Filthy Doctor(29)

There wasn't a reason I couldn't use his, not really. I just needed to respond to some emails and look over a few proposals. I racked my brain, trying to come up with a reason I needed to into the office. But the only reason is that I didn't want to do any of the work I needed to get done was that I didn't want to be in the house with Sabrina. But I couldn't tell Dave that.

“What about you, sweetie?” Miranda asked, as if reading my mind. “Any plans for the day?”

“Not really,” she said. “I figured I'd relax a bit. Maybe search online for some places.”

“Why don't you come along with us then?” Miranda asked.

For a second, I thought I might get lucky. That I might catch a break.

“No thanks,” she said. “I think I might hang out around here, apply for some jobs and stuff.”

Damn.

“You sure, honey?” Miranda asked. “I hate for you to be cooped up here all alone, all day.”

“I'll keep Julian company,” Sabrina said, winking at me.

I was staring again, even though I was studiously trying to avoid looking at her. Try as I might, I couldn't stop looking at her – and she caught me every time. She shared a smile with me, a mischievous little grin that seemed to say so much and sent chills down my spine.

All I could think about was last night – about how great it felt to jack off thinking about her riding my cock. Of course, the sounds she'd made as she masturbated in her room next to mine only heightened my experience. The sounds she made had been delightful, and I had no doubt they'd sound even better in person, close up.

I gulped down the last of my coffee as I stared down at the table, feeling immense guilt over my fantasy now that her parents were sitting across from me at the table. I couldn't bring myself to look at either of them. It was as if I were afraid that just by looking at them, they'd know the horrible, dirty thoughts I'd had about their daughter – about a girl I literally watched grow up.

If I thought that was bad, that the guilt about a simple masturbation fantasy were bad, I could only imagine what it would be like if Sabrina got her way and we ended up in bed.



Chapter Six

SABRINA



My parents left and we had the house to ourselves. Julian was locked away in his room – he hadn't left for his office, though he'd talked about it. He never actually left, which to me, said he didn't really want to leave. And if he didn't want to leave, maybe it was because he wanted something...

I knocked on his bedroom door and listened – remembering the sounds I'd heard coming from the room last night. Yes, he'd tried to be quiet, I could tell, but there were times he couldn't stop himself from letting out small groans and grunts that I recognized as the sounds of someone orgasming.

At first, there was no answer from inside his room. I thought maybe Julian was asleep. But then I realized that more than likely, he was avoiding me. It made sense. He was probably freaked out. Bless his heart, this probably was a bit much for him. But I'd heard the sounds he made – I knew he wanted it.

I knew he wanted me.

I knocked again, this time speaking, “Julian? You awake?”

After a second, the door opened and he was standing there, staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“I thought maybe we could talk?” I said, biting my lip. “After what happened last night and all. I'm sorry if I made you feel awkward – that wasn't the point.”

His eyes softened, but it took a moment for him to say anything, so I continued, knowing we were alone in the house.

“I heard you last night,” I said. “Through the walls. Just like I know you heard me.”

Julian backed away from the door, turning around and preparing to shut me out, but I pushed on the door and stepped inside the bedroom. I wasn't going to let him get away from me that easily.

“Sabrina, please – we can't do this.”

“Yes, we can,” I insisted. “I see the way you look at me, I heard you jerking off last night. I'm no fool. You want me, Julian. And I want you. Why keep denying ourselves something so special? Something we both quite obviously want.”

Last night had made me ballsy. It had reinforced the idea that I was right about him being attracted to me. And having heard him jerking off – knowing he was jerking off to thoughts of me – I didn't hold back this time. Instead, I walked right up to him and stood within inches of him – my face kissing distance from his.

“I saved myself for you, Julian. Did you know that? Of all the boys I could have had in college, I didn't give in. Even being as horny as I am, I waited. For you,” I said and smiled. “And do you really want to deny me what I've been waiting my entire life for?”

Julian took a deep breath in, as if he was shocked by what I'd just said to him. As if he couldn't believe it – maybe didn't believe me. But his eyes were wide, and yes, there was some fear in them – but there was also plenty of lust. The more I talked about being a virgin, the more lustful and longing his look became. I had to wonder if he'd ever been with a virgin before?

“My virginity wasn't something I wanted to give away to just anyone,” I said. “I wanted to save it for someone who would appreciate it, appreciate me, and who would be gentle, loving and kind Just like I know you will be with me.”

I reached out and stroked his cheek, expecting him to pull away. But he didn't. Instead, he reached his hand out to me as well. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and savoring the feel of his hand against my cheek.

“Sabrina, wow – I mean, that's such a big thing, and I don't think I'm deserving of that honor,” he said. “Even if you seem to think I am. I think you deserve so much more than I can offer you. You deserve a younger man. A better man”

“It's my decision who's worthy or not,” I said, my voice low as I leaned in closer to him. “And if I say you're worthy, trust me, you are. I'm a consenting adult, Julian. I'm not a foolish little girl. I know what it all means, and I want my first time to be with you.”

Before he could say another word, I kissed him, long and hard and with such a force that even he couldn't pull away. I held his face close to mine, pulling him into me, my tongue pushing past his lips and into his mouth. At first, he resisted – just slightly – but once our tongues touched, it was like a dam of lust and desire had been broken. He gripped my upper arms and kissed me back. I felt the heat and fire in his body as he kissed and touched me. I released my grip on him, and he continued to kiss me as if finally, he'd given himself permission to do something he'd been wanting to do for so long.

His lips were soft, his face stubbly and itchy. He wasn't the first man I'd kissed – that honor had gone to a boy named Trevor when I was fourteen. It was a stupid decision, but he was the first mature man I'd made out with. And I had to admit, it was far better than any stupid high school or college boy, whose hands groped and pulled at me as their tongue barely moved inside of my mouth.

No, Julian knew how to kiss. He knew the art of kissing, and he knew exactly how to take my breath away.

My hands worked at the buttons of his shirt. I fumbled with them, growing nearly frantic to get his shirt off, eager to feel his flesh beneath my hands. But he stopped me. Grabbed my hands before I could remove a single button.

“We can't,” he said.

“Oh, but we can,” I said, kissing him again. “And we will, Julian.”

I pried my hands free from his and started removing the buttons again. This time though, I got his shirt halfway off before he pushed me up against the wall. He gave me a lusty grin as he pinned my hands to the wall above my head.

“No, Sabrina, this is wrong,” he said.

I felt his erection pressing into my belly as he spoke which told me he didn't think it was entirely wrong.

“Then why does it feel so right, Julian? Admit it, you want it. I can feel it. Your body wants me as much as mine wants you.”

He didn't deny it, but he adjusted, slightly so he wasn't pressing against me. Without the use of my hands, I thrust my hips outward, pressing my lower body into his, feeling his erection pressing against me once more. I wanted it. Needed it. Had to have it inside of me. As I ground myself against his hard cock, I smiled at him – the mischievous grin of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. He looked at me, a low, lusty growl escaping his throat as I pressed myself against him even harder.

“Your parents could be home – ”

I kissed him before he could finish, tasting his sweet lips and feeling his tongue against mine. I wrapped my legs around his body so that he was holding me up – and that meant he was pushing his hard cock into me. My body was on fire and I was absolutely dripping wet. Keeping clean, dry panties when Julian was around was apparently, an impossible task.

I let out a muffled groan as I ground my body onto him, feeling his hard dick pressing into the very center of me. Julian shuddered, but kept his position, holding me up with only his body and hands. He stared into my eyes, and I saw his need clearly. He trembled with it. But he fought so hard within himself, struggling with the idea of fucking his best friend's daughter – the little girl he'd known, all grown up now.

I knew it had to be weird for him. But time changes everything. I was a woman. He was a man. We presumably both liked to fuck. So why not do what we liked doing together?