Jack
“Dakota, I need you to tell me what’s going on. I know you didn’t come here just to ask me if I’m dating anyone.”
She swallows heavily, going completely still. “Honestly, I don’t know why I came here, Mr. Straithmore. I was just driving around, and when I finally paid attention to where I was, I realized I’d pulled into your driveway.”
I nod.
“That makes sense because you come here a lot to see Eddie, and I’m sure it was just muscle memory. But why didn’t you leave?”
She doesn’t say anything, merely staring at the table again, so I gentle my tone.
“Did you and Eddie have a fight, sweetheart? It happens to all couples.”
My voice chokes a bit on the word “couple” but it is what it is. This woman belongs to my son, and I can’t cockblock my own flesh and blood, even if Eddie’s somewhat of a prick. I just hope Dakota doesn’t say yes and start asking for relationship advice because this is genuinely out of my expertise. Eddie isn’t the kind of kid who ever wanted to talk about his girlfriends, and since my last real relationship ended ten years ago, I’m not exactly the person people should seek out for that kind of help.
After a minute, the pretty brunette finally says, “No. Well, yes. Sort of. It wasn’t really a fight.”
I chuckle low in my chest.
“Dakota, look at me.” Slowly, her eyes lift until they meet mine, and my heart melts as I look into that warm chocolate gaze. “I’m not really great at managing young women, but if you tell me what it is, I can try and help. I just can’t keep guessing.”
She takes a deep breath before nodding.
“Yes,” she says in a small voice. “You’re right.”
But instead of opening up, instead the curvy girl pushes away from the island and hops off her stool. I expect her to leave since I’ve essentially shut her down, but instead she slowly walks into the living room as I follow in bewilderment.
I run my hands through my hair about ready to pull it out. I’m experienced with teenage boys, but teenage girls seem to be made of different stuff altogether. Yet, I can’t help but watch that round ass as it sashays into the seating area. In my head, I know that she’s off limits, but the longer she’s here, the harder it is to keep reminding myself that this is my son’s girlfriend.
Dakota finally turns to face me, then she takes a deep breath and steps a little closer. “Mr. Straithmore, do you think I’m attractive?”
My eyes pop out of my head and I nearly swallow my tongue. What? I clear my throat. “Sweetheart, why would you ask me that?”
Tears spring to her eyes, and I immediately regret my words. Why the hell did I say that? If a woman asks if she’s attractive, then she’s looking for affirmation, whether she’s eight or eighty years old. Anything other than a succinct yes, and she’s going to assume the worst.
“I’m sorry, Dakota, I just meant … well, hell.” I run my hand through my hair and blow out a breath. “You surprised me, that’s all. But of course I find you attractive. Very much so.”
Oh shit, I’ve said too much, but Dakota merely nods, biting her lip, and fuck, but I want to kiss it. Her bosom moves up and down as she takes a deep breath and steps a little closer to me once again, this time into my personal space. What’s going on? Why is she advancing?
My rational mind tells me I should walk away and put some serious distance between us, but my feet are suddenly rooted to the floor. My eyes are drawn to her hands as she moves them down to the bottom of her sweater, and then in a swift movement, she pulls it over her head. At the first glimpse of her white cotton bra cupping her full breasts, I nearly lose my composure. Oh god, is this really happening?
But then, Dakota tosses her sweater on the floor, and slides her hands back down until she reaches the button of her jeans. My eyes are glued to her every move as my chest rises and falls rapidly. I’m practically hyperventilating right now, and it’s shameful but I don’t care. I know I should tell her to stop. She’s my son’s girlfriend, and this is wrong, but for the life of me, I can’t find the strength.
Wriggling a bit, she flicks the button on her jeans open, and then slowly pushes them down her legs and steps out of the denim. I can’t stop the groan that comes from my throat when she stands back up because this woman is the picture of perfection. Her skin is a delectable sweet cream, and brown curls fall over her shoulders, just grazing the swell of her breasts like they’re intentionally trying to draw my eyes there. I literally pant, gazing at the soft flesh of her décolletage, wondering what’s underneath that lace.
But then her fingers find the clasp of her bra, and finally my senses come back to me.
“Stop,” I growl. Her soft brown eyes meet mine, wide and startled, and I slowly shake my head. “Dakota, please. What’s this about? Why are you doing this?”
She drops to her knees, wrapping her arms around herself, and her shoulders begin to shake. Then the sweet girl begins sobbing. Quickly, I grab a blanket from the back of the couch, and wrap it around her shoulders.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I say. “Let’s go sit down and you can tell me what’s really going on.”
She stumbles up, and I keep the blanket held in place around her shoulders as I walk her over to the couch. Once she sits, I take a seat on the loveseat across from her. I don’t rush because she’s still crying and obviously distraught, so I want to give her the space to calm down. Of course, I also need some time to calm myself down, given the stiffness in my pants.
“Would you like a glass of water?” I offer in a kind tone, shifting my thighs to get more comfortable.
She shakes her head no and uses the corner of the blanket to wipe tears from her face. When she looks up, I hate the sadness I see reflected in her eyes, and I want to know who put it there so I can rip them a new one.
“I caught them in bed together.”
Her voice is so quiet I almost don’t hear, so I lean over a little closer. “Who did you catch, Dakota? Who is them?”
Her eyes meet mine and start to fill with tears again. “Eddie, and my – my mom!” She rubs the back of her hand over her eyes to wipe them again. “I walked in on them having sex in my mom’s bed. Can you believe it? Your son and my mother?”
I can barely process this information at first. Really? I know my son has the libido of a teenage boy, but what the hell is wrong with him? I’ve seen Denise Stanton around town a few times, and she’s even come onto me once or twice. She’s attractive enough, but in a hard-baked, middle-aged way. Why the hell would my son want Denise, when he already has her daughter?
Then again, I’m not delusional about the kind of person my son is. It isn’t lost on me that Eddie won’t be winning any humanitarian awards for his empathy towards others. Nor would I put cheating on a girlfriend past him either because Eddie’s got one seriously inflated ego, and a need to have it stroked by anything with legs. But this? Cheating with his girlfriend’s mom and being dumb enough to do it in their house? Well, I guess he’s a bigger idiot than I realized.
I stand up and take the seat next to Dakota.
“Honey, I’m truly sorry about my son. He’s an idiot to cheat on someone as wonderful as you. He doesn’t know what he has, and he’s a fucking douche for doing it with your mom too. But I wouldn’t take it to heart. Teenage boys are ruled by their hormones, and my son is no exception.”
I put my hand on her knee in comfort, and Dakota’s eyes drop to where we touch. I start to pull my hand back, but then she puts her small palm over mine and holds it there.
“After I caught them, I felt terrible,” she says in a low voice. “I started driving around and didn’t even realize I was heading over here until I pulled in your driveway. Then it really hit me.”
She pauses, and I pull my hand from beneath hers and tilt her chin up so she’s looking at me. “I know, sweetheart. The enormity of the situation must have hit you like a ton of bricks. I don’t blame you for wanting to kill that idiot. I’d kill him myself if I could.”
But she shakes her head slowly.
“No, that didn’t hit me. Something else.”
I look into her eyes.
“What is it then?”
She takes a deep breath and looks fully into my gaze.
“That I should sleep with you, Mr. Straithmore. It hit me that that’s what will make me feel better about all of this.”
I almost swallow my tongue, and I swear my cock jerks at the idea, but there’s no way I can let this happen. I pull my hand back and give her a stern look.
“Dakota, you’re upset. You’re saying things you don’t mean. Just give yourself twenty four hours, and you’ll feel better. What Eddie did is fucking awful, but I promise, this too shall pass.”
Of course, I feel like such an old man for saying these things, but she merely shakes her head.
“No,” Dakota says. “I’ve been thinking about it, and it’s the perfect revenge. Eddie slept with my mom, so I should sleep with you, his father. Besides, I want to. I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, Mr. Straithmore. Ever since Eddie and I started dating, actually.”
Now, I sit back in the couch and will my body to behave. My cock is so hard right now I’m surprised it’s not popping out of my jeans. But I can’t. Not only is she my son’s girlfriend, but she’s got to be twenty years younger than me, and right now she’s just acting out because she’s been hurt.
“Dakota, we can’t do that. You know that. Besides, it won’t make anything better because revenge doesn’t usually work that way. If anything, sleeping with me will just make you feel worse.”
The tears I’ve been watching build up in her beautiful, brown eyes finally win, and they start rolling down her cheeks. For a moment, I think I’ve gotten through to her. She stands up, but before I realize her plan, she scrambles across space between us and nearly jumps in my lap, with her knees planted on either side of my thighs.
“Dakota,” I say, but she cuts me off with a kiss.
I’m totally still at first, but then I give in, sweeping my mouth across hers. She’s sweet and pliable, and her lips open beneath mine, giving me entrance. I groan into her mouth while her tongue traces along my bottom lip. Before I realize what I’m doing, I have her face cupped between my palms, and I’m kissing her thoroughly, exploring her mouth like a man taking what he wants, and god, but she tastes amazing.
I pump my hips up, and she gasps a bit when my erection presses against the softness of her pussy through our clothes. I reach one hand down between our bodies, and oh god, but her panties are already wet. Like a madman, I push the blanket off her shoulders and nip at her skin, then I run the tip of my tongue up the side of her neck until I reach her jaw, and place a kiss there too.
“Sweetheart, we can’t,” I rasp. “I want to, but we can’t. You won’t enjoy it.”
But clearly, Dakota disagrees because she grips my shoulders and rocks against me, rubbing her wetness against the stiff shaft bulging in my pants. Sparks flare before my eyes, and my entire body goes rigid, ready to be inside her now.
“Mr. Straithmore,” she whispers breathily, her breasts bouncing while still rubbing up and down. “I do want it. I will enjoy it. Please, Jack. Make me feel good.”
Hearing my name on her lips does it, and I grip her waist before standing. Dakota wraps her legs around my hips, as I slip my hands beneath her luscious bottom. She brings her lips to my ear, and I can feel the small kiss she places there. “Where are we going?” she whispers.
Her voice is quiet, but there’s a neediness in her tone that wasn’t there before. A hunger. And I know right then that this is more than revenge. This woman craves me, and I’m going to satisfy those desires a thousandfold.
I nip at her neck, just below her ear, and smile like a predator then. “I’m taking you to bed, sweetheart. Hold on.”
In a second, we’re upstairs, Dakota’s sweet warmth still pressed against my chest. I can feel those huge breasts smashed against me, and her nipples are taut, pressing into my pecs. Thank god my bedroom door is open or I would have kicked it in. When I gently lower her to the edge of my bed, I step back for a moment to take her in. She’s gorgeous, lush, and the pinkness on her cheeks makes her appear even more innocent and young.
“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp. “A thousand times better than I imagined.”
She giggles a bit.
“You’ve been thinking of me, Mr. Straithmore?”
I groan almost painfully then.
“More than you know, sweetheart.”
A pink blush lights up her cheeks, and I grab my cock to keep from coming right then. No one has ever had this effect on me, and I have to see where this goes. Quickly, I yank off my shirt and unbutton my pants before pulling them free from my legs, dragging my boxers along with the mess.
“I need to be inside you. Now.” My voice is harsh and needy, and I hope I didn’t just scare her because Dakota’s eyes drop to my cock, and she bites her lip.
“You’re going to be fine, sweetheart. You’re young and you’ll stretch,” I reassure her in a raspy voice.
Meanwhile, I have to taste that plushness. I lean over her and take her mouth, kissing her hard while fucking her mouth with my tongue. I continue kissing her, while I reach down to unclasp her bra, and push it over her shoulders. Then I kiss down her throat, to her chest.
I cup her breasts in my hands, and I love how full and supple they feel beneath my callused hands. I watch her face as I tweak a pink nipple, and she sucks in a breath.
“You like that, don’t you?”
She nods.
“Say it,” I demand.
“Yes.” Her voice is breathy, and it makes my cock twitch.
Keeping my eyes locked on her face, I drop my mouth to her breast and circle her nipple with my tongue, before sucking the hard tip into my mouth.
“Ahh,” she gasps as her head drops back. “Mmm.”
“Don’t close your eyes,” I rasp, and blinking slowly, she picks her head back up and looks at me. “I want you to watch me taste you.”
I suck her nipple into my mouth again, laving it with my tongue, and then release it with a pop. I trail my mouth across her chest to her other breast, keeping my eyes locked on hers, and do the same thing to that nipple, enjoying the turgid flesh. I massage her breasts with my hands until she starts squirming beneath me.
“More,” she pants, and I smile up at her.
Moving my hands down her belly, I stop when I reach the top of her panties.
“Oh you’ll get more, pretty girl. Don’t worry, it’s coming.” I move my hands to her thighs and spread them apart, and then I run my fingers over the lace covering her core. They come away moist, and I grin ravenously.
“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.”
Her head drops back on her shoulders again, and she whimpers, but I shake my head.
“Eyes open,” is my growl, and she lifts her head and looks at me, her pupils dilated with arousal. “I want you to see what’s happening to you, Dakota, because you’ll enjoy it more.”
With my thumbs under the waistband of her panties, I pull the tiny piece of cotton down her legs, and toss them away before dropping to my knees and holding her thighs apart. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I swipe my tongue through her sex, making sure to circle her clit.
“Jack,” she cries, arching against me, but I hold her in place, and swipe my tongue over her wet sex again.
“God, Dakota. You taste so good.”
Holding her down, I fuck her with my tongue, pushing it in and out of her sopping hole until I feel her body shivering.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she cries before letting out a loud scream. Her back arches, and a hot gush of fluid covers my tongue. I lap her climax up as she continues to shudder, enjoying the taste of her female essence.
Once she stops shaking, I move her up the bed and climb over her, wrapping her thighs around my hips. Our mouths meet, and she jolts a bit.
“Do you like how you taste?” I ask hoarsely. “That sweet pussy fluid?” She licks her lips before reaching eagerly for me again, fusing her mouth with mine.
But now, it’s time for the real thing to begin. As we kiss, I angle myself so that my tip is pressed against her wetness, and slowly ease my way inside. She’s hot, dripping, and unbelievably tight. My balls immediately raise and I move my mouth along her jaw and bury my face in her neck while I thrust inside of her, again and again.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I whisper.
Dakota turns her head and kisses me, sweeping her tongue into my mouth, and arching her back off the bed, making my thrusts go even deeper. Pleasure rocks throughout my body, and I pump my hips harder and faster.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I tell her.
“Ummm, Jack,” she moans against my mouth.
I thrust into her, hard and deep. “Come. Now,” I command, more forcefully this time.
Her back arches off the bed, and I feel her sex tighten around me, almost forcing my cock out as spasm after spasm rocks her body.
“Unnh!” she cries out. “Oh god!”
Thrusting a couple more times, suddenly climax overtakes me as well. I jerk, pulse and then roar, hot fluid pumping into the sweet girl as stars explode before my eyes. Every cell in my body is alive as I clasp the beautiful woman close, groaning as she milks me for every drop.
But as we return to Earth, panting and sated, reality rears its head. What have I just done? Did I really just make love to my son’s girlfriend? I should be embarrassed and ashamed, but as Dakota smiles at me shyly, suddenly my doubts evaporate. This is what I want, and I’m not going to stop now that she’s here.