My Best Friend's Father

He'd been holding back for years, watching, waiting, biding his time. She bent over to pull something out of a file drawer; her ass high as her body bent low.

Trent licked his lips.

So many times he'd told himself to let her go. She was his son's best friend. She'd been there for Mark through thick and thin. He'd lost a few friends when he'd come out of the closet, but not Jane. She'd simply said 'oh, okay,' like he'd told her he decided to change the way he styled his hair.

Mark met Jane freshman year of college. She'd barely been legal when Trent had first seen her, but his attraction had been an instant explosion. Something inside him had tightened and locked in place. His cock had gone instantly hard, which was pretty inconvenient when you're welcoming your son home for Thanksgiving.

He stood in the doorway to her office, taking her in while she was unaware of his presence. Her hips were wide and her ass was so round. She joked that she was 'plain Jane.' She was anything but. No, she wasn't the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, svelte, cheerleader type she assumed every man wanted.

Even at eighteen, she'd been all woman. Thick thighs and hips, narrow waist, big, full tits. Her brown eyes were like melted chocolate. Her hair was almost the same color and his hands itched to feel its texture, to hold it while her mouth stretched around his -

"Mr. Walsh," she said when she noticed him.

He took a deep, cleansing breath and used the folder in his hands to cover the tent in his pants. He gave her a smile and stepped into her office.

"You getting ready to pack it up for good?"

She shrugged. "It feels weird that I'll be going back to school without Mark."

"He's only going to Berkeley. Stanford is only about an hour away if traffic's good."

Though he wasn't sure about her being so close, while Mark moved a little further away. Mark had been the buffer between them for the last four years.

He looked at his watch. At five o'clock, he was no longer her boss, and she was no longer his intern. His dick liked that thought a lot, but his brain reminded his wayward body that she was still his son's best friend.

"Stop by my office before you head out. I have your end of summer bonus."

He wished he could give her what he really wanted. Shaking his head at the dirty thought, Trent pressed his palm against his erection. She had him so jacked up. If her mouth got close enough to blow a little air on his dick, he'd probably explode.

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When Trent stepped out of her office, Jane sagged and took in a much needed breath. One would think that after almost four years, she'd be used to the effect he had on her.

She shook her head. It was always as powerful as the first time. She'd been too cheap to buy a ticket back to Colorado for just a long weekend, so Mark had invited her home for Thanksgiving.

His dad only lived a few miles from campus. But Mark had insisted she spend the whole weekend with him since his mom and her new husband were out of town.

At that point, Mark had already come out to her, but he hadn't yet to his father. She'd been worried her presence would give his family false hope. Then she laid eyes on Trent.

Her first thought had been, Holy Mary, Mother of Hotties. Mark was a good-looking guy, but Trent?

She shook her head.

He was the ultimate fantasy she'd never even known she had. He was tall and muscular, and the silver hair at his temples made him look even sexier. The first time he'd snagged her in his gaze, she'd felt her heartbeat pulsing between her legs.

At one time, he'd had hair so dark it was almost black - she'd seen pictures - and eyes so light blue, they made her breath catch. Now, he had that salt and pepper thing going. Jane found she liked that even more.

And his voice. Holy shit, that voice. It didn't matter what he said, he could say 'pass the carrots,' and her mind would be in the gutter. Like when he'd said he had her end of summer bonus, she'd pictured him bending her over his desk, pulling her panties aside and fucking her until she screamed.

Jane pressed her thighs together. Great. Now her panties were wet. She had an extra pair in her purse. When she intervened for Trent in the summer, she went through at least two pairs of panties a day.

It was Friday and the last weekend of summer, so the office of Trent's small venture capitalist firm was empty. But she closed her door. The last thing she needed was someone coming back to the office and seeing her underwear. She pulled out a clean pair of panties and set them on her desk.

Jane hiked up her skirt and pushed her undies down her hips. Just when they fell to the carpeted floor with a soft thump, there was a knock on her door.

Jane froze.

She tried to get the words out of her throat, but it was like the desert. Had she locked her door?

"Just - " was all she got out when the door opened. She gasped when Trent's body filled the doorway.

Humiliation burned her cheeks as he stood there, brows pinched, mouth turned down, hands fisted. He looked pissed.

Fuck.

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She's mine.

Those words repeated in his mind with the beat of his thudding pulse. She was still frozen. Her skirt was bunched just below her waist. Her lacy panties were in a puddle on the floor and her pussy was beautifully bare.

He didn't care why or how this happened. He'd barely been able to hold back when he didn't know what she looked like. There was no chance in hell now.

Trent closed the door behind him and secured the lock. The snick of metal on metal finally had her moving. Her hands slid down to cover her pussy from his view.

"I'm going to give you this one chance to say no," he said. "If you want me to fuck you right here, right now, stop covering yourself and take off the rest of your clothes. If you don't, you say 'no.' I'll turn around, leave this office, and we'll pretend this never happened."

He watched her chest rise and fall. He counted the breaths, one, two, three. She was practically panting. Her gaze darted all over his face, then down his body. When she saw the tent in his pants, she gasped.

He held himself still as he waited to see what she'd do.

She kept her eyes on his crotch as she lifted her hands from hers and undid the top button on her shirt. The breath he'd been holding whooshed out of his lungs as his shoulders sagged in relief.

"I don't want one stitch of clothing on you. Then I want you to climb up on that desk of yours and spread your legs."

"I always pictured you bending me over it," she said.

When he looked up, her eyes flared in horror. He guessed she hadn't meant to admit she'd been fantasizing about him, but the thought made him smile.

"Maybe next time," he said. "The first time, I want to see myself moving in and out of you. I want to watch your tits jiggle with every thrust. And mostly, I want to watch what happens to your chocolate eyes when you come."

She swallowed.

"On the desk, Jane."

She nodded and climbed onto the desk. Her bare ass was a thing of beauty. He promised himself he would take her from behind. Maybe next time. This time, he unbuttoned his pants and walked toward the smorgasbord before him.

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Sex in the past had been something rushed that happened under the covers on a twin bed in her dorm room. Not that she'd had much sex. Trent was to blame for that. She'd been sure after each encounter that Trent would have done things different, better.

She laid back on the desk as Trent approached. She'd turned her body to lay across the width of the desk, wanting to be comfortable and not wanting to flash everything she had at Trent.

His smile was wide and wicked as he looked her over. He gripped her hips and slid her down the desk toward him. Her feet looked for purchase and settled at the very edge of the desk, her thighs wide to accommodate his hips.

Leaning forward, he ran a thumb around each of her nipples. "Like chocolate," he whispered as he licked his lips. If that turned him on, she could thank her Latin heritage for the color that marked the tips of her breasts.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked as he removed one thumb from her breast and moved it to circle her wet clit.

"Yes," she groaned.

"Yes, you're on birth control or yes you like me touching your pussy?"

"Both. Yes to both."

He leaned down then and pressed his lips to hers. She opened for him and his tongue entered her mouth with confident strokes. Sex with him would be the same. Her inner muscles tightened with need.

When he pulled back, they were both panting and her hips shifted restlessly against the wood of the desk.

"I won't lie to you," he whispered in her ear. "I have a rubber in my wallet, but I want to fuck you bare. I don't want anything between us. You say rubber, I'll pull it out and suit up. You say bare, I'm thrusting in right now and riding you hard."

Did that mean he wouldn't ride her hard if she chose the condom? Jane tried to pull herself together. She'd never had sex without a condom. But if there was someone she trusted - and someone she wanted bare inside her - it was him.

"Bare," she said.

"Thank fuck," he growled as he thrust in a few inches.

Jane arched her back. He was big. She regretted she hadn't seen his cock before he pressed inside her. She vowed that if he'd let her, she'd give him a blow job next time. Or at least after he bent her over the desk and fucked her from behind. All her thoughts and fantasies scattered as he pressed in further.

"So fucking tight, baby," he groaned. "I wanted to thrust in to the hilt, but I didn't want to hurt you. You're so sweet, Jane. I can't believe how good you feel."

The words were dirty and yet as sweet as he said accused her of being. The sentiment had her tightening her inner muscles.

"Oh yeah," he said as he ground himself against her. "Squeeze me."

He cupped a hand behind her head and leaned down to kiss her. He pulled back and thrust all the way in. It pushed a sound from her lungs that he swallowed down with his kiss.

Again, again, again, he pumped into her. The friction had her body ratcheting up. It was like the beginning of a rollercoaster ride when your body tenses and anticipation lights your blood as you hear the click, click, click.

Only with Trent it was the slap, slap, slap of his flesh meeting hers. Her hands grasped his shoulders as his rhythm increased.

"I won't last long this first time," he grunted. "Wanted you too long and you feel better than I ever dreamed."

His words pushed toward the edge. Then he reached between them and flicked her clit with each down thrust.

Jane gasped.

No one had ever played with her clit while they'd been inside her. The dual sensations were too much. Trent leaned down and pulled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard as he thrust into her. The sensation zinged all the way to her clit just as he plucked it.

She screamed.

Trent moaned against her breast. The arch of her back was an instinctive reaction that thrust her nipple further into his mouth.

Pleasure so strong it almost stung exploded from her core, all the way to her fingers and toes. Trent pulled away and threw his head back as he ground himself against her. The veins in his neck stood out at he growled out his release.

She felt his cock flexing and jerking inside her. Knowing there was no condom had her tightening around him with one last aftershock before she collapsed back onto the desk.

She was panting, sweaty, exhausted. But her first thought was, when can we do this again?

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