Bad Daddy: Dirty Little Secret Duet book 1

by J. D. Hollyfield

  He clears his throat, pulling away from the screen as if it’s on fire. “No, that’s it. Have a great night, Violet,” he says abruptly, then gets up from his chair.

  My entire body is buzzing. A throbbing between my legs has my nipples hardening under my shirt. I try drinking some water to cool myself down, but it doesn’t help. Every thought of him, those eyes, his fingers, tongue… “Fuck,” I moan, grazing my fingers over my swollen sex. My eyes catch the clock on the wall. Hazel won’t be done with her movie for another thirty minutes.

  I walk over to the door and lock it, then make myself comfortable in my bed. I remove my clothes, the image of him sharp in my mind. This is wrong, but it feels so right. Closing my eyes, I dip my fingers into the folds of my throbbing pussy.

  Heath

  What in God’s name am I doing? I’m already hard, imagining her taut, little body naked and riding my cock. Those innocent lips around my dick. My fingers in her cunt and ass. “Fuck.” She’s consuming every corner of my brain, and I can’t stop. I drain half the bourbon in my glass, returning to my office. I throw myself in my chair, needing to wash her from my sick mind.

  Faint whimpers echo around my office, and I’m confused as to where they’re coming from—my computer. The FaceTime call never disconnected. I expand the tab, and my entire screen fills with the inside of Hazel’s dorm room. The dim lights hanging on the ceiling cast shadows over the room. I squint, my eyes working harder to bring everything into focus when another round of whimpers tickles my eardrums. “What the…?”

  There on the lower bunk, I see her. Violet. Porcelain flesh exposed. Her breasts are free, her small nipples pebbled. She sticks out her tongue, licking her bottom lip as a moan falls from her mouth. Just when my cock was starting to go soft, he stiffens into a painful salute. I break away from her mouth, following her hand movements until my eyes land between her legs. Her finger disappears inside her cunt, and with each thrust, her moans become louder and more theatrical.

  “Fuck.” I should turn this off. This is a private moment—not meant for a fucking pervert like me. Her hand works harder, and she adds another finger. I grip my cock through my slacks. Her fingers glisten in the glimmer of light, and I growl under my breath, wanting to suck that wetness from each individual digit. She strokes herself, using her other hand to fondle her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingertips.

  I’m a fucking pig. A sick mother fucker. She’s my daughter’s roommate. I need to turn this off. But I’m weak when it comes to pleasure. I always have been. Working my zipper down, I pull my cock from my slacks and fist my length. My head rests against the back of my chair as I pump up and down, matching her rhythm. “Fuck yeah, fuck that little pussy,” I hiss quietly. I want to wrap my teeth around her nipple and bite, inflicting pleasurable pain. Her movements become faster, jerkier, and I find myself beating off quick and hard as she fucks herself. My balls become tight. The base of my spine tingles as the pleasure builds. She enters a third finger, and I almost go blind with desire. Her lips part and her head tilts back as she moans out her release. My name falls off her lips as cum spurts all over my hand.

  The moment the rush of my orgasm fades, reality sets in. I slam my laptop shut, disconnecting the call.

  Violet

  I fill out my final answer for my psychology exam just in time for the bell to ring.

  “Okay, that’s it. Pens down. Turn your tests in.” Jim…or Professor Wells clicks on his pen, one, two, three times while he scans the room, trying to catch any last-minute scribblers. His eyes latch on mine, and a small smile hooks the corners of my lips.

  “How’d you do?” Hazel asks, zipping up her bag.

  I pick up my test and throw my backpack over my shoulder. “Nailed it,” I brag.

  “Sweet! Let’s get out of here. If we hit the road in the next hour, we can make it to my house before traffic. My dad should be home by then too.”

  Dad.

  The cause of every one of my self-induced orgasms since we met.

  Remind me again why I agreed to go home with Hazel for the weekend? Oh yeah, because I have the total hots for her dad and think by some ridiculous notion he’s going to want me too. I’ve completely lost my mind. But this damn itch. And it’s about time I make a move to test out the waters and prove I’m not totally crazy. Am I wrong for pursuing this? Yes. Is there a chance this is all in my head? Solid ninety percent. Am I truly capable of seducing my roommate’s dad? We’re about to find out.

  “Can’t wait! Let’s go!”

  The drive takes forever. We end up hitting a ton of traffic, putting us an hour behind schedule. The sun is down by the time we pull up to her house, and now it’s raining. “Shoot.” Hazel pulls her car into an open spot in the garage next to a Corvette and Maserati.

  “Wow, your dad has a need for speed, huh?”

  Laughing, Hazel shuts off her car, then climbs out. “Yeah. It’s kinda his thing. Since my mom left, he seems to be going through a list of dangerous habits.” My brow rises. I’d be lying if I said that comment didn’t turn me on just a bit, hoping my name falls on that list. “Come on. Let’s go in. He’s home. He’s going to be so happy to see us.”

  I nod and follow her inside. We walk through an enormous mudroom leading into the kitchen. It’s barely lit, but the room carries natural light with the white marble flooring and cabinets. “Dad?” she calls out, her voice echoing off the bare walls.

  “In my office, baby girl.”

  A ping of jealousy surges through me, wishing he was calling out to me with that pet name.

  We enter his lavish office, and I spot him sitting behind a large, wooden desk. My heart rate kicks up a notch, and I tell myself to abort this crazy mission and go back to school. Hazel will lose her mind if she finds out my devious plan. What if this blows up in my face, and he tells her what I’ve done? She’ll hate me, and she’s become my closest friend.

  “Hey, you better not be working. You promised no work this weekend.” Hazel’s voice snaps me out of my panicked haze. I stare ahead at Mr. Winters. He’s still in his suit, the top two buttons of his shirt open, showing off his built chest, and his dark hair perfectly in place. He sets down his glass of brown liquor and stands to greet his daughter, his eyes locking on mine.

  “Glad you both made it home safely.” He goes to hug his daughter, then addresses me. “Violet.” The way he says my name is like an aphrodisiac. His eyes pierce into mine. There’s a battle brewing inside him. He rips his eyes away, not wanting his baby girl to get wind of his forbidden attraction. Licking my lower lip, I suck it into my mouth and take a step forward, reaching my hand out.

  “Hi, Mr. Winters. Thanks for having me.” In an audacious move, I go in for a hug before he shakes my hand. He stiffens as I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body into his. I reach up, making sure my breasts are pinned snuggly against his chest. My lips purposely brush against his neck, allowing the heat of my breath to mark his skin. Without a choice, his arms cage around me, and even though the moment only lasts a handful of seconds, I feel it: the wicked spark of raw desire that ignites between us. I wish Hazel wasn’t standing here. That it was just us so I could pursue this moment further. He pulls away and clears his throat, offering us a gentle smile. His eyes refuse to meet mine, but I’ve seen enough men with forbidden lust in their eyes to now know our attraction isn’t one-sided.

  Mr. Winters masks his slip up by grabbing his daughter back into his arms and kissing the top of her head. “Missed you. Welcome home.”

  “Missed you too, Dad. Have you been staying out of trouble since I’ve been gone?”

  If so, hopefully that’s about to change.

  “Terribly lonely without my little girl here is more like it. How was the drive? Have you two eaten?”

  Hazel breaks away. “No, but—”

  “Good! I’m taking you girls to Savino’s. School is probably lacking a real pizza place, and I’m sure you’re in dire need of a good slice of pepperon
i and some garlic bread.” He gazes down at his daughter, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sound good, baby girl?”

  “Sure, dad. Anything for you.”

  “Oh, my God! This is so good!” Hazel moans, then takes another bite, stretching the cheese until it snaps and falls onto her chin. Mr. Winters laughs, handing her a napkin. She wipes the sauce off her face, and he leans back in his seat across from us. Taking a sip of his beer, he rests his arms along the back of the booth.

  “How’s school, girls? Fill me in on what you’re studying.” With two beers in him, he’s loosening up. Hazel has a mouthful of pizza, so I take the opportunity to lead the conversation.

  “It’s going great. We just took our psych exams, which I think we both nailed.”

  “Maybe you nailed it. I think I did okay. Maybe I need to flirt with our professor, so he gives me a good grade.” Hazel laughs while I gaze across the table at her dad. His grip tightens around his beer, and I question if that comment upset him.

  “I thought you were being smarter about that?” he asks, taking a sip of his beer to cover any hardness in his tone.

  “Oh, Dad, stop being so overprotective. She’s human. She probably needs a good sexual workout—”

  “Hazel!” I slap her on the shoulder.

  “What? My dad doesn’t care. He knows what goes on at college. Plus, you’re not his baby girl, so it’s okay to talk about you getting some.” She takes another bite of her pizza, oblivious to the scowl that causes his forehead to crease. You can cut the tension with a knife right now, so I change the subject. Leaning over the booth, I prop my breasts up, capturing his attention for a completely different reason. “What did you study in college, Mr. Winters?”

  Hazel waves off my question, answering first. “Oh no, don’t get my dad started on his success stories.” She and her dad share a laugh. He takes another sip of his beer to compose himself.

  “I went to Northwestern. Studied international business. Then got my master’s in finance. I spent a lot of time and hard work to get where I am. One day, you’ll both be just as successful.”

  Hazel huffs. “No way. I have no interest in working day and night. A simple teaching degree will do just fine for me.” The buzzing of her phone grabs her attention, and she jumps in her seat, a look of nervousness spreading across her face. “Sorry, guys, I have to take this. It’s…uh, it’s this guy from school.” She scoots toward me, and I slide out of the booth to let her out. Quick on her feet, she disappears down the hallway toward the bathrooms. An opportunity strikes me, and I slip my phone out of my back pocket.

  The sexual tension returns, not that it ever went away. Heath’s eyes fight to stay off me, and he takes another hefty sip of his drink.

  “Mr. Winters, wanna see what we’ve done with our room?” I slide into the seat next to him. My cotton skirt hikes up, allowing my bare thigh to brush against his slack clad one. Pleasure surges through me when his eyes dip to my bare flesh, lingering longer than appropriate.

  “We really decorated the room since the last time you saw it. I think you’re gonna love it.” He snaps out of his trance and rips his eyes away. I lean closer, my arm grazing his. I open my photos app and begin scrolling through my pictures while he attempts to keep his distance.

  “Wow, you two have been busy,” he says, his voice hoarse. When he leans forward to get a better view at the photo of Hazel and I smiling in our workout gear, his cologne wafts through my nostrils, and I struggle to play fair.

  I stop at the photos I snapped earlier in our room. “We turned this corner into our yoga area.” I swipe to another one. “This is our snack area, so we don’t make a mess of the room.” Another swipe. When the next photo comes into view, his body becomes rigid. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t see that one.” I blush, embarrassed. “We’re doing a body challenge. We had to take before and after pics…” my voice trails off as I take longer than necessary to scroll past the selfie of me naked and posing in front of our floor mirror.

  Mr. Winters coughs into his fist, making a poor attempt to gather himself by clearing his throat. “Looks good,” he says, his voice strained as he adjusts his posture. This is a daring move, even for me, but I can’t stop now. Reaching under the table, I slide my hand up his thick thigh. He jolts at my unexpected touch, his muscles tightening under my hold.

  “Jesus, what are you doing?”

  His reaction gives me the courage I need, and I slide higher. He jerks, his hand diving under the table, grabbing mine and stopping me from reaching his cock. “What’s wrong, Mr. Winters? Am I misreading the signs here?” I ask, biting my lower lip. I adjust my thighs, no shame at the wetness building. I knew finally getting to touch him would have this effect on me.

  “Violet, please remove your—”

  “Anyone need anything else? Refills?” the waitress interrupts. Mr. Winters doesn’t make a move to pull his hand away, avoiding any unwanted attention under the table.

  “Um…no. We’re fine. Thanks,” he says, quickly dismissing her.

  When she disappears, I turn my attention back to him. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  He grips my hand roughly. “Ye—Yes. You need to remove your hand.” The feral growl in his voice only intensifies my need for him. All sense of right and wrong fly out the window, and I dig my nails into his slacks, causing a jerking motion in his pants. I’m going to hell. Visions of his naked cock fill my head. My eyes wander to his groin, anticipating just how big and enticing it will be if he gives in to the temptation. What will it take for him to surrender to the lust he’s fighting?

  I know my window is short, so before Hazel returns, I make a bold move. With his hand still grabbing mine, I interlock our fingers and drag them between my thighs. Forgetting to wear underwear was not an accident. I praise my smart thinking as I press the tips of his fingers to my wet folds.

  “Jesus,” he groans, trying to pull away. His panicked eyes sear into mine, and I push him harder against my wet pussy. He makes another weak attempt to get free, and it makes me pulsate against his hand. I shove his hand closer, blessing myself with a thick finger that breaches my opening.

  His eyes flare with anger as a deep growl crawls up his throat. “I said enough—”

  “Sorry, guys. School stuff.” Hazel returns, sliding back into her seat. I remain calm and smile at her, even though my heart is pounding out of my chest. I nonchalantly release Heath’s hand and lift mine above the table.

  “Was it that guy from your physics class?”

  “Um… yeah. He wants to share notes.” Her attention is back on her phone, and she begins to launch off a text. I sneak a peek over at Heath with curious eyes. Is he taking the bait? Will he rat me out to Hazel? His eyes are clouded over, lust mixed with denial pouring from his gaze. I should feel guilty considering what this would do to Hazel if she found out, but the need is so strong, it overrides any remorse.

  I reach over for my glass and take a sip of my soda, twirling my tongue around the straw. Hazel, her mood shifting with a wide grin, sets her phone down and offers us her undivided attention. “Okay, sorry. What’d I miss?”

  If we weren’t sitting so close, I’d miss the tensing of Heath’s body. Enjoying his discomfort, I answer, “Dessert. We were discussing dessert.”

  He loses his composure, and his knees smack the bottom of the table. His fidgety hands knock his beer over. “Shit,” he hisses, shoving himself back to avoid soaking his pants.

  “Oh, Dad, here.” Hazel hands him a wad of napkins. “Are you okay?” He wipes away the beer before it overflows into his lap.

  “Excuse me…I have to…” He practically pushes me out of the booth to free himself. “Sorry, I…um, need to get going. I have tons of work to finish.”

  “I thought you weren’t—”

  He throws a wad of cash onto the table. “I know, baby girl. But this is something I can’t ignore. Stay. Enjoy yourselves. I assume you two can catch an Uber or cab ride home.”<
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  He refuses to make eye contact with me, and the rejection sucks. Leaning down, he gives his daughter a quick kiss on the forehead, then rushes away.

  Heath

  Slamming the door to my office, I throw myself into my chair and reach into my drawer for my bourbon. I pour a big glass and then take a huge gulp, needing the effect of the booze to wake me the fuck up. I scrub my sweaty palms down my face, trying to wipe away the images of my daughter’s little roommate. “Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?” I’m not in my right mind. Stress from work and too much alcohol is causing this inappropriate response and blurring my damn common sense. What was she thinking, flirting with a man twice her age? Wearing such a scandalous shirt, giving everyone a show of her perky tits? Perfect small nipples… “Enough,” I growl. This is so fucking wrong. I need to stop. Unfortunately, my rock-hard cock is threatening to tear through my slacks. I cuss under my breath, angry with myself for acting so carelessly. I shouldn’t have allowed her so close. I’m the adult, for Christ’s sake. I let her—“Fuck.” It feels like her wetness and warmth still linger on the tips of my fingers.

  I should have figured out what she was up to and stopped it—shit, I should have stopped it the first time I saw the wicked glint in her eyes. She’s too young. She shouldn’t be offering such seductive advances to someone my age. But those lips. Her bare thighs. A stronger man would have denied the inappropriate passes or shut them down the instant they began. The way she propped those perfect little tits on the table…God, I wanted nothing more than to ram my cock between them. My hand’s been around my dick too many times to count fantasizing about it.

  This is completely fucked up and wrong. I slam the rest of the bourbon, needing to erase the image of her hand guiding mine inside her sweet, wet cunt. “Not helping,” I lecture myself, brushing my hand over my erection. Maybe if I stroke myself a few times, it’ll release some pressure. Not thinking about her lips and what they’d feel like around my cock would work too. Oh, screw it. My hand dips into my pants, releasing myself. I groan at the first tug. “That’s it,” I moan, fisting my cock and stroking up and down. Instead of searching for a mindless release, my mind goes back to her, staring at me, eye-fucking me, her tongue licking her bottom lip. Fuck… I stroke harder.