Later that Night…
Dakota Roth…
Sleep was eluding me. I have been lying here staring at the same spot on the ceiling for the past hour. I have tried willing sleep to eclipse me. I have tried counting sheep. I have tried praying, even though I am not exactly a believer. I have tried spraying some lavender onto my pillow. Short of banging my head against the wall to knock myself out I have tried everything.
The truth is I just have too much running around my mind.
Tonight, was great - Charleigh and Jeremy gave me and my dad some much needed alone time. Just to hang out with him and talk was not something that I ever thought that I would ever experience. When Anna stole me away from him - I thought that was it. No more dad. No more love from the most important man in my little world. Don't get me wrong - there are parts of me that are glad things happened the way they did because had they not, I may have never become who I am now and for the most part I am happy with who I am. I am usually pretty comfortable in my own skin. However, there is a niggling little part of me that wonders and mourns for the person I could have been had I had that powerful, masculine presence in my life.
A dad is the first experience that a little girl has of men - the first point of contact with the opposite sex and I can't help but feel like I have been robbed of something. Something that feels important. I don't think that I will ever forgive Anna for that. How could I?
It's not surprising that I like my dad. I mean the man is probably one of the most selfless, giving, and nurturing men that I have ever met. It is obvious that he loves being a parent - I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. I can see the love shining like a depthless ocean of unconditional emotion. I have never had that, and it feels somewhat overwhelming if I am being honest with myself.
It is because of that I am feeling a sense of deep-rooted guilt. Guilt from keeping this huge secret from my dad. I want to share it with him. I want to gush about how fucking happy I am with Jeremy. I want to have my dad's support and blessing because what Jeremy and I have feels like it is consuming me. In the best way possible.
'You up? -R xxoxx'.'
'LMAO that sounds like a really bad booty-call line but arghhhh yessssss I am awake! 🤬 -D xox.'
'LOL I actually realised that after I sent it. You doing, ok? -R xxoxx'.'
'Yeah, my mind just won't shut off. What about you? -D xox.'
I just feel so guilty about what we are doing. It feels too much like we are deceiving my dad. What we are sharing with each other is life-changing and it feels wrong not to involve him. Now, even though I know keeping secrets is a bad idea - I also know that there is no way that dad will ever accept this. I know that he will be livid, and I fear that he will disown me. I know he will cast Jeremy out without question. And with the knowledge I can't see how this is ever going to work.
I don't want to be the woman who comes in between two best friends. My dad and Jeremy have been friends for more than half their lives and that could all be over in the time it takes to tell my dad that Jeremy and I are a couple.
'I'm ok sweetheart. Just a lot going on in my head -R xxoxx'.'
'Do you want to talk about it? -D xox.'
'I just missed you tonight. I know how irrational that is since you were here in this house but watching you sitting with your dad, man that killed me. I - I guess I wish…-R xxoxx'.'
'What? What do you wish? -D xox.'
As much as I hate lying to my dad, is it lying? Or is it just with-holding information?
Or am I just trying to justify all this sneaking around?
Then of course there is the fact that he hasn't exactly been forthcoming with me about his relationship with Charleigh, my best friend. I hate that he is being secretive about it. I hate that he thinks he can't talk to me about it.
'I just wish that I could curl up on the sofa with you, I wish that I could hold you in front of him. I wish that I could kiss you whenever the fuck I want to -R xxoxx'.' my heart started thumping at his words. A resounding echo that pumps in my ears and I can even feel it against the tips of my fingers as I stare at his words.
'I wish for that too -D xox.'
'We are going to have to tell him, aren't we? -R xxoxx'.'
'Yeah, we are. But not yet, please can we just keep this between us for a little longer? 🤞 -D xox.'
'LMAO you know that you have me wrapped around your little finger don't you? -R xxoxx'.'
'Is that a, yes? -D xox.'
I may hate hiding what we are building but there is a part of me that finds it exciting. I am not ready to give that up yet. I am not sure when I will be ready but for now, I just want to bask in the connection that we are building between us.
'Yes, sweetheart, it's a yes. I have decided that we are going to spend the day at the hotel tomorrow, so you best try to get some sleep - you are going to need your strength -R xxoxx'.'
'A whole day in bed with you? Where do I sign up? -D xox.'
I watched the little dots appear as he typed his response. They stopped for a bit, almost as if he was trying to think about how he was going to respond to my reply.
And as I waited for him to reply, my mind slipped back to my dad and my best friend. I am really happy for them - they are both amazing people and they deserve all the happiness in the world, but here is the thing - my dad doesn't know that I know, so for all he knows I could be livid and the fact that he isn't admitting what is happening, I feel a little less guilty about not telling him about Jeremy and me.
'You are entirely too adorable, 'Kota. Get some sleep, beautiful, because I have big plans for you tomorrow, -R xxoxx'.'
'Goodnight, Uncle Remy 😉 xox.'
'Goodnight pumpkin 😘😘 xxoxx'.'
The smile that stretched over my face was ridiculous. The power that this man has over me should scare me, it does scare me, but it also makes me feel safe; safer than I have ever felt before. It makes me happy; like stupid levels of endorphins manipulate my body in ways that are entirely new to me. I can't ever imagine feeling this way about anyone else.
The truth is - Jeremy has ruined me for any other man. But that's ok because there is no one else I am ever going to need. I know that for me - Jeremy is it. With him, I have been able to experiment with sex in ways that I had never even thought about before him. In ways that would never feel safe if it were with anyone else.
In all honesty, sex was a conundrum to me before Jeremy. I hadn't understood the attraction. Especially not after my first time. I thought that people must be out of their mind or lying when they expressed how much they loved to fuck or make love with their partner. I just couldn't wrap my mind around what they expressed as pleasure and what I experienced - it sounded so unbelievably different that I believed they had to be exaggerating.
I convinced myself that I wasn't missing anything. I told myself that sex simply wasn't for me. That, maybe, there was something wrong with me and I would just be one of those unfortunate people who just didn't enjoy the act.
Then Uncle Remy.
My whole world spun on its axis. Just one look from him and I felt like I was drowning in my sudden need. Desire whipped my body into a frenzy - desperate to feel him between my thighs. To feel him moving inside of me. To feel his touch all over me. And then he kissed me - my world, as I knew it, was over. All I could think about was him. How much I wanted him. How desperately I needed him.
I was being consumed. And there wasn't a damn fucking thing that I could do about it. I just had to relent. I just had to let go and hope like Hell that he would catch me.
And he did.
Now, he was the master of my body. The way he seemed to just instinctively know what my body needed and when - it was as if he were some sort of magician.
An orchestra conductor because he could make my body sing in ways that drained all the energy from inside me and left me limp and completely sated. Is it really any wonder that I am in love with the man?
My heart hurt though - it hurt because we were hiding. We are existing, in the shadows. We are lying to my dad - a man who means the world to both of us. I know that there is going to come a time where we have to come out from the darkness where we give into the carnal nature that erupts so effortlessly between us because if we don't - we run the risk of my dad finding out by accident and that is not what we want. It is not at all how we want this entire thing to go down.
I just know that if he finds out by accident, he will use that as an excuse to tell us that what we have is wrong. And both Jeremy and I know that is so far from the truth that it actually hurts to even think it.
Just a little longer.
We can last a little longer in the dark. Then we will take the step out into the light - owning whatever punishment my dad might dish out. Until then I am going to just enjoy being in love with my dad's best friend.
Later the Next Morning…
Jeremy Danielson…
Sex with Dakota was always the most rewarding. In all the years I have been having sex - it has never felt this good. Or this rewarding. Or this consuming. I can't explain it, but it is almost like I burn for her. It is a constant ache that bubbles inside me until I feel the sublime sensation of sinking my cock deep through her tight, warm, slick walls.
The feeling of her opening to me was addictive.
The nirvana of her clenching around me tightly was like coming home. It felt so right. It felt as if this was what I was made for.
I was made for her. Only her. Always her. I really don't know how else to explain it. I don't know what I did to deserve such perfection but there was no way that I was questioning it because this was everything. She was everything.
Even now - lying face down on the bed, her entire frame pressed into the mattress; her legs spread as wide as possible, as I lie across her back, our hands laced together as my hips set a slow, deep, and hard thrusting motion - she was moaning, the blissful tone in her pleasure was addictive in ways it had never been with anyone else.
The position was one of pure domination - something she asked me for when we locked our suite door. Begging for me to take control and dominate her. I would be lying if I said that I hadn't noticed that she was on edge this morning. I would have to be a complete fucking idiot not to see that there was something going on with her but every time I tried to bring it up with her, she shook her head and told me it was nothing.
Do I hate that she is keeping secrets? Absolutely, but at the same time - I knew that I needed to earn her trust and her confidence. And that would only come with time and attention. I could do both. I would do both.
"You feel so good, sweetheart!" I groaned into her ear.
"You feel so big, much bigger in this position!" She moaned, turning her head in my direction and drew me into a deep, feral kiss.
Our fingers gripped one another tighter as I continued to deliver blow after blow into her pussy. The heat between us creating a light sheen of sweat to blanket us. I always loved our quickies in the office, but this was leisurely, this was about making love to her. Something that we simply couldn't get away with in the office. And I basked in it. I revelled in the sensations of being able to take my time.
"Tell me who you belong to?" I growled, breaking the kiss, staring into her sparkling eyes - the eyes that always seemed to come more alive when we came together like this.
"You, I belong to you Uncle Remy!"
"Damn right you do, baby-girl!" I grunted as I bottomed out inside her, my balls dragging along the mattress with every brutal thrust I delivered to her.
"Fuck my pussy with that big fucking dick!" She moaned and the growl died in my throat as I thrust a little harder into her causing her to almost sob in response.
God, I love this girl. I love her in a way that feels new and exciting. It is consuming me. She is consuming me in ways that no one has ever consumed me. I know this is the woman I am going to marry - the thought takes me by surprise because after Lauren; I was adamant that I was never going to get married again. I was steadfast in my decision to remain a bachelor for the rest of my life. Then in walks this beautiful woman - my angel and everything shifts. My once confident statement felt hollow and untrue as the future, I could have with her began to take shape.
"Tell me you are mine?" She moaned, her eyes bright and sparkling.
"I. Am. All. Yours. Always!" I enunciate every word with a thrust of my hips.
"Mmmmmmm yes you are!" From the lift in her tone, I can tell that she is close to detonating, "fuck my pussy harder. Show me who owns me!" Every day she becomes more confident in her sexuality, and it is a fucking wonder to watch. I love seeing her come alive like this. I love that I am the one who gets to witness it all.
"I. Fucking. Own. You. And. Don't. You. Ever. Forget. It!" Again, I use my words to time my forward ministrations.
My entire body is draped over her like a blanket as I thrust forward until it is almost as if I am climbing up her body, the sharp feel of her long black painted nails digging into the flesh of my hand as we grip one another harder.
"Yes, you do. I. Am. All. Yours. Too!"
"Damn fucking right you are. Now tell me - whose cock is pounding your tight little pussy?"
"Yours! Your cock is making me feel so good mmmmm Uncle Remy, fuck me with that big dick, fuck me harder. Use me. Use my body to get off. Batter my tight little cunt, make me your dirty little slut!" Her voice sounds a little unsure towards the end of her expression.
"Fuck baby-girl. You really want to be Uncle Remy's little slut?"
"Yesssss!"
"Good because that is what you are - a dirty little slut for my cock. Whenever I want this cunt, you will be available to me - you will spread those gorgeous fucking thighs and welcome me home like the dirty little girl you are!"
"Yes, I will. Anytime. Anywhere." She was panting now, her body trying to thrust back to meet me, but I chose this position because it would render her immobile.
The thing with Dakota was that she was a natural submissive and I have always had a bit of a penchant for dominance. There was no greater feeling than her handing me the reins and telling me to own her perfect little body. To use her for my pleasure.
Could she be any more perfect?
Could I love her more than I already do?
To watch her blossom from the shy, inexperienced woman, when I first owned her body, into this wanton, confident, sexy young woman was astonishing to me. Beautiful to watch, captivating to see her evolve and consuming to be a part of. I couldn't imagine this happening any other way.
My lips moved to the back of her neck, which I had exposed to me by gathering her hair to one side of her head before our hands laced together. Light, ghost kisses pressed along her neck, down to her shoulder blades and gliding back and forth the taut glistening satin smooth flesh left her shivering and moaning out desperately. And almost instantly I could feel the flutter beginning in her core - clamping down around the base of my downward stroke, holding me hostage inside her molten chamber.
"Fuck yes, yes, yesssssss oh Fuck. Your big fat cock is making me cum so hard Uncle Remy!" She moaned, her voice full of passion and reverence.
"Fuck yeah baby-girl. Milk my cock with your tight little pussy," I whispered into her ear and the responding shudder that followed was enough to propel me off the ledge and follow her into the abyss of pleasure. Both of us panting and moaning through our release.
My hips remained immobile as her cunt did all the work to coax my release out of me. Nothing had ever felt as fucking good as this. No other woman had ever made me feel like this.
The words of love were threatening to fly out of my mouth. I wanted to tell her so badly that I love her, that I am deeply in love with her and want her forever. But it is too soon and with that thought firmly in my head; I slammed my lips against hers. My tongue mimicked the flutters that encased my cock in her tight little channel. Pouring all of my love, all of my emotions into that kiss - she matched me in aggression.
Was it possible that she loved me too?
There was a desperate part of me that wanted to know. A deep-rooted need to believe that we are on the same page. Yet, I just couldn't bring myself to confess. I can't imagine a world where she would feel the same way so quickly.
I mean, this is quick. My feelings for her hit me like a fucking freight train. The impact brings me to my knees as I come to terms with the possible outcome from all of this. I don't want to tell her until I have figured out what is going to happen when her dad finds out about us.
I would be an asshole if I thought that it would all go well, and he would readily accept this relationship. But that simply is not who my best friend is. I just know that there are going to be issues for him.
Anger.
Denial.
Dismissive.
Not to mention I know that he will demand that I end it. I know Jason better than I know myself at times and I just know that he will demand that I break his daughter's heart. And I won't. I would never do anything to hurt her. So, if that means I lose my best friend, then I will have to find a way to deal with that because giving her up now is not an option.
I have never loved anyone the way I love her and that is not going to change. This love is forever. This love is eternal. And Jason was either going to have to get on board or step out of the way because there is no stopping it now.