My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 97

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?"