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Authors: Brooklyn Reese

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Christmas with Jack

Christmas with Jack

Brooklyn
Reese

Copyright 2011 Brooklyn Reese

Published by Pink Parts Press

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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

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“Kara, is that you?”

I looked up to see a tall, muscular man in his early forties, his emerald green eyes staring down at me quizzically. He was far more gorgeous than I had remembered. He almost looked Hollywood-familiar with his sun-kissed skin and bits of silver peeking through his dark hair, each strand shining against the fluorescent lights inside the airport. I set my magazine in the chair beside me and stood to greet him, extending my hand.

“Hi Jack. Long time no see. How was your flight?”

Jack took my hand and I was awakened by the sizzle from his touch that still burned even after he’d pulled away.

“It was good.” He looked around, then back at me with a quizzical expression. “Where’s your dad?”

“He got stuck in a late meeting and said he'd catch up with you as soon as he could. I told him I'd pick you up and take you to the hotel since he couldn't make it. I hope that's okay.”

He smiled, giving me a glimpse of the tiny dimple in his right cheek.

“Of course it’s okay,” he chuckled. “It’s been what, three years? You’re all grown up now. I’d like to hear what you’ve been up to before your dad monopolizes all of my time showing me everything that has changed around this place since I left.”

“Oh, I doubt it will be that bad. It’s Christmas, after all. Dad is a bit more mellow these days, especially this time of year. But then again, it
has
been a long time since he’s seen you, so I wish you luck. You’re going to need it.” I teased.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He laughed, winking at me as we headed for baggage claim.

Once we’d finally made it across the walkway and were waiting to retrieve his luggage, he looked at me long and hard before speaking.

“You’ve really changed over the years, Kara. I hardly recognized you back there. In fact,” he paused, shaking his head, acting as though he might not want to say what he was thinking. “In fact, when I first saw you, I thought I had found my date for dinner tonight.”

My heart lurched when he said those last words. There was something so goddamn sexy about Jack; his voice alone had the power to intoxicate me and send shivers up my spine. Jack had changed a lot since I had last seen him as well. He was more settled; more relaxed, and my god had he been working out? I let my eyes rove appreciatively over his body, drinking in every ripple on his exposed skin, stopping briefly to admire the way he filled out his jeans. I still got tingles in all the same places just from being next to him, exactly as I had years ago. He could certainly get me wet without knowing, and without trying. I wasn’t ready to leave him or these feelings yet.

“Who says you can’t take me to dinner anyway?”

“Are you sure you would want to be seen out with this old man?”

 
“Of course I would!” I giggled “I may only be nineteen, but I’m not stupid.”

“Great,” he smiled. “Then I guess that luck you wished me is already working its magic. Shall we?”

He grabbed his bags off the carousel and we headed out to the parking garage towards my car.

“I have the perfect place in mind; it has great food and is quiet so we can catch up. Mind if I drive?”

“Sure” I tossed him my keys and settled into the passenger seat.

Jack took us to a little hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town that he’d known about for years. The dim lighting and
Old World
décor made me feel like I was miles away from home on holiday, and I allowed myself to relax and focus all of my attention on Jack.

From the time I’d discovered boys at fifteen, I would always fantasize about guys who were my dad’s age. Yes, those older men were what did it for me - they were powerful and that was what turned me on the most. I liked a man who was confident and in control; it was something I didn’t get much of with those silly high school boys. But if we’re being really honest here, Jack is the one who really got my motor running back then. It was Jack who always made me wet between the thighs, but I’d just assumed until now that it was just those teenage hormones at play back then - a schoolgirl crush, if you will. Jack dominated my thoughts, and I would pretend it was really him fucking me instead of whatever guy from school I was fucking at the time. I was able to cum a lot harder with Jack in my head, both with the mindless sex and during my solo sessions. Hell, just about every chance I was alone as a teenager I was masturbating to Jack, imagining him fucking me every which way my body would bend.

Now here he sat in front of me, both of us three years older than the last time we had seen each other, and I knew it wasn’t only a crush anymore. Jack’s smoldering good looks sent a familiar warmth straight through my core. I was of age now, but he still lit that same fire deep inside of me that made it feel as if no time had passed at all. I wanted him more than ever, and I needed to feel his hot cock burning inside of me. No more getting myself off to the fantasy of Jack. This time there was nothing standing in my way. Knowing Jack the way I had all my life, I guessed that he would be putty in my hands, as long as he didn’t let the fact that I was his best friend’s daughter stop him. I decided it was time to turn up the heat and let Jack know just how hot he made me. My thighs quivered in anticipation.

“Kara? You in there?”

I blinked back to reality, flushed, and wondered if he was able to see my erect nipples poking through my thin sweater in the muted light. Damn, he’d only been in town for a few hours and already he was under my skin.

“Hey. Yeah, sorry.” I smiled.

But Jack didn’t seem to mind. He was staring at me intently, his head cocked to one side and a sort-of smirk playing on his lips.

Oh God, had he noticed my titty hard-on? Hmm. Judging by the way he’d been looking at me, I had to bet that he did. Maybe this was my chance to warm Jack up sooner rather than later.

“Do you like what you see, Jack?” I asked coyly.

It was his turn to flush, falling speechless for several seconds as he struggled for his response.

“Kara, you have certainly grown into a very beautiful girl, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed, but…”

“But what, Jack?”

“But you’re Stephen’s daughter, and…”

Dammit. How did I know this would be his issue?

“I’m an adult now. Dad doesn’t have much say anymore, does he?”

“Kara, he’s still my best friend, and, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m old enough to be your father. Hell, I practically
was
your father most of the time back then.”

“So?”

Jack sighed and looked defeated.

The intoxicating atmosphere had given me the balls to push my limits, to see how far I could go with Jack, observe his reaction to my flirting. He needed some work, but based on the flicker I caught behind his eyes, I gave myself a silent high-five for making him squirm. If I had to wager a guess, I would say there was a bulge forming in his jeans underneath the table right about now as well.

“What do you say we get out of here? Are you up for a little nightlife? The company I work for is hosting their annual Christmas shindig downtown tonight. I have to make an appearance.”

“Kara, it’s been a long day…”

Goddamn, this man was stubborn.

“Jack, please? You’re only in town until New Year’s, and I’m sure with Christmas being next week, Dad will, like you said, monopolize your time. This will probably be our only real chance to catch up.”

I was playing with fire and we both knew it. The ball was in Jack’s court now. If he agreed to go, then he knew what he was up against. I sucked in my breath and waited for what seemed like forever for his response.

“All right.”

“You’ll go?!” I tried not to sound too excited.

“Yes. Just promise me you’re not going to get us into trouble here.” He smiled as he said it, but there was a wariness in his voice.

Don’t worry, Jack. I’ll take
very
good care of you.

*
         
*
         
*
  

“I’m going to go find the bartender in this chaos. Do you want a seltzer or something?” Jack was practically yelling over the music, even though I was mere inches away.

“No thanks. I’m going to show my face to a few people and I’ll meet you back here in a bit.”

I caught sight of Jack several times over the next half an hour while I made the rounds with my superiors. He looked more at ease now, casually holding a drink in his left hand, animating his conversations with his right. He was laughing at something one of my coworkers was saying, and that alone made my nipples pucker and my pussy tingle. I had it bad.

I was finally able to break away and I made a beeline for Jack.

Kicking it up another notch, I came up behind him, wrapped my hands around his waist and whispered against his ear, “You have the most delicious body I think I’ve ever seen.”

Surprised, Jack turned around and studied me for a few seconds. The hot fire burning behind my eyes told him that I was not giving up, but he refused to make a move. I could see the lust written on his face, and it was obvious he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Without wasting anymore time, I put my hands around Jack’s neck and pulled him into my mouth. I half expected him to meet me with resistance since I was more than half his age. Instead, I felt him relax against me, allowing his hands to take the lead and grab my hips, tugging me toward his middle and showing me just how turned on he was by my advance. The taste of his drink mixed with his cigar was like heaven on my tongue. His warmth transferred into me and traveled the length of my body, sending pulsing sensations between my thighs.

“Let’s get out of here” I breathed into his neck.

Jack searched my face, giving me a chance to back out. I held his gaze and without saying another word, he nodded, grabbed my hand and led me out the door.

*
         
*
      
   
*
  

By the time we arrived at his hotel I was so wet for Jack, I could’ve come like a freight train before my clothes ever hit the floor. I couldn’t contain myself any longer; I was a moth to Jack’s flame. We barely made it off the elevator before my mouth was covering his again. His hands found my ass and he latched on, pulling me into his crotch as his tongue wrestled hungrily with mine. He was rock hard against my belly, and I pushed my hand between us, down the front of his pants, past his waistband; feeling his straining cock against my skin. He moaned into my mouth and his pulsing manhood seeped juices onto my fingers. I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it to his room at this rate. I finally managed to pull away from him and pluck the room key from his hand.

No sooner did I push the door shut, Jack was pressing me against the wall, running his hand up my skirt, pushing his fingers past my thong and into my slick tunnel.
 

“Jack,” I breathed, barely able to get the words past my lips. I began tugging at his shirt, stripping the buttons open as fast as my hands would work. Jack mimicked my actions and soon all of our clothes had dropped to the floor in a messy pile. His mouth worked me over in all the right places, starting at the crook of my neck and stopping briefly to flick his tongue delicately over the deep pink circles of my breasts. I felt my knees grow weak, even with the wall supporting me. Jack felt it, too, and scooped me up to carry me to the bed. He laid me down and stood back to admire my naked body in the moonlight that peeked through the part in the curtains.

I spread my thighs and moved my hand south, never taking my eyes from Jack’s face. My finger ran lightly up and down the perfectly manicured landing strip resting on top of my mound, teasing, playing, working my way down further, dipping in and out of my wet hole as Jack watched, mesmerized.

“I’ll ask you again,” I whispered seductively. “Do you like what you see, Jack?”

Jack nodded and took a step towards the bed, dropping down to take a mouthful of my tit. He picked up where he had left off before, running his tongue over my hardened nipples, tracing circles around each one before taking the peak in his mouth and tugging on it gently between his lips. He pulled his mouth away and ran his tongue along the outline of my perky breasts, causing me to shudder and moisten my already-slick tunnel from his sizzling touch. The man was incredible with his mouth, and as I lay there enjoying the feel of his lips against my skin I lost myself in the new sensations he was sending coursing through my veins. Languidly he worked his way down my center, kissing and licking all of my most sensitive, sensual areas, taunting me, knowing he was getting nearer to my aching pussy, but agonizingly dragging it out. It was both erotic and maddening all at once.

Jack worked over what felt like every inch of my body above my navel, driving me to the brink and making me feel as though I was floating ten feet above him, my senses heightened as far as I thought they would go without sending me into raging orgasm territory. He dropped lower, focusing his attention on my hand that was still hovering over my clit. He took my forefinger in his mouth, sucking the tip of it, tasting the moisture that had come from inside my pink flesh moments earlier. The feel of his lips wrapped around me sent chills up my spine and my nipples crinkled again in response. Before I could draw in another breath, Jack moved his mouth over my hardened nub, and circled it slowly with his tongue. As he did, I could feel his hot breath blowing lightly over my now-dripping snatch. I let out a long moan, not sure how much more I was going to be able to take. He was pushing me to my sexual limits. I began to crave the drawn-out sensations he was sending through every nerve-ending in my body. I silently talked myself down from the edge of my impending orgasm, just to see where Jack would take me next.

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