Hot and Heavy with My Dad’s Best Friend(2)

Then he watched her slip into his car, and oh yeah, that skirt rode up, giving him a small peek at her thigh, creamy and so not approachable. That seat belt clipped over her gorgeous breasts and that equally creamy and delectable shoulder, damn it all to hell.

He was in trouble; more trouble than Nick might be prepared to handle. Handle? Oh yeah, he wanted to handle that. “All set?” he asked, trying not to growl the words.

“All good,” she replied, looking up at him and giving him a sunny smile. Oh yeah, it was all good. Just great.

“Good,” he replied, closing the door gently. He came around the back of his car, adjusting his suddenly-too-tight pants. This was going to be a long, long night.

Nick drove them back to his place, a townhouse in a shopping multi use community neighborhood. He knew she’d never been to his place, and hoped she wouldn’t think of it as too bachelor pad. He wasn’t a messy person, but he did live alone, and he thought his design aesthetic was comfortably casual. It wasn’t for everyone, but he wasn’t ready to make a complete man cave. He loved his gourmet kitchen, for example, and cooking in it was fantastic. It might not be expected, but it was him. He might be the guy to take a home done meal to a football potluck. None of his buddies ever minded. Hell, most of them were divorced anyway and needed to cook for themselves and sometimes their kids, though most of the guys had kids in college now. Or graduates in the workforce, like Jenna. She’d been working as a nurse a few years now, Tony mentioned it with pride often. But in the next breath, he often bemoaned the fact that she hadn’t had a serious boyfriend in years. Tony, like most of the guys, wanted grandkids when he was young. And his daughter settled, though Nick knew his buddy wouldn’t give that a voice. That wasn’t the sort of things guys in their group were even willing to discuss.

Nick slid into the driver’s side seat and looked over at her. This felt right in a way he didn’t dare try to identify. It could sit alongside his sexual arousal, banked and ignored. But he had the sense that it, too, would explode at some juncture and overtake common sense.

Yeah, what a great night. Nick flicked on the radio, a driving classic rock track he loved pouring through the speakers. It would be better to speed away and avoid conversation. He could keep his eyes locked on the road and pretend he couldn’t smell her lemony perfume, pretend he didn’t want to drown in the taste of her skin. If she smelled and looked that delectable, how would her mouth taste, how would her body feel rocking under his.

He bit off a groan that he hoped was hidden by the music and focused on the road, though all his other senses were working overtime imagining what she would be like in his bed.

Jenna closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. This was a favorite song from one of her favorite bands. In fact, she remembered singing and dancing around the kitchen to this song when she’d been home from college, doing a shake and shimmy in a tee shirt and short shorts. Nick had come in and sang along with her, and at the end of the song, he’d applauded, giving her a very sexy smirk. She’d rushed off to her room, panties embarrassingly wet, nipples so hard she’d whimpered, and she’d gotten herself off twice that night.

Memories…

She looked over at Nick, who she wasn’t sure realized that he was singing along to a Styx song. His gaze was focused in on the road, which was empty. He wasn’t speeding as much as she might have, but she appreciated the way he took the curves. If he handled his car this well, what else could he handle and how well would he handle them?

Jenna swallowed hard. My god, what did he think of her?

“I wasn’t hoping to get picked up by anyone,” she told him, not quite sure why she was saying the words.

“You wanted to be stranded?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Absolutely not,” she told him with a giggle. “I just wasn’t out tonight trying to see if any guys would give me attention. Most guys my age are…”

“Are?”

“Yeah. Are.” Are what, how could she describe it? “Immature. Uninteresting, I guess.”

“You guess? Sounds like you don’t know what you want, kiddo.”

Kiddo? Kiddo?!? Those were fighting words. “I know exactly what I want from a lover.” She used that last word deliberately, knowing that it would very likely cause a reaction from him. And it did. He grunted and muttered something she could only barely hear, and couldn’t discern, It might have been “bullshit” or the like.

“Okay, Jenna, I’ll bite. What do you want from a lover, kiddo?” That word had a little sarcastic edge, as if he still actually thought of her as a young person, needing to be coddled or condescended to. And no, that was not happening, no way, no how.

She turned to face him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I need a man, a lover who knows how to make me scream, Nicholas. I need a man with a big cock who knows how to use it. I need a man who can make me come while he’s tasting my pussy. I need a man who can allow me to suck his cock, keeping him on the edge for hours. I need a real man, a mature man.”

Taking every chance in the world, and knowing it might be exactly the wrong move, Jenna rested her hand on his thigh, squeezing gently just below the bulge that had been steadily growing as she talked.

“Do you know a man like that, Nicky?”

He slammed on the brakes suddenly, throwing them both against their seatbelts, and then their seats.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed. It hadn’t hurt as much as startled her, but her hand had slipped off his thigh. Damn it; that thigh had felt amazing under her hand.

“You have no idea how much fire you’re playing with, Jenna. I am not a man to be teased, or used for your...whatever this is.”

“Foreplay?” she said, needing to push the envelope.

He growled, unclipping his seat belt, opening the door, and jumping out of the car. He pulled her door open, reached over to unclip her seat belt, and yanked her out of the car. She would have been nervous if it had been anyone but Nick, but he was safe, even if he was losing his temper.

“What do you want?” he asked, his grip unyielding, his hand warm and solid where it banded her wrist.

“A man,” she replied, staring up into his angry face. Angry meant passionate and passionate could lead to great sex.

Great?

Sex?

Was she really thinking of fucking Uncle Nick, her father’s very best friend in the world. And was he thinking the same?

“Be careful, Jenna. Playing with fire means you might get burned.”

“And?” she asked, licking her lips. He yanked her arm, hauling her against her and backing her against the car. The metal was warm against her nearly-naked back, the filmy fabric she wore doing little to keep her away from the metal. And against her was the hard unyielding body of Nick. Who was very, very hard. Oh god, she wanted that cock.

“You’re playing with the wrong man tonight,” he told her, his eyes flashing. The car purred against her back and he ground his cock against her front. With their difference in heights, he was pressed against her soft belly, his cock clearly delineated even though he had chinos on.

“Why?” she asked, equal parts curious and aroused. Okay, maybe she was more aroused and less curious.

“Because if you continue, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream. At least until you lose your voice.” He took her other arm in his hand and brought them both over his head, forcing her back to arch, forcing her pelvis to tip upward. “You have been playing with boys, Jenna, and now you’re out of your league. those boys have nothing on me.”

“Yeah, I can feel that,” she managed between breaths that were getting increasingly shallow. “You going to fuck me here, Nick, or at your place.”

He released one hand and just as she was trying to decide where to put it, he reached under her skirt, clenching her panties at her hip, where the band was smallest. With a single tug, he tore them away, tossing them over his shoulder.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. Get back in my car and make yourself ready, with your fingers on your wet cunt. If you’re good, I’ll let you come. In my car. Right here. If we get to my garage first, you’ll have to wait until I’m done for you to come, and I can be slow and easy when I want to be. And hard and fast when I want to be too.”

She loved the instructions; God, that was turning her on. She loved a man who could take control, who could sketch out what he wanted and make it happen, and Uncle Nick--Nick, her hopeful lover--seemed more than capable.

“And then what?” she asked him, trying to find her breath. She could barely hear over the pounding beat of her heart.

“Then I’m going to fuck you silly, so enjoy the ride.” He leaned in and nipped her earlobe, eliciting a gasp. “Get back in the car, Jenna.”

When he stepped back, she gasped, the breeze tickling her legs. She knew she was only imagining it caressing her cunt, but it made her even wetter. Some day, she hoped he’d take her out here, right against his purring car.

“Please, Nick…” She didn’t know what she was asking, but he smirked and motioned to the car.

“The sooner you wait, the longer I wait,” he told her. That galvanized her and she opened the car door, slipping in. He came around to the other side of the car, getting n. “Legs apart,” he told her and she opened her legs as wide as she could. She slumped down in her seat, reaching under the hem of her skirt and stroked her fingers over her pussy, spreading the wetness.