to get your shit out of this office. Don't speak to me or look at me. I'm completely disgusted with the both of you right now."
Andy’s parting words should’ve been a kick to the balls for me, but they weren’t. Not when I still had the girl.
"We have
to make this right…," Audrey spoke softly, clinging to my side. I smoothed my hand down her back in a soothing manner.
"We will, Princess, but first we have to give him time to digest it because you see, I'm not just going to let you go now…. And no one is going to stand in the way of what I want and need, not even your daddy." I was determined to make Audrey mine, even if her father didn't want us to be together.
The End
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