My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 97 Playing With Fire

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.

yet I reveled in the fantasy of it. I relished the thought of something uncertain, the impossible hope of him becoming mine, and

he

how deeply I'd delved into my thoughts. But truth be

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

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

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

I told you my work's finished,

I was momentarily taken aback, a rush of goosebumps prickling across my

through the air, as though he could

heavy bursts. The notion of him observing me like

shiver tracing down my spine. Could he

his voice thick with desire. "What matters is I want those panties off, and your thighs parted. Do it for me, baby." Alright.

"B-but..."

a jolt through

slowly peeled

cushion behind my back. As the cool air

your fingers inside

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

another finger," his voice

finger? Impossible. It wouldn't

I whimpered, my chest heaving as I attempted

"Trust me, I know that place better than

was the one intimately familiar with it, perhaps even

deep breath and choosing not to dispute, I cautiously added a third finger, and this

of wetness surged