8
TATE
I had asked again if we could go have lunch at the diner before heading back to the cabin, and Dad said yes. We sat at a round booth in the back because that was the only one still free during this lunch-rush.
The menu didn’t have a lot to offer, but the food looked and smelled amazing, and I guess a good restaurant never had too many options. I decided to go with the meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and Dad chose the same thing, because we had already eaten too many burgers the past few days.
We didn’t talk much during lunch, but Dad kept placing his hand on my thigh whenever he put his fork down. Thanks to the shape of this booth, we didn’t have to sit apart from each other, which, of course, I liked.
I smiled at him when he finished his food. “You’re done already. It’s good, huh?”
“Yeah, it was pretty good. We won’t tell your mother about this though. And tonight, you’ll have to eat dinner.”
“Okay.” It was only twelve, so, until we’d have dinner tonight, I’d be hungry again.
I finished my food as well and then took a sip of my water, right before the waitress came to take away our empty plates. “Can I get you dessert?” she asked.
“No, thank you. I’d like to pay, please.”
“Of course. I will get you the receipt and you can pay in the front.”
“All right, thanks.”
She left, and I turned toward Dad, taking his hand under the table. “Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Maybe we can do this more often when we’re back home. Going out for lunch or dinner just the two of us. I think that would be good for our relationship.”
He squeezed my hand, then lifted it to his lips to press a kiss to my fingers. “We’ll see, baby.”
I smiled and watched him press one more kiss to my fingers, before he dropped my hand to his crotch, making me cup his cock over his jeans.
He surprised me more and more by how nonchalant he was about these things. It was the little things that made me love him more and more, and I was glad he wasn’t pushing me away again. At least not when we were alone.
“When we get back to the car, I want you to do something for me,” he told me, keeping his hand over mine while I rubbed his cock.
“Anything.”
He smirked. He stayed silent when the waitress came back with our receipt, and once she left, he turned to me and said, “On our drive back, I want you mouth on my cock.”
My heart started pounding in my chest, and I got excited. “Okay.”
“Just like last night, but without the clothes,” he added.
I knew what he meant. He wanted me to give him a blowjob, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no to that. “Okay,” I said again, with excitement I my voice.
He made me squeeze his dick harder, and he leaned in to kiss my jaw. “Naughty girl. You’d do anything if I asked you too, hm?”
I nodded and squeezed his hardness, feeling him throb against the palm of my hand. “Yes. For you, I would.”
He let go of my hand and lifted his to cup the back of my head. Pulling me closer, he kissed my lips in front of everyone in this diner. But it didn’t matter who’d see because no one knew what we were. They didn’t know we were dad and daughter.
I moaned when he gripped my hair tighter, and I moved my hand further down, cupping his balls. That got a reaction out of him. He tensed and pushed his hips into my hand, silently telling me that he wanted more.
I’d make sure to give his balls some attention too when I’d give him a blowjob in the car later.
Dad broke the kiss and looked at me with lust in his eyes. “Let’s go.”
I let him pull me up, and after he paid for our food, we headed outside to the car and got in. I wanted to put on my seatbelt, but then remembered what Dad asked of me, and I stopped to look over at him.
He hadn’t turned on the car yet, and I watched as he unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down his hips just enough to expose his cock. It was hard, and it rested against his lower stomach.
I pressed my lips together tightly, unable to take my eyes off of it.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked, reaching out his hand to cup the side of my head.
“Yes,” was all I said.
“With whom?”
“Does it matter?”
Dad shrugged, then he shook his head. “No, it doesn’t.” He pulled me closer, leaning in himself until his lips covered mine. His kiss was gentle at first, but he deepened it by parting his lips, and sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I turned more toward him, placing my hand on his thigh, and slowly running it up to his cock. I wrapped my hand around his length and started to stroke it slowly. It felt amazing. Warm and hard, yet somehow soft. I couldn’t wait to taste him. To find out how he felt in my mouth.
He broke the kiss and ran his hand through my hair while he watched me closely. “I want you to suck my dick. Slowly. Don’t make me come too quickly.”
I liked how he phrased that. Almost as if he knew how good I was at giving blowjobs, and that he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
I would take my time and make him feel good.
“Okay.”
He smiled gently, then he adjusted himself before taking a deep breath. “Alright. Go for it, baby.”
I licked my lips and looked down at his cock, and I stroked it a few more times before leaning over the center console to take him into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his tip, tasting the drop of precum. I liked the salty taste. Then again, I knew he would taste this good.
I moved my head further down, taking in his length until his tip hit the back of my throat.
“Goddamn…” Dad groaned and gripped my hair at the back of my head. “Fuck, baby, take it slow.”
I was a bit too hasty, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to suck his cock and make him come. And I wanted to show him just how good I could make him feel with just my mouth on him.
I slowed down when I lifted my head, giving myself some time to breathe before I moved back down, taking him in again.
Dad’s groan kept interrupting the silence, and after a minute or two, he finally turned on the car to drive off the diner’s parking lot.
While he focused on the road, I focused on keeping him hard. Using my right hand, I rubbed along his length while keeping my mouth on him, sliding my lips up and down along his shaft.
His hand was back on my head, and he kept on holding me down whenever his tip hit the back of my throat. “Fuck, baby…Come on, do that again. Hold your breath and let me see just how deep you can take me.”
I gave a quick nod and moved my hand, placing it on his thigh while keeping my mouth on him. He pressed my head down, and I let my mouth slide down his length until I had to hold my breath.
“God, yes…that’s it,” he murmured. His body tensed, and I sensed the car going faster. He was pushing down on the gas, and while I trusted him to not lose control over his car, I hoped he wouldn’t lose focus and crash it into a tree.
Luckily, he slowed the car down, and he let me move up again to catch my breath.
Strings of saliva pulled from his cock to my lips and turned my head to look up at him. “More?” I asked, licking my lips.
He dropped his gaze for a split second and chuckled. “You think I want you to stop now?”
I shook my head and smiled. “No.”
“Keep on sucking, then,” he demanded.
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
His cock was in my mouth again, and this time, he let me set the pace. The drive wouldn’t be much longer, and we’d get back to the campsite soon, so I had to make sure he’d come before we got there.
His cock throbbed. I felt it against my tongue, and every time his balls twitched, my pussy clenched. I wanted to touch myself, but I needed to focus on him.
I was sure that he’d soon find a time to please me too. He wouldn’t leave me hanging like this. And I was sure that he wanted to touch and taste me too.
The car slowed down again. This time, he came to a stop, and he put the car in park.
“Gaah!” His groan was loud, and he gripped my hair with both hands as he pushed my head down. He was in charge again, and he started to move my head up and down, making his cock slide in and out of my mouth.
The sounds that came out of me turned him on. I noticed it because every time his length was buried deep down my throat and I gagged, he held me there, wanting to hear more.
“Goddamn, baby. That mouth feels fucking amazing. You want my cum?”
I did, but I couldn’t tell him.
So, a nod was all I could do.
“Fuuuck…” His voice was dark and full of lust, and I got more and more excited with every throb of his cock. He was about to come, and I was about to taste his cum.
The salty liquid filled my mouth, and because it had no way to go but down, I swallowed it as it continued to cover my tongue. When it became hard to breathe, and when I was close to choking, I moved my head to get him out of my mouth.
I coughed, and Dad held my face in his hands as I tried to catch my breath.
He was breathing fast, with his chest rising and falling.
He studied me closely as tears ran down my cheeks. “You okay?”
I nodded, breathing out my reply. “Yes, I’m okay. I liked that a lot,” I told him with a smile.
“I know you did. It felt fucking amazing, baby,” he assured me, brushing his thumbs across my cheeks. Some of his cum was running down the sides of my chin, and I felt a drop fall onto my black leather jacket. It would leave a stain, but I didn’t care.
Dad kept his eyes on me as we both calmed down, and after a while, he leaned in to kiss my lips. “We should go back. Mom’s waiting.”
I nodded, hating that our time alone would soon be over. “Okay.”
He pulled up his pants and boxers and adjusted his cock in his crotch before continuing to drive, and I put the seatbelt on, sitting upright in my seat again.
We got back to the campsite just five minutes later, and as we got out of the car, Mom and Ronan already walked toward us, leaving the front door of the cabin open.
“Took you long enough,” Mom argued, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied Dad and me. “Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened, Ainsley. We just got caught up in the store.”
I nodded and added, “It was a big store.”
Mom didn’t look convinced. “You smell like old frying oil.”
Neither Dad nor I commented on that. The diner did smell a little funny, but Mom didn’t have to know about our lunch.
“Did you at least find everything?”
“Yes, we did. It’s all in the back,” Dad said, pointing to the trunk of the car.
Ronan was staring at me weird, and I raised a brow at him as we followed Mom and Dad around the car. “Did a bird shit on you?” he asked, his eyes dropping to the stain on my jacket.
I looked down and pursed my lips, amused by his question.
No, dear brother, that’s not bird shit. That’s our father’s cum which not only landed on my jacket, but also in my stomach.