Singe Dad on Tap

by Cathryn Fox

  “Can I…” she begins, but lets her words fall off.

  “Can you what?” I ask. I give her a minute to respond, but she shies away. “No way. None of that. No holding back. We’re friends. Ask whatever it is you want to ask. Be honest with me so I can make this good for you, and give you what you need.”

  “I…can I touch you?” she asks, and my dick jumps. Okay, that I wasn’t expecting, and fuck yeah.

  “You want to touch my cock?”

  Her head bobs up and down, and even though she appears eager, I can sense her nervousness, feel the intimidation radiating off her in waves. Her innocence is a real mindfuck.

  “You’re sure you want to?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says, her voice full of conviction.

  I kneel on the bed, position myself between her legs. She sits up straighter, and her mouth is slightly parted as she takes me into her warm hands. I groan and toss my head back as she begins a slow exploration, weighing me, and testing my girth as she lightly rubs her fingers over my tightly stretched skin, taking her time to circle my crown, and outline every hard ridge.

  “Fuck.” I dip my head to see her. “That feels good, Liv,” I say, as I visualize my cock between those lush lips. As if reading my thoughts, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth. I grip her mess of long curls, and follow the motion of her head as she takes me to the back of her throat. The heat of her mouth wraps around me, so goddamn good my dick jumps in her mouth. My cock aches, craving to be inside her hot pussy, but not wanting to put an end to this sweet torment. Fuck, I don’t remember a blow job ever being so incredibly torturous before. She moans against my cock and the vibrations reach my aching balls. My heart crashes harder, and I take fast breaths as she takes me deeper, until I hit the back of her throat and she chokes. I ease my cock from her mouth.

  “Easy,” I say as my dick dangles inches from her gorgeous mouth. She crinkles her nose. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  She dips her finger into my pre-come and spreads it over my crown. “I’m not very good at this, am I?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m ready to shoot down your throat.”

  “Really?” she asks, her eyes widening.

  “Yeah, really.” I say and shake my head. “You are so goddam hot, Liv.”

  Before I can lay her out and have my way with her, she takes me back into her mouth. A moan catches in her throat as she sucks on me, a little more confidence in her as she explores me with her tongue. I let her lick me, cradle my balls, and take me as deep as possible. Yeah, I let her do all those things, all the while I’m silently reciting the alphabet so I don’t lose control and shoot down her throat. I need to be inside her when I let go.

  “Liv, you’re going to have to stop. You’re fucking killing me.”

  I pull back and my cock plops from her mouth. She wipes the dampness off her lips with the back of her hand, and even though that shouldn’t be sexy, it is when she does it.

  “My turn,” I say and give her a little shove until she’s on her back. “Yeah, my turn to touch you all over. You want that, don’t you, Liv?”

  “Yes,” she says her voice needy and breathless.

  “If I put my hand in your panties, am I going to find you all hot and wet for me?” She gulps. “Tell me.”

  “Yes,” she says.

  “Did sucking my cock turn you on?”

  She puts her fingers to her mouth, like she can still feel my cock inside. “Oh, God, Jesse.”

  “Did it?” I push. She might be shy and innocent, but there’s no doubt she likes it when I talk to her like this.

  “Yes.”

  I settle myself beside her. “When I put my cock in here,” I say, and slide my hand into her yoga pants, “you’re not going to hold back, right? You’re going to ride me hard, take what you need?” I toy with the band on her panties, pulling on them so they’re snug against her clit.

  “I am,” she moans and her hips lift, so damn eager and responsive to everything I do.

  I chuckle. “Good, so first things first.” I reposition, and kneel between her legs. “These pants have to go.”

  “Yes, please,” she says, her voice low and breathless, as her chest rises and falls erratically. Goddammit, I love how hot this woman is for me.

  Me.

  Not Colin.

  But then one working brain cell reminds me this is to help her with Colin.

  Shit, yeah right. I want her to find someone she can be happy with, but right now, in this moment with her writhing beneath me, her body mine to do with as I please, I don’t want her to be thinking about anyone other than me, and all the pleasure I’m bringing her.

  I slide my hands under her sweet ass, taking pleasure in her soft voluptuous shape as I tug her pants down, exposing her gorgeous curvy hips, and lacy underwear. Fuck, this woman is sexy. I want to jump up and turn the lights on to get a better look, but she wanted them off, and that would require me to get off the bed. Now that I’ve got her right where I want her, I’m not going anywhere. No, instead I’m going to savor every inch of her, until she’s moaning my name and begging for more.

  I toss her pants aside, and move deeper between her legs. I widen my fingers and dip beneath her T-shirt to slide it upward. She quivers when I reach her breasts, and I brush my thumb over her nipples. They swell and poke against her lace bra.

  “Sit up?”

  She immediately obliges, and I chuckle at the urgency in her, although who am I to talk? I suddenly feel like a hormonal teen about to get his rocks off for the first time. I can’t decide if it’s her innocence or eagerness that does that to me.

  “Take your shirt off,” I command in a soft voice.

  She grips the hem and peels it over her head. I groan as she bares herself to me. I stare, my mouth watering as I gaze at her puckered nipples through her bra. She lifts her hands, like she’s about to cover herself, uncomfortable under my careful scrutiny, but I shake my head no to stop her.

  “Keep going,” I say, and she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. I nearly bite my fucking tongue off as her full, lush breasts spill free. I just wish I could see them better. I guess I’ll have to feel my way around.

  “Beautiful,” I say and give her a little shove until she’s back on the pillow. Her hands creep up to grab the slats in the headboard, and a grin plays with the corners of my mouth. This sweet girl wants me to take charge.

  Then take charge I will.

  7

  Olivia

  I can’t freaking believe this is happening. Tara was right. Sometimes bad ideas are the best. As I consider that, guilt niggles at me. Maybe I should have corrected him. It’s obvious when I mentioned Colin’s name, and was about to explain that I didn’t really want to be with him, Jesse misunderstood. I should have come clean then and there, right?

  His growl of want ripples over my breast, and that measure of guilt is quickly replaced by a new kind of excitement. Need races through my veins as he falls over me, his cock pressing hard against my leg as he swipes his hot tongue over one puckered nipple, and tweaks the other with his thumb and finger. I whimper and moan and lift my hips, so goddamn needy I fear I’m going to spontaneously combust.

  How can I possibly rectify the situation now, when this is soooo good? When it comes right down to it, I am inexperienced, and would like to learn a little more in the bedroom.

  Way to try and make this sound right, Olivia.

  He flattens his tongue, and swirls it around my nipple and I feel the tug all the way to my core. I want this. I want him. It might not be smart, and I fear there could be repercussions, but under the circumstances, my lust-rattled brain is beyond making any sort of rational decisions.

  Yeah, this is for sure happening.

  Forgetting everything—including girl code—I give in to the things this man makes me feel. Desperate to explore his body, my hands go to his hair and I rake my fingers through his soft strands, holding his mouth to my breast like some shameless woman ou
t for all she can get. Is this out of character for me? I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been with one guy, so I’m not really sure what I like, don’t like, or how brazen or shy I’ll act in the heat of the moment.

  Speaking of heat…

  He draws one nipple into his mouth, and lightly presses down with his teeth. Pain and pleasure mingle, and hit all my erogenous zones on a lazy path to my sex. He bites down a little harder, like he’s testing me, and I moan. He slides his finger into my panties and circles my clit, teasing until I’m panting like a Saint Bernard in a hot car—in Hawaii.

  “Please,” I cry out, and arch up as he takes control of our play.

  “Need something, Liv?” he asks, as my nipple pops from his hot mouth.

  “You know I do,” I say, and he parts my netherlips with deft fingers. This guy definitely knows his way around a woman’s body. I jerk forward and his chuckle wraps around me.

  “Hands on the headboard. Now.”

  I do as he commands, and he presses hot, open-mouth kisses to my stomach as one thick finger teases my sex with the promise of things to come. He toys with me, offering me his finger up to the first knuckle, but it’s not enough, not nearly enough—especially after seeing what he’s working with between his legs. I whimper and moan, ready to lose my ever-loving mind.

  Touch me already.

  “Something on your mind, Liv?” he asks as sexual frustration grips me hard. I lift my head and his deep sexy gaze bores into me, touching and awakening places that have been dormant my entire life. Never have I ever been so needy for anything—anyone.

  “Put it all the way inside me, please,” I manage to get out through my labored breathing.

  “Ah, so that’s what you want,” he says and I never knew he was such a tease in the bedroom. Of course, I don’t know anything about him in the bedroom—other than what I’d fantasized about over the years. But I guess that’s all about to change.

  “Yes.”

  “I can definitely help with that.” He dips into me, and I let out a gasp as my eyes roll into the back of my head. He pushes deep, his thick finger widening me as the heel of his hand presses on my swollen clit. With Jesse, talented man that he is, there’s no awkward fumbling, no banging of heads or uncomfortable silence in the dark. No, everything in the way he’s touching me is perfection and all I’m experiencing is pure bliss.

  I lift my hips, grind against his palm as I clench down on my teeth. Pleasure licks over my flesh, igniting every inch of my body. On fire for this man, I cry out. “That feels incredible.”

  “Yeah, it does,” he says, and pulls his finger almost all the way out, only to slide it back in again. His low growl of pleasure nearly sends me over the edge. “You’re so tight and wet, Liv. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

  His cock presses against my thigh, giving me a good indication, but do I dare tell him that being around him always makes me wet, always has? I fantasize about taking him into my mouth again, sucking on him until he comes down my throat. A hard tremor wracks my body. God, who knew that would turn me on so much. Honestly, there are so many things I want to try, to experience—with Jesse.

  “You like this. You like getting fucked by my finger?” He moves his stiff finger in and out, long hard strokes that take me to the precipice so fast it leaves my head spinning.

  “God, yes.”

  “Is there anything else you want in here?” he asks.

  “I want your cock,” I blurt out, and he grins.

  “Good, because you’re going to get it. Right after you come all over my hand and mouth so I can taste you.”

  As pleasure builds in my body—I clearly love this dirty side of Jesse—I can’t believe how close I am to climaxing. I should probably be embarrassed, and I probably would be if I was rolling around with someone other than my neighbor. His complimentary words, and the way he touches me puts me at ease, makes me feel a little more comfortable in my own skin. He pulls his finger from my core, and I whimper at the loss.

  “Jesse,” I murmur, but my protest turns to a moan when he slides down the bed and puts his mouth on my sex. “I…holy God,” I cry out. His masterful tongue glides over my clit as his finger once again finds its way inside me. He laps at me, licks me hard as he slides his finger in and out of my wetness. “Yes, like that. Just like that,” I murmur, inhibitions a thing of the past.

  He glances up at me, and I can just imagine how I look. Glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, my big breasts rising and falling with pleasure. It’s dark in the room, so I’m not sure how well he can see, but I’m not interested in him turning on the lights, even though I’d love a better look at all his delicious nakedness.

  He grins at me, like he’s pleased with the state I’m in, like he’s pleased he put this look on my face. He turns his attention back to my needy body, and a cry catches in my throat as he pushes another finger in for a deliciously snug fit. My moan of pleasure curls around us, and he growls, looking like he’s about to come undone from finger-fucking and tasting me.

  “I’m so close,” I cry out, my entire body quaking.

  He applies more pressure to my clit, and brushes the rough pad of his finger over the hot bundle of nerves inside me, and a second later, my hips are off the bed, my clit banging against his face as I ride his finger. I gasp, the world closing in on me as my legs go weak, my hot juices spilling free, soaking his hand and face as he eases up on my clit, giving me space to ride out the pleasure.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs from deep between my legs. He licks at my sopping wet sex and breathes in the heady scent of my arousal as I lay there panting, reveling in each and every hard pulse between my legs, totally lost in the moment. My body finally stops spasming, and I go up on my elbows to glance at the man still between my legs. Heaven. That’s the only way I can describe the sensations in my body.

  “You were wrong. So fucking wrong,” he says, and panic erupts inside me. What the hell was I wrong about? Agreeing to let him pretend to be my boyfriend, or falling into bed with him?

  His head lifts, and his intense eyes lock on mine and steal my breath. “Yesterday you told me you weren’t made of sugar, but you have to be otherwise you’d never be this sweet.”

  My God, who is this dirty talking, take-charge guy? He’s so different from my gentlemanly neighbor, and I have to say I love this side of him just as much.

  “I can’t wait to get my cock in here.” My pulse jumps as he moans, like he’s savoring the taste of me. He swipes his tongue over his lip, and takes his cock into his hand again. My sex pulses in anticipation. I can’t quite believe this is happening and that I’m finally going to feel this man inside me.

  “Jesse,” I gulp, and reach for him.

  “You want this, Liv?” he asks, his voice so deep and hoarse, I barely recognize it.

  He strokes his cock and I openly stare. “Yes, I want you inside me.”

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  A violent quiver pulses through me as he trails his hand over my stomach, until he’s touching my breasts. “These are so beautiful, I’d like to fuck them, but I need to be inside you right now.” He toys with my full breasts, and squeezes one in his big hand. I blossomed early and the boys used to tease me relentlessly. I was always a little self-conscious of my size, but right now, with the way Jesse is staring at my breasts, like they’re a prize to be treasured, it boosts my confidence.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I say honestly.

  He nods, like he already knows that, and leans over me to grab something out of his nightstand. “Your tits are perfect for fucking,” he says, and I gulp air.

  “Maybe that’s something I’d like to try.”

  He tears into the little packet with his teeth and a second later he’s rolling a condom onto his cock.

  “Maybe?” he asks.

  “If you’re giving me lessons, Jesse. I think we should try everything, don’t you?”

  “Then you do want me to fuck these g
orgeous tits?” He strokes my nipples.

  “Yeah,” I murmur.

  He grips his cock harder, and his head goes back as he moves his hand up and down his shaft. Is he imagining his cock between my breasts, shooting off into my mouth? Heat rockets through me at the visual and I have to say, while I love the way he touched me, there is something so erotic in watching him touch himself. Is that strange? A weird fetish? God, I really am out of my element.

  “Something on your mind?” he asks as he falls over me, holding me down with his weight. I lower my lashes. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. You can tell me anything.” He cups my chin and lifts my face to his.

  Serious eyes move over mine, a careful assessment. I trust Jesse, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone, and I want to be open and honest with him. “It’s just…when you hold your cock like that, I kind of…I don’t know. I think I like it.”

  That seems to please him. “Then let me tell you something. I’d love to watch you touch yourself, too. I’d love to stand here, watch you put your fingers into your sweet cunt, and rub your wet clit, but I’d come in seconds flat.”

  Holy God! “Really?”

  “Yeah, really,” he says with a shake of his head, like he can’t believe that I’m questioning that. “You slay me, Liv. You’re killing me with all these voluptuous curves, and all your sweet innocence.”

  “Jesse…”

  “Yeah.”

  Bolder than I ever thought I could be I ask, “Can you put your cock in me now?”

  “Jesus, woman,” he says, and I can’t help but chuckle. “You really are trying to kill me.”

  “No, I’m just trying to get you to fuck me.”

  “Baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll still feel me a week from now.”

  Excitement pulses through me and I put my hands on his shoulders to hang on. His muscles ripple as he widens my legs with his hips and positions his cock at my entrance.

  “Ready for me?”

  God, if he only knew for how long.

  “Yes,” I murmur and wiggle trying to force him in already. I used to have patience, up until about a minute ago. Yeah, I want this. I want him in ways that are frightening.