Chapter 9
Whitt
It had been a few days since my blow up with Lila, and she still hadn’t come home. I knew she was hell-bent on proving her point and I was helpless to do anything. I couldn’t just drive up to his house and pummel the guy and drag my daughter home kicking and scream. She was a grown woman, as much as I hated to admit it.
And so was Gemma.
I’d been so close to kissing her that night at her house, and I knew she’d been doing things to try and get a rise out of me.
“You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” Dax said as he smashed his burger down small enough to fit it into his mouth. He was the only person who would order a burger at the most expensive restaurant in the city.
We’d left the office for lunch, and even though I’d done it to get away from Gemma and her taunting wardrobe, I couldn’t help but think about her and where she was.
Had she met someone for lunch? I knew she’d claimed not to have a boyfriend, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going out or hooking up. She was so seductive that I could imagine her having a different man each day and it made my blood boil.
I finally finished chewing and answered Dax. “Yeah, I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“It’s got to be a woman. If it were work, I wouldn’t be able to get you to shut up about it. Are you still having problems, is it Lila?”
“Nothing I can’t handle, but I wish she’d come home so I could handle them, or at least answer her phone.”
“She’s trying to leave the nest, man. And you’re not giving her the wings.”
“She’s determined she’s in love with this guy. I don’t know, maybe she is?” I knew the more I thought about how I felt about Gemma, the less fucked up Lila’s relationship seemed.
“Of course, she is. Your daughter has always had a good head on her shoulders, so why worry now? Besides, wouldn’t you want her with someone like you who is a bit older and knows how to treat a girl? These punks today, they just want sex, dope, and video games. And something tells me that’s not the only thing rattling around in your brain.”
He had always been able to read me. “Yeah, there is something else, and if I tell you, you better not utter one fucking word.”
“Ooh, that good, huh? You’ve been seeing someone new?”
“Not seeing, exactly, but Gemma’s been coming onto me pretty hard, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist.”
“Wow, what a hypocrite move that would be.”
“Thanks, asshole.” I shook my head and took a sip of my drink. I didn’t know why I even bothered telling him anything.
“I’m sorry, but you made such a big deal and all. I’ve been telling you; she’s fucking hot. I’d hit that, daddy/daughter dilemma or not.”
“Easy. It’s bad enough she’s so close to Lila, I don’t want to think any worse.” I had struggled with my desires for so long, and I couldn’t believe I was talking about them with Dax of all people. But who else was there?
“Does Lila know her friend has the hots for her father?” He gave a soft chuckle, and I wanted to kick his teeth in.
“She doesn’t have the hots for me; she’s a confused girl. She was too young four years ago, and she’s still too young. She doesn’t know what she wants.”
Dax leaned in across the table. “Wait, you banged her at eighteen? Damn.”
“No!” My voice carried out through the restaurant, and I leaned in and lowered it. “We only kissed. She had caught me fucking the help, and I asked her not to tell Lila. She wanted me to kiss her and to keep her quiet, I did. That’s it.” I left out the whole part about her grabbing my dick and how I’d dreamt of that time over and over for the last four years.
“Damn, I want your problems, man. You should hit it. I’m telling you.”
“Of course, that’s what you’d say. But she’s my daughter’s friend.”
“Who says she has to know? Unless you like this girl for—you do! You like her for more. You’re in love?”
It was an absurd thought, and I had never claimed to be in love with Gemma, but I did care deeply. Too deeply to just use her for sex and move on to the next. “It’s a delicate situation.”
“I feel you, man. It’s too bad.”
“Yeah, it’s never going to happen.” I was so certain when I’d said that. I had felt a touch of relief that I’d finally made a decision to stop encouraging things. And I would try and put her out of my mind. We finished the rest of our meal talking about Dax and how he’d managed to score three numbers with me not around at the gym lately and how I needed to get my old ass back in gear.
We returned to work, and I went up to find Gemma behind her desk. She had small, wrapped gift box on her desk and I wondered if I’d missed her birthday or if some young suitor had brought her a gift.
“Hi, Mr. Porter.” She got up and grabbed the package and followed me into my office. “I bought you something.” She placed the gift on my desk as I sat down. “Open it!” She bounced in her seat, her perky breasts bouncing with her and causing my cock to turn diamond hard.
“You shouldn’t have done this, Gemma.” I gave her a warm smile and pulled the tie out. “It’s very nice. Thank you.”
“I wanted to thank you for everything. Your bonus helped me so much, and it was so generous.”
“You’re like family, Gemma. I like taking care of you.” I wished there was more I could do and I suddenly realized that everything I’d decided at the restaurant was out the window. I couldn’t shake her that easily.
She walked around and perched herself on the edge of my desk and reached for my collar, her slim, cool fingers brushing my skin as she loosened my tie.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled.
“Putting on your new tie, silly. I think it will look nice with this suit.” She worked her magic and soon my new tie was secure and seemed perfectly straight. But Gemma didn’t pull away.
She looked deep into my eyes as if lost in a trance and then leaned down and brushed her lips against mine. And at that moment I knew I didn’t have any fight left in me. I deepened the kiss and pulled her down off the desk and into my lap, but then my better judgment made one last attempt.
I grabbed her hands and held them tight. “It’s not right, Gemma.”
Her eyes burned into mine. “I’ve waited four years for this kiss. I’ve thought of it every day. Don’t deprive me of this moment.” Having her in my lap, in my arm, and against me felt so right, and I was tired of depriving myself as well.
I pulled her close with one hand and cupped her breast with the other. She rubbed me through my pants, moaning and panting.
I slipped my hand up her skirt and felt the lace of her panties. I went beneath them, between the lace and her soft, trimmed mound. She whimpered and crushed her mouth against mine again and then she undid my belt and pants and searched the layers of fabric to get to my cock. But I wasn’t done with her, and I was so impressed by her little mound that I wanted to taste it. I dipped my finger between her folds and pushed it into her tight channel. She pulled away a bit, and she was so tight, I decided I wanted to eat that sweet pussy.
“Hop up on the desk for me and spread those sweet knees.” I helped her up, and then I eased her back, still with a finger inside her panties.
I pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side and brought my mouth down to her little snatch which I licked and prodded.
She was very tight, so I worked her little tender bud at the apex of her thighs.
“That feels good,” she cried. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” I had to. Ever since that first, hot kiss. She’d been so young and tender, and I knew if I fucked her I’d be much too much for her to handle. I lapped at her sweet hole and didn’t stop until she was writhing against me, bucking her hips upward. Her little slit glistened with her release, and I sucked and licked thinking about how good it would be to fuck her.
I reached up and put my hand inside her shirt and kneaded her breast, finding that tight nipple with my thumb and stroking it softly. I pulled away from her and glanced up into her eyes. Her face was flushed, her lips pouty and swollen from kisses.
“Does it feel good?” I rubbed a bit of pressure against her clit, and she shuddered as another release came glazing her slit.
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Gemma. We’ve both wanted it for a long time.”
“You wanted it then too?” Gemma cupped my face and looked into my eyes.
“Yes, I’ve fought it, Gemma. I knew it wasn’t right then. I’m still fighting it. I imagine us together, and I’m not gentle.” I gripped her breast to let her know how rough I could be.
She quickly nodded. “Me too. I touch myself and think about you and how I touched you.”
“Mm. And I’ve dreamed of eating this little pussy a million times. Fucking it too.” Her smile spread her lips wide.
“It’s all yours. I’ve never wanted anyone else to have it but you.” She pushed her ass closer to the edge of the table, and I brought my mouth back down on her, eating her through another orgasm that had her dripping. I rubbed between her folds, and as I was about to push my finger into her channel, she sat up. I pulled away and took her hand, and she hopped down off the desk and settled to her knees in front of me.
“Fuck, yeah.” I closed my eyes and lay my head back as she fondled my balls and stroked my thick shaft. Then her mouth closed around my head, taking me into her warm, wet mouth.
She wasn’t new to this that I could tell and as she took me down into her throat, I wondered how many cocks had filled her holes since that fateful kiss.
She worked it to the base and even darted her tongue out to lick my sac. She pulled off now and then to lick it up and down and she’d suck my nuts into her mouth, one at a time, her hand steady stroking the entire time. To have had her when she was younger would have been a treat, to coach her and teach her, but she’d been taught well, and I was thankful and yet jealous. My cock leaked, and a hearty splash of pre-come hit her tongue, and she didn’t miss a beat.
I had been a fool to miss out on her all this time, but I vowed to myself then and there that I’d never miss out again. She was not only a woman but one with experience and with my cock in her mouth, suddenly the age difference didn’t seem like a big deal.