by Amy Brent
“I think it’s just what the doctor ordered; sun therapy.” I let out a sigh and threw my head back as if I were basking in it.
“I could use some vitamin D myself. Our suits are still in the bathhouse if you think you still want to wear that skimpy bikini around my father.” She made a face, and I shrugged.
“Your dad is hot, who knows, maybe he’ll check me out.” I gave her a wink, and she laughed.
“You’d be a welcome date for him, for sure. I hate all the women he’s with, so at least I’d like you.” She gave me a nudge, and we returned the clothes to the rack and headed out.
On the way, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said, but I knew it was just hypothetical and she’d never really go for it.
“Hey, let’s stop and grab some wine. Dad’s all out, and I’m sure whatever he did have, some skank has had her mouth on.” Lila headed across town to get our fix, and I waited in the car. After, we drove back toward her father’s mansion.
“Are you going to drink with me?” Lila said as she pulled out onto the interstate.
“Maybe a glass. I didn’t eat, remember.”
“Why didn’t you grab something? You’re not doing that whole not-eating thing again, are you? It’s not healthy.”
“No, It's because I had a late breakfast. I’m sure I’ll be famished once we swim.” Swimming had always worked up my appetite, and I had always loved going to the Porter kitchen to make myself a sandwich with honey ham and swiss on honey wheat. “Don’t worry, if I get hungry, I’ll go inside to make me a queen bee.”
“You always loved those sandwiches. My dad still keeps that stuff around. He hasn’t given the cook a new menu in a decade.”
“Lucky me, the queen bee sandwich lives on.” We shared a laugh, and it felt nice to be with her, though the wonder if her father was going to speak to me again, stayed at the forefront of my mind.
He couldn’t avoid me forever, and I had ways to get what I wanted. I hadn’t waited all of these years for one night.
Upon arriving, we went out to the bathhouse to change. We both stripped naked, and I slipped my bikini bottoms on. “I haven’t worn this in like two years; I hope it still fits these tits.”
“You did fill out a bit; I wish I had.” She stepped into her bottoms, and I couldn’t help but peek at her trimmed pussy. “I also couldn’t help but notice that you waxed. Do you have a special someone?” She gave me an eye and giggled.
“No. I wish.”
“Well, I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it go.” Her laughter filled the room. “I’m still seriously jealous of your tits. You’ve always had better ones.” She stared at my breasts as she covered her own.
“It’s not a competition, Lila.” I didn’t want to tell her how much her father had appreciated them, and my nipples hardened thinking about him.
“I know, you sound like my father.” She rolled her eyes, and I knew that she was still pissed that he hadn’t let her get an enhancement surgery for her breasts when we were seventeen, and I didn’t blame him. She had been mad at us both for teaming up against her.
We went out to the pool, and I got inside, enjoying the sunshine and the cool breeze that had my nipples tight and sensitive against the fabric of my bikini top.
“Daddy should be home soon. I hope he doesn’t bring someone home with him.” Lila ducked down into the water and wet her hair.
“You don’t think he would though, right?” I knew I’d die if he did.
“I’m going to lay out a bit. Will you help me with my sunscreen?” Lila stepped out of the pool and grabbed her towel.
“Sure, I’m right behind you.” I climbed out and dried off, and Lila laid down on the lounger like we used to, and undid her bottom strings. I rubbed her down, and she sat up, letting her top hang loose, and as I turned around, she undid my bottom strings as well. As she rubbed the lotion slowly across my skin, careful to get every inch of skin, her father pulled up in the drive.
“He shouldn’t come out here,” she said letting her top hang free and I had no intention of tying mine as we lay down in the rays and soaked up the sun.
Minutes later, I looked up and saw Whitt watching through the window, so I sat up and applied more sunscreen to my front and rolled over onto my back. I let the top lay across my breasts loosely, and then my stomach growling gave me the perfect opportunity to go inside and make a sandwich.
“I think it’s time for a queen bee. Do you want something?”
“No, but I’ll go in for a minute.” We grabbed our towels, and I wrapped mine around my shoulders and dried off, as she did the same. Then as we walked inside, her phone rang.
“It’s Daniel! I’ll be back in a bit; I need to take this call.” She hurried up the back stairs to her room, and I knew she'd be a while.
I set about making my sandwich when Whitt strolled into the kitchen to get a drink. “You should put on a robe; it’s chilly in here.” He stared at my chest, and the top that I’d tied up to come inside and my nipples were poking against the fabric.
“I’m not cold. Would you like me to make you a queen bee?” I had all of the fixings scattered across the bar, and he shook his head.
“What are you and Lila up to? Not sharing any secrets, I hope.” He came to stand beside me and gave me a pointed look.
“No, we were just sunbathing. I saw you looking earlier. Did you see something you like? I stuck my chest out a bit and leaned forward on the counter sticking out my ass.
He shook his head. “I saw Lila, and that was enough to convince me I’m right about us. It needs to end.”
I knew he didn’t mean it and I was about to show him. I reached forward and cupped his erection the same way I had that night all those years ago. “I think you liked what you saw, and I think that there’s no reason for me to stop going for what I want, especially when you want it too. I can tell by this.” I gave his cock a hard tug.
He sucked in a breath and spun me around pinning me against the counter, his strong hands gripping my waist. “You’re going to keep on taunting me, aren’t you?”
“You can’t deny you want me, Whitt. Lila’s upstairs talking to that man of hers. I want a man too. Be my man, Mr. Porter.” I whispered his name, and he pushed me harder against the counter and pulled my swim bottoms aside, and soon I felt his hard erection pressing against me.
“You want to taunt, do you? I’ll show you what girls who taunt get from old men like me.” His cock sliced through me and I gasped as he buried inside me with one thrust. He beat my little pussy up, fucking me hard and fast until I was laying on the counter, my sandwich beside me and all of the things still scattered around me so close I could smell them.
He spanked my ass, and I clenched my tight channel around his cock, milking him, and I didn’t know if he’d go all the way and fill my tight hole with his seed. I wanted him to. I wanted to wear his scent the rest of the day and wondered if Lila would smell him on me.
He leaned up and pulled my hair, pulling my head back. “You like that fucking you’re getting, Gemma?” He was so rough and hard that I came apart, soaking his cock. “Yeah, you like it.”
I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I knew Lila was going to come down the stairs and across the house any minute. Whitt kept pounding his thick cock into me, and I started to panic as I saw Lila at the bottom of the stairs. She was still on the phone, and her head was down, and she stopped a minute as if she would turn back to the stairs.
“I’m going to come in you,” Whitt said, then his cock twitched, and he spilled into my channel while I was looking at Lila, who was on the phone and smiling across the room. “You hold that inside you, do you hear me?” I nodded but felt a trickle. I stood there and ate my sandwich clenching as he put his cock away and straightened my bikini bottoms. Lila was another moment and then she walked in smiling ear to ear.
“Hi, Daddy.” She walked around and stepped between us, kissing him on the cheek. “I’m going to leave a bit earlier than exp
ected. Daniel needs me.” She gave me a smile, and her dad cleared his throat and walked away from us headed to his room.
“Make sure you pack enough clothes for the week,” he said as he took to the stairs.
“He’s so bitchy about it. He hates me staying the week.” She shook her head. “He’s not spoiling my mood. I’m going to soak up some more sun before I have to go.” She headed out, and I followed. I looked up to see Whitt staring from his bedroom window as a trickle seeped out of me, and I decided it was best I go for another swim.
Chapter 15
Whitt
Dax and I had a long conversation about Samantha during our workout, and I normally wouldn’t have liked it, but at least it was about business and not for any personal reason.
I’d had him look into her claim, and he’d found that she had indeed been trying to help me. “Who would have thought that viper would have done anything for you?” Dax spotted me as did my last set of bench presses. “She must have had some love for you after all. Didn’t you say that she claimed some sentimental bullshit?”
I kept my breathing steady until I put the bar on the rack, then I sat up and wiped my face. “Well, in all fairness, she didn’t do it for me, she did it for herself. I have a feeling she’s about to take poor Milton for a property on the Mediterranean. She didn’t want him to spend his money on my land when he could buy hers.”
“Oh, the girl was protecting her next grab. And here I thought she’d found a heart.” Dax shook his head.
“Yeah, she’s a real piece of work. If I liked Milton, I might warn him, but I think it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie. Besides, now we have work to do, so now you need to get on that purchase as soon as possible.”
“Will do.” He clapped me on the back as I stood, and then we headed to the back to hit the showers and get dressed for work.
After I’d washed all of my morning workout sweat away and doused myself with cologne, I buttoned my shirt and brushed back my hair with my hand. “I’ll meet you at work. Try to be in my office before lunch, or you’ll miss me. I’m going to see if I can pull an early day and head out.” I really didn’t have much keeping in the office, and I knew being there was only going to be tempting, and I had to distance myself from Gemma.
“Will do.” Dax smiled. “It’ll be nice seeing that hot secretary you hired.”
“Watch it.” I grabbed my keys from my pocket and headed out.
I thought about what I’d done all the way to work. Gemma was dangerous for me. She was a temptation that could ruin not only my home life but my business reputation. She was a risk I knew I couldn’t take.
I walked into the office and found her with another skimpy dress, her breasts spilling out the top and her ass tight beneath the silky fabric.
“Good morning, Mr. Porter.” She got up to greet me, but as she approached, I held up my hands to gesture that she keep back.
“Gemma, I don’t have time this morning.” I watched as the disappointment dawned on her expression.
She rolled her eyes and came forward. “But you’ve had no calls, and you have no meetings.” She ignored my request for space and put her arm around my neck to kiss my cheek.
“Gemma. I meant what I said. This has to stop. You’re much too tempting, and you’re causing me to take risks that I just can’t take.” I walked away, and she followed.
“You’ve already taken the risk, and there’s nothing saying we can’t have whatever we want.” She strolled into my office and stood next to where I sat.
“We can’t do this. We fucked right in my kitchen, with my daughter upstairs and in the next room.” Surely, she didn’t want to get caught any more than I had, but it had been too tempting.
“You’re right.” She walked up and turned my chair and climbed into my lap. “We shouldn’t do it at your house anymore. It’s too risky, and we could get caught. Good thing the office is private. I even locked the door behind me this time, so we shouldn’t have any pop ins.”
“As tempting as that may sound, Dax is coming by this morning.”
“I could hide under the desk. Or maybe he’d like to watch?” She rubbed my erection, and I pushed her off of my lap.
She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. “You’ve picked a hell of a time to play hard to get, Whitt.”
“I’m not playing, Gemma. It’s done. We’re done. It’s better that we stop it now while we can still be friends and remain a part of each other’s lives. For Lila.” I glared into her eyes, and she shrugged as we heard footsteps approach.
“Fine, I guess you won’t mind me moving on then.” She had a big smile for Dax as he walked into the room.
“Hello, Mr. Fisher. Would you like some coffee too?” She hadn’t asked me if I wanted coffee and it was a cover for her being in my office.
Dax walked in and took a seat. “Gemma, you’re looking gorgeous today, as usual. Yeah, I’d take some coffee.”
“I’ll be right back with it.” She stuck her chest out, and eye fucked him all the way to the door and even glanced over her shoulder as if to size him up. She was trying to goad me.
As she closed the door behind her, he adjusted himself. “Damn, I know she’s Lila’s friend, but she makes my dick hard. Are you sure you’re not tappin’ that?” He glanced at the shut door, and I glared at him.
A quick vision of Gemma and me, while I fucked her on top of my dresser, flashed to my mind: her mouth open, her head thrown back and calling my name. My dick was diamond-hard and throbbing. “I’m not tappin’ it, and neither are you.”
Dax stifled a chuckle. “With all due respect, friend, I don’t remember our business arrangement giving you the right to make that call. I mean, granted you’re my boss, but since you kind of need me, I think I’m going to call your bluff on this one.” He had a point. I was his boss, but he and Gemma were both adults who could do as they pleased. I couldn’t do or say a word in all fairness. Especially since I wouldn’t admit what had happened between us. I didn’t want Dax to know I was boning Lila’s best friend. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, but if it got back to my daughter, things would be catastrophic.
“She’s a kid.” I met his eyes directly.
“I’ll be gentle.” He chuckled as she came into the room, placing my coffee on my desk first and then she leaned into Dax, making sure he got a good gander at her tits as she handed him his coffee.
“It’s a little hot, Mr. Fisher. You might want to blow on it.” She puckered her lips and gave his cup a little blow.
Dax’s eyes widened. “I like the way you do that so much better, thank you.” He gave her his fuck me smile, and she winked at him and then left without giving me a second glance.
I was boiling inside, and I took my coffee and took it to my lips for a nice long pull, and choked on the flavor. She knew I took two sugars and this coffee was not only bitter but black. Very funny.
Dax swallowed his sip and smiled. “Man, she makes a mean cup. That’s perfect coffee.”
“Yeah.” I put my cup down on my desk. “Tell me what you found out.” He was supposed to call about the land and make sure the buying process was under way.
He gave me a smug smile as if he were quite proud of himself. “It’s all good. This time tomorrow you’ll be the proud owner of the neighboring property next to the St. Croix resort.”
“Perfect. I’ll let Ashley know she can fly out and get to work on the interior design for the old part. I want to know what kind of style she’s going for, and if she has any specific requests for the new build—all preliminary, of course.”
Dax sipped his coffee and seeing him savor it pissed me off even more. I looked at my useless cup as we finished up our conversation about business.
After another of his sips and his sounds of satisfaction, I’d had enough. “Gemma!” I called.
“Yes, Mr. Porter?” She gave me a sly smirk.
“Get me a fresher cup of coffee; this time how I like it.” I took the black swill and held it up, and she p
ranced across the room and took it. She had enough sass that I wanted to take her over my knee, but I let it go.
“Mr. Fisher, may I get you anything?” Her tone could have followed that question with the following: fresh coffee, a blowjob? I narrowed my eyes, and she hurried out.
“That was a bit tense. Are you two having issues?” Dax gave me a suspicious glare.
“No, I just wasn’t enjoying my coffee as much as you. And you don’t have to eye fuck her every time she comes into the room either.” My tone was harsh, and I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to let him have her.
“Why does it bother you? You’re not fucking her, someone should, and if you think that someone shouldn’t be me, I’m going to have to ask you why.”
He wanted me to confess, and it wasn’t happening. I considered his words. What did it matter? I was done with her, but she wasn’t done with me. She’d saved herself for me all those years, so I didn’t think that she would be so quick to give it up for someone else. Especially Dax.
“Whatever, man. I’ve told you about our past. If you’re deadest, good luck.”
“I’ll consider it a challenge, my friend.” Dax laughed and a moment later when Gemma came in with my coffee he got to his feet and eyed her ass as she brought my coffee to my desk.
“I’ll walk you out.” He waved his hand for her to go ahead of him and cut me a glance. Rage burned inside me even though I knew he wouldn’t get anywhere with my girl.