Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(22)

"This stuff looks gross," he said skeptically. "What's that green shit?"

And I looked at him archly.

"That green shit is kale mixed with broccoli, come on, try a little," I coaxed, handing him a sample.

But he shook his head.

"No way, looks gross. Let's just get some creampuffs."

But I was adamant.

"Just try something," I said persuasively. "How about the banana mango smoothie? That sounds good, right?"

And this time, Jonah relented as I handed him a sample.

"You're right," he said thoughtfully, licking his lips. "Not bad, kinda like mango ice cream."

"But they don't add any sugar or cream," I threw in quickly. "And that's  why it's so much better for you. Two please," I said to the girl at the  counter, and soon Jonah and I were sipping our smoothies happily in the  window of the store.

"You know, I feel like you take such good care of me," my boyfriend  said. I didn't even like calling him my boyfriend given that my  instincts were so maternal now.

"I know," I murmured quietly. "I know."

Jonah looked like he was about to say something, maybe about Sarah, his  involvement in the lifestyle, maybe about school. I looked on with a  welcoming smile, all ears. But he didn't. Instead, the boy just looked  away and said, "Yeah, you're real nice Ally, I don't deserve you."         

     



 

I wasn't sure what to say at the moment. Of course you do? We're a  couple made in heaven? But that would be all lies. So I stuck with the  inane.

"No worries, we all have some figuring out to do," I said softly, "it'll work out."

And in my heart of hearts, I hoped it would work out for me as well.  Because at this point, I was hopelessly in love with Rob Martin, and  wasn't sure what to do. He was Jonah's dad, twenty-five years my senior,  a rich, powerful businessman who'd been sleeping with his son's  girlfriend during Thanksgiving break. It sounded sordid, even to me, but  in real life, everything was different. Because what happens on the  outside is not the same as within, and you never know until you walk in  another man's shoes. So I pasted another happy smile on my face. No need  for Jonah to know my thoughts.

"Come on," I said, slurping up the rest of my smoothie. Oh yeah, I'm a  curvy girl and twenty ounces of the good stuff can go down the hatch in a  few swallows. "You still want to get some cream puffs?"

And Jonah shook his head.

"Nah, I'm good, the smoothie was enough," he said. "Why don't we just  head back? I want to start packing, we've got to move back into the  dorms again soon. Finals will be coming," he pulled a face, "and shit, I  need your notes."

I sighed. As usual, Jonah was cribbing off me. Some things never change.  Well, that was just life, and I'd work slowly on weaning him off,  creating some distance.

"Right, back home," I said slowly, picking up my purse. Because Mr.  Martin would be there, and what was next for us? I needed to talk with  the big man, figure out what he wanted, what I wanted, whether any of  this was sustainable, whether he even wanted it to go on. Sure, I was  living in the dorms just a couple miles away, but in Manhattan, a  couples miles can be the equivalent of an entire galaxy. So would I see  him again? Did he want to continue our relationship? And my heart in my  throat, I made my way back. I loved the alpha male but had no idea if I  was acting an idiot and if he wanted me at all  …  or if these were are  last days together.





CHAPTER TWELVE


Ally




Well, I never had the talk with Mr. Martin. Oh I saw him again sure. For  the last two nights, our midnight rendezvous were even more frenzied  before, the loving intense, making me sizzle and fall apart each time.

"Ohhhh shit," the big man groaned, coming hard once again. "Oh shit, oh shit."

And I closed my eyes and mewled, face pressed into the pillow, ass  lifted in the air. Because Mr. Martin had just breached my anus for the  first time and it'd been so electrifying, so sensational, that I was  unable to speak. "Mmm!" I choked into the soft cotton, "Mmmm!"

Besides, what could I say? Please, keep me with you? Please, tell me to  drop out of school so that we can keep having hot sex, I'll let you put  your dick in me whenever, wherever you want? It sounded ludicrous, even  to me. I was an eighteen year-old teen, unformed, unsure of myself,  while Mr. Martin was an alpha male, confident, assertive, with women  hanging onto his every word. Why would he want me when he could have an  elegant sophisticate, one with a swan-like neck, flowing highlights and  manicured nails? In comparison, I was a mouse with my dishwater hair and  brown eyes.

But despite all that, my curvy form was making him spew now, his dick  pulsing and jerking in my ass, white blasting my insides hard.

"Oh FUCK," he roared. "Fuck fuck fuck."

And I moaned my response.

"Yes, Mr. Martin, yes." And of their own volition my hands crept  backwards to seize my buttcheeks, pulling the white flesh apart, the  creamy orbs spreading so he could get even deeper.

And the man positively lost it, doing the unthinkable. While spewing  sperm he pulled his dick out of my ass and pressed it right against my  pussy. Not into me, no, but right up against my open hole so that the  semen jetted into me just the same, up my channel, my insides getting a  good dose of the hot, white mess.

"Yes," I moaned again, "yes, yes, fill me."

Because just as always, we weren't using protection. I'm not sure why  Rob never brought it up, but I knew my reasons. I wanted him bare. I  wanted to that big, thick dick in me, skin and nothing else, because I'd  probably never go bareback again until it was time to have a baby. And  who knew when that would be? Most career women these days waited until  their thirties or even forties, so it could be twenty years before I was  so close to a man again.

Yet I knew it was playing with fire. I'm a fertile eighteen year-old,  penetrated for the first time, if there was anyone who could get  pregnant it was me. But for some reason, the thought didn't freak me  out. The idea of swelling with his seed  …  well, actually it made me grow  hot, my insides mushy, wanting it. Because yeah, I wanted it, I wanted  Mr. Martin's child, wanted his baby, wanted to grow even curvier, my  breasts enlarging, my stomach rounding with a child, his child.         

     



 

But things were so far from that it was ludicrous. Because after our sex  session, he merely kissed my forehead, pulling me into those warm arms  before drifting to sleep, one hand on my ass, another on my breast. And  the next night, it was the same. My pussy and ass were now shaped to his  dick, he took me so hard, so thoroughly that I couldn't even imagine  another man's cock in those spaces, even the thought was disgusting to  me, made my stomach turn. But after the incredible sex, there hadn't  been much. Just another kiss from the big man, another sweet suckle at  my nipple, a lick on my twat and then sleep.

So now, I was back on campus like it'd never happened. Sure, I'd had  scorching sex with the Mr. Martin, but when it came time to leave, he  didn't say anything. Instead, he was oddly silent and watchful as Jonah  and I said our good-byes.

"See ya," mumbled his son. "Wouldn't want to be ya."

That made no sense, it was just Jonah being juvenile again. But I wasn't  going to leave with a bad taste in my mouth, so I put a smile on, even  though my cheeks hurt doing it.

"Mr. Martin, thank you so much for your hospitality, I really enjoyed  Thanksgiving," I said, pulling my mouth up at the sides. It probably  looked ghastly, but it was important to act normal with Jonah standing  right there. "It was such a pleasure meeting you, I hope to see you  again sometime."

That would have been the perfect time for Mr. Martin to extend an  invitation, something offhand like, "Sure, I'd love to have you over  winter break," or "If you have any career questions, feel free to give  me a call." It wasn't weird, after all, Rob was a successful businessman  and could surely lend an ear and some advice when it came to navigating  the corporate world. But no such invitation was forthcoming. Instead,  he merely looked at us, blue eyes shuttered, and said neutrally, "No  problem, happy to have you. Jonah, got all your stuff?"

And the puppy of a boy nodded, not looking up.

"Got it, Dad, got it all."

That caused me to look up, meeting Rob's eyes in surprise, because it  was the first time I'd ever heard Jonah call Rob "Dad" and not "Rob" or  "Robert." And Mr. Martin looked just as surprised, his eyebrows lifted  although his tone was smooth.

"Well let me know if you need anything," he rumbled. "Anything at all.  I'll be here for another day or two, but then I'm off to Tokyo to  consult for a new venture."

And my heart plummeted. Tokyo? That was about as far from New York as  you could get. When would I see him again? In fact, would I ever see him  again? My lungs hurt, my heart beating as I contemplated the  possibility.