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It all started innocently enough.
Emma Swan, college gal and at the top of her class, leaning on top of the counter as she is laughing happily at some silly joke her on again/off again boyfriend & bestie is explaining to her from the other far side of the dining area. She's drinking some soda from a can and absently plays with the straw with her tongue while listening to more tales of college shenanigans.
He can't help it. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he can't help but appreciate Emma's long legs and her shapely arse that peeks out from her very short skirt, when she bends over the kitchen counter.
Licking his lips absently he stares at how the tip of her tongue moves quickly around the tip of the straw, swiping the straight plastic (he can't believe he's getting jealous over a STRAW).
Staring back to her perfectly rounded derriere, he can't but help but think how perfectly soft it could be under his touch or how pliant her flesh would be when he kneads them with his rough hands
He's been secretly lusting after his son's girlfriend for God knows how long. Maybe when she moved next door to their humble abode a few years ago, when she was asking for a screwdriver?
Mmmm...I'd like to screw her over, drive into her constantly.. feel her legs grip my waist in equal wanton lust.
Feeling my trousers tighten slightly, I adjust the front of my pants slightly glancing sideways if my son Killian, has caught me drooling over Emma.
Phew.. nope. A glutton for punishment I continue to look upon Emma's heavenly body.
There's not many years between us frankly.
I was a young, randy teenager and we had Liam when I was 16. Didn't marry the lass til we were 18 (because her dad beat me to an inch of my life after he found I impregnated his little girl - who, in my defence was 4 years older than me). Then Killian was born when I was 20.
When Emma moved in next door, I found out that she was the same age as Killian and those two hit it off from the Get-Go.
So I'm 20 years her senior. Some might consider that cradle-snatching but just 2 or so centuries ago she'd be old enough for the marrying age & certainly ripe enough to bang.
And it's the 21st century! There's 90 year old billonaires shagging & marrying tarts that are 60 years their junior! So, no.. I don't consider completely wrong in appreciating what is in front of me.. pressed against the kitchen counter, her low-cut tank top revealing swelled breasts.
Cunningly, I have turned up the A/C just so I can see her nipples slightly harden from the cold under her top and her goosebumps slightly rise along her delicious limbs..
I can't help.. lately I've been fantasising more and more ways to seduce her, have my way with her, in many different positions / places and times of the day.
Killian is clueless (or at least I hope he is) about me. Probably because he's like his old man (hah!), being a chip off the ol' block and just as randy.
Killian and Emma's relationship has always been close and I know they have deep feelings for each other.
But my lad.. he was a wandering eye like me. He's been caught a few times in the lustful grasp of some random lass NOT Emma.
First time Emma was the first person who caught him out - and they had terrible row over it and broke up over it.. then got back together.. broke up.. then back together again.
I've been more than happy to be the comforting shoulder for Emma to cry on, to hold onto her tightly to my body & rock her gently to subside her distraught cries.
I'm first to admit, it's also when I'm able to cop a feel of her and relish the feel of her soft skin under my calloused hands - all in the Name of Consoling Comfort, of course. *ahem.. cough, cough*
Since the several mishaps of my son, Emma has taken more of a shine to my company and happy to be around me.
I'm overjoyed when we freely flirt with other, though I'm not sure if she's doing it to humour me, boost my ego or both.
I've even caught her eyeing me with those shiny emerald eyes of hers, twinkling with wit and dare I say, momentary lust?
Certainly, I would more than eager to reciprocate any feelings she may have towards me.. I just hope they are lustful ones.
From down the hallway I hear Killian yell that he's going up to the shops to get some beer for tonight's movie marathon and that he'll be back soon, followed by the front door loudly closing behind him.
Emma, still perched on the counter side glances to me and smiles, "So.. it's just you and me, huh Mr Jones?"
Leaning further into the door frame and giving her a cheeky 'stern' glare, huffing in response, "Lass, how many times must I remind you? Call me Brennan. 'Mr Jones' is my father"
She smiles slyly and turns her attention back to her soda can.
"Hmm? You'll have to do better than that to convince me to start calling you by your first name, Sir" Emma fires back.
A slight chuckle escapes me and the signature Flirty Jones smirk appears on my face.
"Oh really?" I reply, "And what, pray tell would you like me to do?"
I slink across the floor towards her as I hear her hum in fake contemplation. My eyes are drawn to her hips slightly swaying from side to side as she thinks to herself, her head tilting to the side, exposing her neck.
The minx, she's playing with fire. And she's a smart girl, she'd know what would set me off.
I get close enough to her to feel her body heat radiating.
Her arms are slightly in front of her and I raise my hands to gently grasp her elbows from behind, hearing a small gasp escape her lips.
I whisper in her ear, "Would you like me to warm you?," I gently caress with my fingers up and down her arm, "... I can feel the goosebumps all along you, my dear. I wouldn't want you to catch a chill"
My lips still against her ear, I gently swipe my tongue along the side of her. There is a wall mirror across the room and I can see our reflections from where we stand.
Hearing a small gasp again from her, I can see she hasn't protested against my towardness and from the mirror I can see she has closed her eyes, licking her lips in anticipation.
Emma juts out her arse out a little bit towards me, nods and hums for me to continue my advances.
I press my body against her lithe frame, feeling my erection harden further and tenting at the zipper.
Pressing my hands and firming my caresses along her arms and I start rubbing my body against hers, revelling of what is happening and how good it feels.
More soft hums and gasps escape her lips and contentment.
I lean her head further to the side to gain access to her neck and lick from her neck to her ear, nibbling her lobe
"Say my name, Emma," I hoarsely grunt out "Do I make you feel good? Do I warm your insides? Say my name and I will make you feel so much better"
I start rubbing my body against her more firmly, pressing my erection against her arse.
"Mmm.. M-m-m Mr.. J.." she stutters out. Hmm.. Still not my name, stubborn lass.
Not one to walk away from a challenge, I move my right hand to caress her thigh under her skirt, starting from the outside and moving towards her silky inner thigh and my other had moves under her tank top to to feel her flat stomach.
"Oh God, this feels so good.. but it's so wrong! Killian...?!" she tries to collect her thoughts while I further rub against her
"Mmm.. isn't here right here, my sweet Emma," I start pecking her neck with my lips, moving my right hand up to where she wants it and my other hand cups her breast through her bra under her tank top, my thumb tweaking her nipple to harden it further, "But I am. And I am more than willing to give you the delicious pleasure you deserve, that you need.. And if it feels this good, it can't be all wrong. We're human after all. We need to indulge in what feels good and doesn't this feel exquisite, Emma?"
My right hand reaches her clothed sex and I swipe my thumb against her slit, feeling wetness pooling. I slide my hand up and down between her sex and her legs, feeling her body starting to buckle
We hear a roar of a car engine up the driveway which is a cue that Killian has returned home.
Startled, Emma straightens back up, hops off the counter and backs against the kitchen wall.
I hide my lower half closer to the counter, to hide my protruding erection our little tête-à-tête had caused.
Emma straightens her messed up hair and clothing and tries to fan herself cool. Flushed, she looks up at me; I still see the lust lingering in her eyes.
"Dear Emma, you still haven't said my name. So I will take that you have raised a challenge to me. And you know that I don't back away from a worthwhile duel with you." I whisper to her, "I look forward in continuing this with you." I couldn't help a wolfish grin widening my face.
Emma's eyes widen, flash with anger but still with lust, "This was a one-time thing, Mr Jones" she huffs back
Chuckling back, licking my lips I said, "We'll see Lass, we'll see.."
Emma took that as the end of our little interaction in the kitchen and sprinted to the front door to greet Killian.
Not witnessing, but gathering from the tell-tale noises coming from that side of the house I hear Killian exclaim in surprise of Emma's eager welcome of him, followed by some grunting and smacking of sloppy smoochies between the two.
I grit my teeth, selfishly knowing that if Killian didn't show up I would have been the recipient of Emma's lusty kisses - but instead, Killian is the lucky fellow.
Gathering myself, I shout out , "Killian, lad! Your grand gal missed you so much! Why don't you treat her with some Jones affection and get her upstairs before your brother comes home, eh? The movie marathon won't start for hours!"
Giggling, gasping and grunting are heard and shortly a stampede of feet heading upstairs to the location of Killian's bedroom and a slam of the door afterwards.
Glancing towards the ceiling I hear the tell-tale signs of bed springs & headboard banging.
Sighing and rubbing my face, my erection has finally slowed and made my way to pick up the discarded beer bottles Killian left at the front door and placed them in the fridge.
I'm a patient man. Today, I have made much progress with Emma, in leaps and bounds.
I am looking forward to our next lusty encounter