Page 46 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)

“You are goddamn perfect,” I tell her, wondering why I’ve always been so against casual nudity in the past. “Now sit down and hold those high heels, baby. Let him make you feel good, and keep your eyes on me.”

My words are controlling and dominant, and while I’ve always felt like I am those things, tonight in this office feels like it’s the first time I’m those things with both of them.

A little thrill flits up my spine as she sinks into the chair, following my orders, and rears her heels back, gripping them.

Her blue eyes narrow on mine, chin tucked to her chest, hands coming to collect her breasts. They look so large when she holds them in her petite hands, and when he brings his mouth to her pussy and licks, her eyes roll closed for a moment.

“How does it feel?” I ask, my voice raspy and low, an echo in the closed office, the quiet rumblings of the party all around us outside.

She nods her head a little, abandoning one hand to sift through the top of his hair. She glances between her legs tenderly, and the sight of her adoring him while he worships her sends a flash of blood to my groin. The alcohol guides my hand to my crotch, and I unzip, pulling out my cock.

I’ve never masturbated while they’ve been doing their thing. I’ve never had the urge.

But tonight, seeing how good he’s making her feel, the sound of her arousal bouncing off these four walls–it’s too much. I need release, too.

“Watching you feel good makes me feel good, did you know that Avery?” I ask, searching her eyes. She looks drunken, though it’s not the alcohol, it’s the thick hands pressed into her inner thighs keeping her spread, the rough tongue plunging in and out of her, and me, ordering for it to happen.

She nods. “Y-yes,” she breathes.

“But it’s only fair that you make us feel good too, right?

” I ask, moving my thumb over the slit of my cock, smearing precum down my shaft.

Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve stroked myself.

I’m not a guy who jerks off a lot. I consider making love to Avery the most important thing, and I save myself for her.

But this is good too. Holy shit.

She nods her head, her gaze flitting between me and her cunt, where his head moves around and his arm works. I pump myself again, and give my balls a tug, discovering that I’m not just edging myself but I’m going to come. And soon.

I release my cock as Avery tips her head back, a moan reverberating from her lips, bouncing off the glass windows as she comes.

One of her heels hits the floor with a plunk, revealing curled toes.

She strokes her hand through his hair, moaning, spine curved in the chair as she orgasms in violent, heady waves.

“Oh my god, oh my god ,” she pants, her thighs trembling as my dad sits back, admiring her swollen, sated cunt. My erection bobs as I look at her pussy, admiring it in a way I never have before. “That was so hot,” she whispers, adding, “I’m sorry I came so fast. I was just… too excited.”

My dad gets to his feet, back still to me, and I get to mine, and I don’t stop until he and I are hip to hip, very strategically and carefully keeping our eyes on just our girl. “Avery, I want you to make us come.”

“Stay naked, too,” Dad says, and I nod my head in agreement for that.

“Fuck yes.”

Avery’s mouth curves into the most beautiful smile. “Do I get to keep it?”

My brow furrows, and next to me, there’s a rush of clothing and a zipper, and I know he’s getting ready for what’s next. “Keep what?”

She bites into her bottom lip. “What you guys give me.”

Blood rushes through my mind, and next to me, dad groans. “ Mm .”

I swallow against the knot of confusion that suddenly appears in my throat. I don’t normally like her to swallow. I’m not the type of man that finds semen swallowing to be erotic. I don’t expect her to swallow, and my orgasms are often abundant.

She wants it, though.

And he’s here because she deserves to get what she wants.

I nod my head. “Yes.”

She takes us by the cock, one in each hand, her eyes set on mine when she softly breathes, “I’m swallowing, both of you.”

There’s a deep groan from by my side, and then Avery is on her knees, her right arm pumping in my fuzzy periphery as she suckles at the first few inches of my cock.

“Mmm,” she moans, making little noises of delight, noises that make my balls grow tight and hot.

The back of my neck, too. “God, Sutt, I love your cock so much. I love the way your head feels on my tongue. You taste so good,” she praises, licking and sucking, her hand twisting and working the base, other arm still working on dad.

My stomach tightens, and my brain goes waxy, and before I come, she slides over, and when I look down, it’s just her hand pumping me. I close my eyes, and get lost in the things she says to him, and soft slurping noises that radiate from them.

“Oh, G, god, you taste so good, I love how messy you are for me,” she breathes. I envision her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him, twisting him at the base, too. One deep groan lifts from his lips, and then she’s back on my cock, her lips sealed around me, head bobbing.

I reach down and fill my fingers with her soft hair, and peer down long enough to see her blinking up at me, adoration in her eyes.

Her tits sway as she bobs, and she looks so enticing and gorgeous and perfect, the booze must make me emotional because I frame her jaw in my hand and murmur, “Avery, I love you.”

Then she’s gone, stroking me as she makes him feel like the most important person alive. That’s how it feels with her blue eyes on me, like I’m everything. I want him to feel that too, after everything he’s been through. I want him to know her pleasure and her love.

“Mm,” the sentiment radiates from him, and as he groans his pleasure, the room somehow grows smaller, hotter, and the urgency in my groin spikes, the excitement in my veins peaks.

“Avery, I need you,” I tell her, reaching down to grip myself at the base. She slides over, capturing my cock with her mouth. She knocks my hand away from the base, and grips me, and I spill into her mouth, on her tongue, and down her throat within seconds.

My hand holds her head, and my eyes snap shut, as my orgasm tears out of me in wild, chaotic pulses.

When the last of it has pulsed through me, I open my eyes to find Avery pushing cum back into her mouth, her throat bobbing as she swallows my load without so much as a flinch.

She slides over to him, and a moment later, he’s making the same noises I was, and while I don’t watch, I listen to her swallow him.

By the time she gets to her feet, I’ve tucked myself away and collected her things. While my dad rights himself, I help her redress.

Avery’s arms loop my waist and she tips her face up to mine, smiling. “I’m more proud of you for asking for what you want tonight, in this office, than I am for that sale.”

My dad clears his throat, and we twist our gazes to him, tying his necktie. “I’m more proud of the sale,” he deadpans, shooting me a playful wink. “I think we should go home though. You’re… drunk.”

I nod. “I agree.”

On the way out of the office, I’m talked into one last whiskey with Roberta, while Avery and my dad sit in the lobby, talking quietly, both of them wearing adoring smiles, her hand stroking subtly up his bicep. By the time I’m in the town car, I know I’ve had too much to drink.

With my head in Avery’s lap, I listen to her and my dad talk before I doze off with a smirk dusting my lips.

“No.” There is no other word for how I feel. “No,” I try again, but saying it definitely does not take away the train wreck of a headache happening in my brain.

I blink my eyes open slowly, only to close them again because, “Oh Jesus. The sun.” My stomach roils, and my lips tingle, but I lay motionless for another minute until it passes. From somewhere downstairs, I hear traces of Avery’s voice, argumentative but playful.

I peer over at the large bed, finding it tousled and empty. Timid and cautious, I slowly move to get out of bed and work my way downstairs, needing an espresso more than I need anything else.

When I make it to the kitchen, a wave of nausea hits, and I grip the doorframe to steady myself for a minute.

That’s when I see them. Sitting at the kitchen island, coffee cups half drank, a full breakfast spread before them, a newspaper open.

Avery is wearing her white satin pajama set, the ones I purchased for her, and Dad is shirtless, wearing low slung pajama pants.

Their hair is disastrous, the kitchen smells like French toast heaven, and in the background, rain patters gently against the glass.

My chest tightens.

Coming down to them, to this place feeling like our home, it makes everything I was thinking about last night come rushing back.

I want this. I want them and us forever, even if it’s strange. Even if it’s unconventional.

Avery slaps her hand against the counter, making the orange juice jump in the carafe. And that’s when she spots me.

“You wouldn’t say that had you been around for the bubble in 2008,” my dad finishes, following her gaze up to me.

“Good morning, son,” Dad greets, sliding out from the counter slightly. “How are you feeling?”

“Morning, Sutt. We made your favorite.” She wrinkles her nose. “Did we wake you?” She turns to face my father and swats at his chest playfully. “I told you to be quiet.”

I scratch the back of my head. “You guys are bickering over breakfast like a married couple.”

They split a glance, and I analyze their features in that brief moment. Adoration. That’s what lifts the corners of my dad’s eyes. Happiness and excitement is what I read on Avery’s.

I don’t know how I ended up in this place, I just hope they want to stay in it with me.