Next Door Daddy

by Ford, Mia

  Seth has found a chair and he’s sitting back, watching me touch myself, his eyes encouraging me on, his fingers twitching as though he wants to join in. I moan at the waves of lust and heat that crash over me at the thought, and I rub my fingers around my entrance for a moment before slipping one fingertip inside the tight heat.

  “That’s it,” Seth hisses. “Fuck yourself hard, show me how you like it.”

  I press my fingers in deeper, my movements hurried and feverish, egged on by the look in Seth’s eyes as he watches me. As I watch, he begins to lazily stroke his cock, and it twitches at the attention, almost as impatient as I am for the main event.

  “Please, please, come and fuck me,” I groan.

  “Get yourself good and ready for me,” Seth says. “And I’ll let you feel every bit of me.”

  I imagine Seth sliding into me, and I press in deep, thrust my own fingers deep into my body. I rock my hips desperately against my hand and, feeling like it’s not enough, I add a third finger.

  “Now, touch your breast, play with the nipple,” Seth orders.

  I’m helpless to do anything other than listen and obey. Sobbing at the overwhelming pleasure that crashes over me in wave after wave, I lift my free hand to pinch at the nipple of my right breast. I cry out at all the sensations, sure that this is enough to send me over the edge into my approaching orgasm.

  But it isn’t. My fingers aren’t large enough, no matter how deeply I try to take them into my body. I writhe and groan on the bed, and look over at Seth, who is still just watching me, his cock jutting upwards.

  “Please,” I moan.

  Seth chuckles darkly, and the sound sends a fissure of electricity through me, making me throw my head back, too overwhelmed to speak.

  “We’re almost ready,” he promises. “Now, why don’t you come over here and slick up my cock with your mouth?”

  It takes me a moment to register what he says. When I do, I pull my fingers from my body and shakily get off the bed. It’s not fair that he looks so calm while I’m trembling with need. Later, when I’m thinking back to this dream, I won’t be able to help wondering if this is what Seth would be like in real life, or if he will be just as overwhelmed with pleasure as me.

  Seth’s knees open invitingly as I drop down in front of him, his cock right in front of me. I eye it hungrily as it leaks, showing me exactly how hard he is for me. He’s sitting here, watching me, and he’s this hard just from watching me touch myself.

  “Suck me, Zoe,” Seth groans.

  I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and swirl my tongue around it. For the first time, Seth shows signs of coming undone at my touch. He bucks his hips and moans, his eyes closing as his hands clench in my hair.

  Encouraged by this reaction, I take more of his cock into my mouth, bobbing up and down on it, slicking it up with my saliva. His cock throbs in my mouth, pulsing with heat and need, and I chuckle around it, the sound sending vibrations straight through it.

  “Fuck!” Seth cries, his hands tightening on my hair almost painfully. “Shit, what was that?”

  I laugh again and he groans, thrusting his hips up. His cock slides over my lips, and I lick the cum that is swiftly forming now, tasting it. I imagine that this taste is uniquely Seth, and I moan at the thought, causing him to groan again at the sensation, thrusting up more desperately.

  “Keep doing that, it feels so good,” he gasps. “Crap, Zoe, what do you do to me? You’re perfect, you look so amazing with your mouth wrapped around my cock like that.”

  I suck on him, and he writhes beneath me, panting harshly above my head. He’s tugging on my hair now, both trying to pull me off and push me down further so I can take more of him in my mouth. I breathe in the musky smell of him, and fire races through me. His body trembles.

  I want this so badly. I’ve always wanted this. I watch him from afar and imagine how it will feel to have him with me, to touch him and to be touched by him. I run my hands over his muscular thighs, and they fall further apart as he slides down a little in his chair, making me turn my head slightly to move with him. He’s falling apart beneath me, and it’s glorious.

  Then, suddenly, Seth pushes me back. He’s panting, his breathing ragged with need, and his eyes are dark with lust. He tugs me up with his hands in my hair and presses a hard kiss to my lips, pushing his tongue inside my mouth as he tastes himself. His tongue swirls everywhere, and I moan into his mouth, my hands falling to his hips.

  He pulls me up more, and I scramble into his lap, straddling his thighs. His cock digs against my leg, and his hips buck upward against me as he ravages my mouth, stealing my breath away. He pushes his hand against the small of my back, pulling me impossibly close, and I try to breathe through my nose.

  Eventually, though, air becomes an issue, and I pull back, gasping. His lips glisten with silver, and I eye the way I’ve bitten his bottom lip, making it swollen and red. Seth doesn’t pause, though. He presses kisses along my throat, and then he bites my collar, hard, his teeth pressing into my skin.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, grinding my hips down on his, bouncing slightly as I wait for him to be in me, my head thrown back to give him better access.

  He licks the bite mark, soothing it, and electric sparks dance from the area, making me shudder with need.

  “No more,” I gasp. “I need you in me.”

  “Then fuck yourself on me,” Seth says, biting my ear.

  I waste no time in raising myself on my knees. I grip his cock firmly in my hand and guide it towards my entrance, teasing the tip into me. Even that is almost too much, and I have to pause for a moment to catch my breath as Seth grips my hips.

  Then, in one, smooth movement, I thrust downward, taking his cock into my body. I clench around him at the sudden intrusion, and we both groan at the sensation, both too far gone to think straight anymore.

  “Yes, take it all,” Seth moans. “Take all of my cock into you. Ride me hard.”

  I pant in reply, circling my hips slightly on his lap as I adjust to him. Then I raise myself up and push down again, his hips snapping up to meet mine.

  His fingers dig into my hips, helping me raise myself up and pushing me down. We strike a fast pace, skin slapping against each other, every ridge of his cock disappearing eagerly into me. I slam down as hard as I can, trying to take him deep into my body, and his hips thrust up over and over again.

  Then his cock hits a certain spot in my body and I stop with a strangled scream as my vision goes white. When my eyes clear, Seth is grinning wickedly at me as his hands encourage me to raise myself back onto my knees until only the tip is left in me. Then he pulls me down, his hips snapping up at a different angle to before, and pleasure wracks me as my g-spot is struck again.

  “More, more,” I sob, my movements become frantic and desperate as I rock against him. “I need more of you in me, fuck me deep, Seth!”

  “I’m going to fuck you and come so deep inside you that you’ll feel it for days,” Seth promises in a low voice.

  I choke on the heat that’s surrounding us. I can barely breathe, and lust is ravaging me, wrecking me as I cry and thrust helplessly. I’m barely moving on my own anymore, too overwhelmed to do so, and Seth just grips hard and rocks into my body, the chair creaking beneath us.

  Then he suddenly stands, my legs latching around his waist to keep him in me, and my back hits the mattress of the bed. My legs fall open and my hands grip his shoulder as he adjusts the angle and drives into me over and over again, plowing so deeply inside me that I’m seeing stars.

  “Take all of it,” Seth growls. “Take every inch of me into your body.”

  “Yes!” I cry out.

  The pleasure is almost painful now, and I writhe, sobbing, seeking release. It builds and builds and builds; the inferno blazing through me, trying desperately to drive myself over the edge as I buck my hips forward, taking more and more of him, almost impossibly deep…

  I start awake with a cry, barely aware of where I am. T
he world around me is far too hot, and my body is trembling. My legs are spread on the mussed sheets, and two of my fingers are already in my body, chasing my orgasm in my sleep. Too far gone, needing more, I throw my head back and groan, images from my dream still haunting me.

  I could imagine it was Seth’s finger, pushing inside me to prepare me for something larger. I push in further, massaging the inner walls, and my legs tremble from all the overwhelming sensations. My other hand is shaking as it skates across my body, exploring every inch of it as though it was the first time, until I find a sensitive spot just inside my leg, and I pinch it, imagining someone’s teeth closing lightly over the skin. Pleasure races through me, and I fall off the edge, into a pool of fire as my back arches off the bed.

  When the sensations recede, I lie still for a moment, dropping both hands from my body, trying to calm my racing heart. Reality returns around me, and I’m back in my bed, alone, blinking sleep from my eyes. Catching my breath, I look up at the ceiling as my trembling subsides.

  Then I turn my head and look at the clock. I slept longer than I had expected. If I don’t leave soon, I’ll be late for work.

  A wave of loneliness, almost as strong as the pleasure that had rocked me, comes over me. It was great to imagine that Seth was here, and having his image in my mind as I touched myself just makes my desires more powerful.

  But it is always afterward that is the hardest; when it strikes me that Seth isn’t here, that no one is. When I have to pick myself up and move on with my life and remember that nothing has changed.

  Sometimes, that instant of gratification is almost not worth this.

  With a sigh, I roll out of bed. I am sweaty, now, and I need a quick shower, despite having taken one earlier. I don’t want to go into work smelling of sweat and self-pleasure, after all.

  One day, I tell myself, things will be different. I will catch Seth’s eye, and show him everything that I have. In return, I will take what he gives me, and explore him as much as I am able.

  Until that day, I will just live my life as I always have. I will go to work, watch him from afar and try to paint.

  It is all I can do right now.

  Chapter Three

  Seth

  “Heading out?”

  I look up at the sound of my secretary’s voice, giving him a tired smile as he leans in the doorway.

  “About to,” I say. “You?”

  “Nah, my boss has given me a crazy amount of paperwork to finish,” he says, and then grins. “But, if you insist, I can leave it until tomorrow.”

  I laugh, shaking my head at him. Jason Grant has been my secretary for three years now, and he is brilliant at his job. He also isn’t as intimidated by wealth and station as everyone else seems to be; he is always around the corner with a joke, and he never lets anything get him down, even when I overload him with work because I’m already overloaded.

  “That’s probably a good idea,” I say, standing and stretching. “We’ve done a lot, today; we can finish tomorrow. It’s getting late, after all.”

  “Late” is an understatement. It’s already nine o’clock at night. Alicia, my five-year-old daughter, is likely already in bed, and Yvonne, her latest nanny, is probably impatiently waiting for me to get home so that she can return to her own bed.

  “Everything alright?” Jason asks me, peering at me closely.

  “I think Yvonne is going to quit,” I admit, voicing the worry that had been on my mind all week. “Yesterday, Alicia pretended to be hiding outside, and Yvonne spent most of the day in the heat, searching for her. When she came back in, she found that Alicia had eaten an entire tub of ice cream.”

  Jason winces. “Ouch. But she’s still there after that, so that has to count, right? It’s only been a few weeks with this one.”

  “One week,” I correct glumly, not wanting to remember how many nannies I have gone through this year alone. “I really thought Georgia, the last nanny, was going to stay; she was there for two months, the longest yet.”

  “Yeah, what happened to her, anyway?” Jason asks curiously.

  I grimace at the memory. “Alicia dig up some worms and put them in her hair. That, apparently, was the last straw for her.”

  “Hate to say it, but that would have been the last straw for me, too,” Jason says.

  “I know, I wasn’t surprised… It just made things more difficult,” I sigh. “Barely anyone is applying for the position anymore. Yvonne came in at the last minute. If she leaves, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

  “Bring Alicia to work?” Jason suggests.

  We both take a moment to consider my five-year-old daughter being in the office. We both shudder.

  “No,” I said firmly. “I don’t think that will be a good idea.”

  I love my daughter. Alicia is the only thing I have left of my wife who passed away four years ago. I would give her the world if I could. Unfortunately, Alicia is not so great with being separated from me, and she is an absolute terror to her nannies in the hopes that I will come home and stay with her.

  It’s getting to the point where working from home may be the only option available to me. I don’t even want to think about trying to find a new nanny if Yvonne leaves…but I also know, based on how my most recent nanny has been speaking lately, that I am going to have to face this problem very soon.

  “She’d run riot,” Jason agrees with a laugh. “Either that, or she’d be ruling the place within the week.”

  I sigh and pull myself to my feet, tugging my jacket back into place. Neither Yvonne or Alicia (if she is still awake) would care if my clothes weren’t pristine, but I am always uncomfortably aware of the fact that their eyes are always on me. Alicia is too young to be affected by articles about me and, by association, her, but, one day, she will be old enough to look back and see what the world thought of us. I am determined to make sure she reads nothing but good things.

  “I’d better get home,” I say, picking up my briefcase.

  Jason waves me off, hurrying back to his desk to grab his possessions, and I head down to the atrium, giving the receptionist a tired wave. She smiles back just as wearily, and I suppress a yawn as I leave through the tall, automatic glass doors.

  My car is already waiting for me, idling on the curb, exactly as I knew it would be. I sent Matt, my driver, a message a half hour ago to let him know how much longer I would be, and he is where I want him to be, on the dot, as always.

  “Thanks,” I say to Matt as I slide into the back seat.

  “No problem,” Matt says with a small smile. He flicks his indicator on and joins the traffic. “Did you have a good day at work?”

  “A busy day,” I said with a shrug. “Now I have to get home and see what my daughter has done to her nanny this time.”

  Matt chuckled. “She’s your daughter, all right; stubborn as a mule, and determined to get her way.”

  “I could have done without her inheriting the stubbornness,” I sigh. “I wish she got her mother’s temperament.”

  Rose, my beautiful wife, was gentle and kind, and it is still a shock that the world could have taken her the way it did. I close my eyes and lean back; there are still days when her loss hurts.

  “She just has some separation anxiety,” Matt says, bringing me back to the present. “She’ll get over it.”

  “When?” I ask, grimacing. “She starts school next year. Is she going to terrorize her teachers until I have no choice but to homeschool her? I hoped that the nannies could teach her and help her get ready for school, but they spend most of their time running after her and ducking whatever she throws at them!”

  “Have some patience,” Matt says. “I think it will all be fine.”

  I sigh. It’s an easy thing for him to say. He isn’t the one who has to juggle an international company and a daughter that runs off every nanny I try to employ for her.

  If only there was someone out there who could handle Alicia. As it is, I spend half my time at work worrying about how
my daughter is doing, and whether she has finally managed to run a nanny off before I get home. I need someone who can both keep Alicia in line and be kind to her.

  “Have you tried any of the nanny agencies?” Matt asked. “Aren’t they trained for this sort of thing?”

  I give Matt an incredulous look. Then I remember that he has only been in my employment for three months.

  “I did,” I inform him. “It was the first place I looked. But it was no good. All of them left.”

  Matt whistles. “Your daughter is a master.”

  “Don’t I know it,” I say glumly.

  We pull up at the house and I stare at it for a long moment. The gardens are dark and there is only a single light on downstairs, which is a contrast to the quaint home next door, which is lit up with tiny, solar lights dotting the yard.

  “Better go face the music,” Matt advises.

  “Right,” I say, shaking myself from my musings. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Matt, thank you.”

  I leave the car and close the door behind me. As I walk up the path, I hear it depart, leaving me alone to face the large, almost empty house, and the angry nanny who is no doubt waiting for me.

  Still, as Matt said, I need to face her sooner or later. I count to ten, draw in a breath, and open the front door.

  Yvonne is standing in the hall, waiting for me. Her thin arms are crossed, her lips are pressed into a tiny line, and her shoulders are stiff. It’s a bad sign.

  “Yvonne,” I greet, trying to smile at her.

  Then I notice the bandage on her head, and I close my eyes briefly, praying for patience. I know what will happen next.

  “Accident?” I ask.

  “There was a car on the stairs,” Yvonne says stiffly. “I went up the stairs to find Alicia and returned downstairs when I could not find her. The car appeared in the time between.”

  I wince. “Sorry.”