Meanwhile in the Basement…
Jeremy Danielson…
'The last time I saw her was the night she said goodbye, she said that loves a stranger, and it's sure to pass you by, yes she did…'
I am not as well versed in the 80's hair metal music as Dakota seems to be, but this is a song that she has been listening to on an almost constant repeat. If I said that it was driving me nuts, I wouldn't be lying. The truth is - it has me thinking a lot of things that I am not entirely sure I should be thinking.
However, what is driving me past nuts and straight into insanity is the way she walking around the house - tighter than tight fitting acid washed jeans with all the holes that people pay stupid amounts of money for when it was clear that she had done herself, through wear and tear and by design - they hug her hips like they are painted onto her, highlighting the small gap at the top of her thighs and creating an almost peach effect on her ass. Short band shirts that hang off one shoulder and show little teasing slivers of her satin smooth flesh underneath. Some days she would wear a bra and others she went completely bare underneath. It was driving me to distraction.
I have never jerked my cock so much in my entire life, not even as a teenager. I am, however being rendered into a stupid teenager again - hiding in the shower to rub one out with thoughts of her running rampant through my mind. The memory of her lips kissing me back flooded my mind, the silky-smooth feel of her naked flesh under my fingertips a constant tease at how close I had come to giving in and just claiming her. Even that little moan she made haunts my dreams.
I am going to Hell. I know it.
'As she packed up her belongings, Baby, wouldn't look me in the eye, but I could see a tear roll off her face, as we both tried, so hard not to cry…she said…'
Jason would kill me if he knew. If my best friend even caught a whiff of anything untoward happening between me and his daughter, he would act first and then ask questions later. I mean I can't even say that I blame him if I am being honest. Dakota has been out of his life for so long that it is only natural for him to be over-protective. I mean the last time she had been inside his home - she was a little girl, merely even five years old and had needed that protection more than anything else, so I had to figure that was somewhat still where his head was because he didn't know how to be a parent to an almost fully grown young woman.
I had no such issues apparently. Not if the dirty thoughts running through my head, are any indicator. God, I feel more and more like a dirty old man. I am old enough to be her father and yet, I can't stop thinking about her, can't stop wanting her in ways that I really shouldn't.
The hardest part is not having someone to talk to about it. If I had someone to bounce these thoughts off, maybe I could get past them. Hey, don't judge me - I am doing the best I can with temptation right in my face every second of the day.
I keep asking myself - would I be feeling this way if Dakota had grown up with us?
Would these feelings be a completely moot point if I had watched her growing up in front of my eyes?
Or was I always destined to feel this way about her? I have never put much thought into fate before. I mean, nothing had ever really felt like I was being guided to do certain things but the minute that Dakota stepped off that plane - there had only been one constant word in the fore-front of my mind - fate.
'I never wanted the stars, never shot for the moon, I like them right where they are, all I wanted was you, so baby just turn away, 'cause I can't face the truth, all I'm trying to say is all I wanted was you…'
Where is that music coming from?
It can't be coming from inside the main house because the bedrooms are all sound proofed, it was a feature that was a part of the house when Jason bought it ten years ago. I think it was one of the selling points for him. I know that he likes to have a loud sex life - being friends for so long, I have been in the same house before, so I know my friend far better than I am comfortable with sometimes.
Anyway, this isn't a song that I own, like I said, I am not what you would call as big a fan of hair-metal as Dakota seemed to be.
Speaking of my girl - hey I am alone in my own thoughts; I can call her my girl - ever since that moment in her bedroom - the moment where she granted me the best kiss of my life. And then after the talk on the sofa that night - she has remained distant from me. I mean I can't say that I blame her. I have given her some pretty drastic mixed signals.
Kissing her.
Touching her.
Then running.
Telling her that things between us can't happen.
Flirting with her over text.
I am such an asshole. I know I am, but I can't seem to stop myself. I see her and all I can think about is what I want to do to her. The life that I want us to have. My mind has even conjured images of her walking about with her tummy all swollen with my baby. But I have to find a way to draw a line in the sand - a clear point that I will not step over.
'I tried so hard to remember, where, when, how, why love went away, I tried to drown myself in pity, but your memory kept calling my name, yes it did…'
For the sake of my friendship, I have to find a way to put boundaries in place. I have to find a way to resist her because as much as I hate the term - jail-bait is what comes to mind, not in the traditional sense but in the sense that this is my best friend's daughter. And I have absolutely no business wanting the things that I want with her.
The soft creek of the door at the top of the stairs pulled my attention from my thoughts and I sat up, "hello?" I said as the short, satin smooth length of naked legs with tattoos came into view as they descended down the steps, "what are you doing here, 'Kota?!"
How am I meant to keep my mind clear when she shows up down here in her little blood red satin robe, her legs on display and the material of her robe open enough that I can see the inside swells of her pert, generously sized tits? I am only a man - how long can I realistically resist the temptation?
"I'm tired of waiting,"
"Waiting?" I made no move to get up from the bed as she stepped to the end of the mattress, her eyes burning like giant orbs of glowing blue, mesmerising me, placing me under some sort of spell.
"For you-" and before I could object, she tugged the belt of her robe and the material parted as if it had been fighting the restraints all along.
Smooth, tattooed flesh took me by surprise. I knew that she had tattoos on her legs, but the chandelier and lace effect tattoo that sat directly under her beautiful tits was what drew my attention first. It was incredibly detailed and beautiful with the black and red design, intricate lines and shading must have taken hours to complete. And it was the perfect frame for those perfectly positioned tits - the little globes of her nipples raised and pointed right at me - given her age, they were held higher than what I had been used to as of late. Sliding my gaze down towards her mound to find another tattoo - vines of swirling lines with blood red orchids ran from hip to hip, another beautiful highlight to the treasure of her cunt. A sparkly diamond stud sat just below her belly button - she was a true work of art. A master-piece really. The shaved mound of her cunt on direct display for me, a thin strip of short hair disappeared from sight as she stood before me, watching me, watching her. My cock had grown hard from the moment she stepped off that bottom step, but the sight of her naked form had my cock throbbing and jerking with need to be buried deep inside her.
How the fuck am I meant to turn her away?
Do I even want to turn her away?
'I bought you fancy cars and diamond rings, Baby, all the things that money brings, and the servants to paint the sky blue, and I worked so hard seven days a week, built a fortress for your heart to keep, if I could I'd wrap these words up for you…'
"What do you want, sweetheart?" I growled, daring myself not to move. One movement and I don't know that I could hold back. I needed to hear her words before I did anything.
"I-I-" suddenly she looked so unsure, and I caught the way her arms started to jerk as if she were fighting the need to cover up. It was single handedly the most adorable thing I had ever seen, and it softened my heart and resolve a little more.
"Come here, 'Kota!" Taking pity on her, knowing that this would be the last time I went easy on her tonight because as much as I knew that it was wrong - I was not strong enough to say no. Maybe one night was all I needed to get this woman out of my system. Maybe one night would be enough.
Slowly she moved around the bottom of the bed and walked slowly up the side closest to where I was sitting. Again - could this woman be more adorable? My cock jerked desperately. Hungry to be nestled in her tight wet heat. So ravenous than when she was in reaching distance, I snatched out and grabbed her wrist - pulling her to me until she was giggling as she landed on my lap.
'I never wanted the stars, never shot for the moon, I like them right where they are, all I wanted was you, so baby, just turn away, 'cause I can't face the truth, all I'm trying to say, is all I wanted was you…I want you, I want you, baby, I want you…
Tenderly, more tenderly than my thoughts figured I was capable of right now, I reached out and brushed a long strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and dipped my head down until our lips were a hair-breath away from one another's and the chemistry between us was sparking so wildly that I almost became blinded by my need. "Are you sure this is what you want, sweetheart?"
"I've never been more, sure of anything,"
"You said upstairs that you aren't very experienced - are you a virgin, 'Kota?" My breath held tightly in my chest, a balled, up pocket of air that began to burn because if she said she was indeed a virgin, I don't know what I was going to do.
The good in me told me that I should end this before it even started. But the man in me reared with excitement at being the only man to ever lay claim to her.
"No. I'm not a virgin, I've just not had many lovers-"
"Ok, beautiful," and the resolve I had been holding so tightly like a rubber band stretched to its limit, snapped and my lips crashed into hers, my tongue pushed against her lips - coaxing her to open and she did it without resistance, granting me access to the hottest depths of her mouth.
Meeting me passion for passion, we were kissing as if our lives depended on it. Then the more comfortable she became the more she moved until she was straddling my thighs, her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers tugging softly at the hair on the top of my head.
"Stop-'Kota-" I groaned against her lips, my eyes burning into hers as we watched one another with growing hunger.
"You-changed-your-mind?"
"No. I just-if you keep doing that with your hands, I am going to go too fast and I want to savour this-" I growled, "this is one night and one night only, am I clear?"
"Yes-"
"If you aren't comfortable with that then you can-"
"No-no I am good with it!"
"You're sure?"
"Yes!"
"And your dad can never find out-"
"Agreed!" Her reply was so instant that I felt a flutter of disappointment. I think there was a part of me that simply wanted her to fight me on that point.
Pushing it down I shifted her, so she was on her knees above me as I pulled the covers away from my hips and down my thighs. The path of her eyes trailed a grove of heat over my flesh until her eyes landed on my jerking cock and her eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Suck!" I ordered. Her eyes met mine again and I nodded, "I gave you an order!" I slowly pushed at her hips until she was almost half-way down my shins and then I placed my hand on the top of her head and pushed her down towards my angry cock.
Bracing herself on my thighs, she slowly licked the tip of her tongue around the helmet of my cock before sliding up to the slit at the top and tongued the spot where pre-cum was heading up, my upper body fell back against my pillows as a wave of bliss swept through me.
Once she had wiped my slit clear of the salty liquid, she hesitantly slipped her lips over the head, keeping me shallow in her hot Heavenly mouth, "fuck baby, that feels so good!" I growled encouragingly, if she hasn't had much experience maybe blow-jobs aren't something that she has had much experience with.
I knew my words had the desired effect as she slid one hand up my thighs until she was grazing her fingers across my hardening ball-sack until her hand was wrapped around the root of my cock and began to pump up as her lips began to slide down my shaft. Being as big as I was, I knew that getting her to take all of me would take time and practice.
'I never wanted the stars, I want you, I never shot for the moon, I want you, I like them right where they are, baby, I want you…'
I was transfixed - lost in the pleasure she was conjuring inside of me. Watching the way, she was looking up at me with hooded eyes, lust sparking in those pools of ocean blue eyes, fuck me I have never felt more connected to someone than I do right here and right now with this woman.
Hallowing her cheeks, she began to suck while driving her lips up and down my shaft, her hand pumping the length that she simply couldn't get in my mouth and then her other hand softly wrapped around my hardened balls and squeezed ever so gently, so gently in fact that I wondered if I was imagining in it but the graze of her long black painted fingernails against my taint was almost grounding in a way I wasn't prepared for.
"You suck cock like a fucking pro, sweetheart, let me hear you moaning, show me you are enjoying it as much as I am?!" I grunted as my hips began to thrust against her mouth and she followed my direction instantly, moaning from so deep in her chest that it vibrated through my cock right down into my balls that I could feel clenching up tight as they neared explosion, grabbing her hair, I held her in place, "get ready to swallow 'Kota, I am going to fill that pretty little mouth full of my seed-"
"Mmmmmmmm-" she gave me full control of her head as I moved her faster up and down my length until I was hitting the back of her throat and the tighter feel of her choking had my, cum shot out of me like a Goddamn fucking canon, my seed splashing against every available space of her mouth and she moaned once again as she swallowed it all down.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck, you are so fucking hot 'Kota, cuming in your mouth is what I have been thinking about the most-" I roared for a split second forgetting where we were and how easy it would be for Jason to hear us, so I quickly pulled myself from her mouth before I was even finished erupting, pulling her up to me and slamming my mouth to hers as my release thankfully was at the stage where it didn't need any more stimulation as it squirted hot ropes of creamy liquid over my stomach, "that was-" my voice trailed off as I came down from the high she had given me so selflessly.
"Amazing?" She smiled at me, her tongue darting out to catch a dribble of my juices that leaked out of her lips.
"Mind-blowingly amazing!" I brushed the hair back from her face as I grinned, "my turn!"
"What-?"
"It is time for me to repay the favour-" flipping her until she was on her back and looking up at me, my lips pressed to hers in a bruising kiss.
"You don't have to-"
"Are you kidding? I have been dreaming about getting a taste of this sweet little cunt!"
Working my way down her body, lingering to flick my tongue against her nipples. As a man I knew that women need a little more than men do to be turned on and as much as I could almost smell her arousal, I knew enough to know that just going straight to her leaking slit would give her a mere mediocre orgasm and I wanted to give her more than that. I wanted her head spinning, body trembling, breath lost, her world imploding type of release.
Just as my lips wrapped around the erect bud of her nipple, I heard it.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!...
…BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
My hand slapped out and pounded down on the alarm clock as if I was personally offended that it had torn me from the best dream I had, had in the longest time.
At least in my dreams I didn't have to worry about Jason finding out. I could indulge with the one woman I am beginning to suspect is going to mean more to me than any woman before her. At least in my dreams we can be together. God, I sound like a Goddamn fucking pussy. I need to get a grip of myself. I need to get myself under a semblance of control because while my dreams afforded me the ability to take what I wanted - my waking life didn't afford such luxury. I had to be on guard. And even more so now because the girl of my dreams is going to be working at my side from now on.
I can't afford to slip up.
Professional. That is what I need to be. Fuck my life!!