My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

Slipping my hand beneath the fabric of my nightie, my breath quickened involuntarily. The lingering sensitivity from last night made this an ill-advised indulgence, but resistance felt futile. Jacob had an undeniable knack for coaxing me into these daring acts. He was a risk-taker, and a risk himself by nature, an attribute that only heightened my desires for him.

"Are you touching yourself, Evelyn?" His voice, textured with huskiness, reached me amid faint shuffling sounds from the other end.

Fuck! It'd be hard to stay calm.

"Yeah..." I murmured, inhaling deeply as my fingertips grazed over my clit, a surge of sensation making my thighs instinctively twitch, though moisture still gathered despite my instinct to resist. Damn. I doubted that I could reach my high without his touch at this point.

"Exactly where are your hands, Evelyn?" His amusement was palpable in his tone, a hint of smugness evident even from a distance as I could partially feel the smirk that must have adorned his face by now. "You know where," I admitted, succumbing to the urge to shut my eyes, exhaling a breath. How I longed for his tongue instead of my own fingers!

But...For now, all I could do was conjure the memory of his head between my thighs and tongue on my pussy, just as I used to once upon a time.

"Yeah I think I've learned your sweet spots too well," He emitted a low husky chuckle, a sound that heightened my arousal even further, making me wetter; Of course, he knew it afterall it was true that he'd left no extent when it came to exploring me down here, "Tell me, Evie, what's running through your mind right now? Every detail. I want every single detail."

I bit my lower lip, a breath hitching as two of my fingers slid inside, while the other hand clenched the phone as if my life depended on it.

"Tongue," I managed to utter, a single word carrying volumes that I knew he'd decipher effortlessly.

There was a brief pause, the silence thickening the tension between us. Slowly, I began the rhythm, my fingers moving in and out gradually, simultaneously teasing my clit with just the right pressure-a technique Jacob always teased me about before granting me what I craved.

"You used to picture it just like this back then, didn't you?" His question shattered the present, flooding my mind with a rush of memories.

Damn it. He was spot on-I used to envision his face between my thighs exactly like this. While he'd effortlessly chat with his friends, I'd secretly watch him from a distance, dissecting every detail: his sinewy muscles, the prominent vein along his arms, the chiseled jawline, those full lips, and those elongated fingers-I'd mentally traced every inch of him, imagining his touch exploring every curve of my body. I'd touched him before I'd actually touched him... It was years later that our paths crossed again at my dad and Clara's wedding.

And god, when he finally relented and touched me, it felt like he'd reignited a flame that had been smoldering relentlessly for years.

Those days were something else...when I was acutely aware he wasn't mine, yet I reveled in the fantasy of it. I relished the thought of something uncertain, the impossible hope of him becoming mine, and only mine.

And now he was mine..

"Lost in thoughts, baby?" Jacob's chuckle jolted me back to reality, making me realize how deeply I'd delved into my thoughts. But truth be told, I couldn't blame myself they felt too fucking good.

"If I admitted that I'm imagining your face between my thighs, just like I did back then, would you drop everything and come fulfill those deepest darkest desires of mine you left unfulfilled then?" I dared to ask, a soft moan escaping my lips as I curled my fingers inside my pussy, imagining them as his.

"My hands were tied back then, Evelyn," he murmured. "But now, you're mine. I can have you in whatever way I please."

"But..." A low moan cut through my words as I teased my clit, my hips instinctively mirroring the rhythm. In my mind, it was him not on the phone, but here, ravishing me with a primal hunger he'd always shown, "Don't you have work to attend to?"

"What if I told you my work's finished, Evie?"

"What?" I was momentarily taken aback, a rush of goosebumps prickling across my skin as my movements came to an abrupt halt.

"Don't stop," his command sliced through the air, as though he could peer right into my world.

"Can you see me?" I inquired, my breaths coming in heavy bursts. The notion of him observing me like this ignited an even fiercer craving within me. "What if I said yes, baby?"

"How?" I whispered breathlessly, a shiver tracing down my spine. Could he truly see me?

"For now, that's not important," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "What matters is I want those panties off, and your thighs parted. Do it for me, baby." Alright. He could see me. Doubt lingered, but in my current state, I couldn't conjure the energy to locate the camera angle granting him that advantage.

"B-but..."

"Do as I say, Evelyn." His voice crackled like electricity, sending a jolt through my veins, and I found myself complying without resistance.

I slowly peeled down my pants,

nudging the rest away with my feet, then slipped off my panties, obediently parting my thighs, settling against the cushion behind my back. As the cool air kissed my throbbing, moist heat, goosebumps erupted across my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Now, slide your fingers inside your pussy, Tesoro."

With a soft hum, I slowly eased my fingers back into my warm, welcoming core, feeling my walls tighten around them as they had around Jacob's cock. God, I wanted him so bad...

"Add another finger," his voice deepened.

Another finger? Impossible. It wouldn't fit.

"It won't fit, Jacob," I whimpered, my chest heaving as I attempted to steady my nerves, failing nonetheless.

"It will, baby," he chuckled, "Trust me, I know that place better than you."

Undoubtedly, he did. After all, he was the one intimately familiar with it, perhaps even more than I was.

Taking in a deep breath and choosing not to dispute, I cautiously added a third finger, and this time, I heard him curse under his breath from the other end.

A rush of wetness surged forth, and

the sudden fullness prompted me to throw my head back, a moan escaping my lips, "Oh, God..." My hips quivered as I maneuvered my fingers, using my thumb to caress my elit, the sensation absolutely exhilarating.

If only he were here...

Suddenly, a honking sound blared from the other side of the phone, causing my eyes to widen as I sat up abruptly.

"Are you... are you out of your office?"

"Two minutes away from you," I could practically envision his smile.

"W-what?"

"Surprised?" His husky chuckle echoed through the line. "Did you think I'd just sit in the office and not rush over to fucking ravish you when I'm all you're fantasizing about?" Wait... Was he really here?

How hadn't I noticed the sound of his car approaching all this time?

"Because you were too fucking preoccupied imagining him devouring you," the bitch in my head sneered.

Fuck that bitch!

"Are you really..." My words trailed

off as the elevator chimed, followed by the apartment door swinging open. There stood Jacob, striding in with a few buttons of his shirt undone, his coat draped over his shoulder, swaying from two of his fingers. His gaze locked onto mine, while the evident and enticing bulge in his pants seized my attention.

Shit. He was here.

"Well..." He slowly lowered the phone, ending the call, his emerald eyes darkening as they met mine. "Should I fulfil your darkest fantasies now, Tesoro?"