And if it had that effect on me when I was alone in my bedroom, I could only begin to imagine what the real thing would feel like.
Tommy Sevens
“I think someone needs a coffee,” Carly mumbled, although it felt like she was shouting. She was acting way too chirpy for my liking.
“Yeah, I’m not usually a fan of over imbibing, so remind me of that next time I say I’m going out.”
Carly started to pull together our breakfast things and the sounds of the cupboards opening and closing, as well as the mugs hitting the counter top, were not helping the delicate state of my head.
“Make me one would you, Carls,” I heard from behind me. I was definitely off my game. I hadn’t even heard Lacey’s car pull up or the front door open and close.
“Hey, Lacey, what’s our plan for today?” Carly shouted from the kitchen, causing me to rest my head in my hands. Why the fuck was everyone shouting?
“Well… I was thinking we could go and check out the high school?” She suggested, her voice rising in question, all kind of nervy and uncertain.
“Really? School?” my daughter replied with shocked excitement. Shit, I wasn’t ready for her to get wrapped up in the school thing yet, and my reasons did nothing to help me overcome my bad mood.
“Lacey, a word,” I demanded and waited for her to approach me. If she didn’t and forced me to have this conversation in front of Carly, she’d have a shock coming. After a split second, during which she seemed to ponder whether to comply, she joined me. I signaled for her to follow me down the hall to my bedroom and when she entered the room, I shut the door behind her.
“What are you playing at?” I barked.
“I just… Well, she can’t hang around the house all day. She needs to be in school.”
“Dammit, Lacey, that’s my fucking decision. There are things to be done first, steps to be taken.” Standing this close to her, I could smell her shampoo, the delicate fragrance of berries that intensified whenever her hair moved. Her eyes were huge and her lips were so plump I would have loved to see them elsewhere on my body. Snapping myself out of my daydream, I registered she still hadn’t answered me. “Well?” I pressed.
“What things?”
“Important things.” Shit, I needed to back away from her. This was not right. I should not have felt so attracted to her and I was fairly certain it was because I shouldn’t have wanted her, which only made me want her more.
All of a sudden, as if she was feeling brave and reading the situation correctly, she stepped into me.
“Tommy,” she whispered, her breathy voice and close proximity making my body react in a way that would be obvious to her if she didn’t back off.
“Don’t,” I gritted out.
“Why?”
“Just fucking don’t. Take her to the damn school but don’t fucking promise her anything.” I stepped away from her and opened the door. “I’ll be back later.” Turning tail like a pussy, I retreated into the bathroom and prayed to God that I was imagining things. I wanted to be sure it wasn’t my over active imagination and lack of recent sexual activity twisting this shit in my head.
When I heard the front door slam and a car engine starting, I slammed my hands down on the basin top. My frustration was mounting and so was the problem in my pants. No amount of pleading with my body made that situation defunct, and as a guy, I knew that the quickest way to short circuit that need was to deal with it. So, unbuckling my belt and lowering my pants, I felt the heady anticipation of what I was about to do. I could already see a tiny drop of excitement urging me on. I quickly licked the palm of my hand and felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as I started to palm myself. Like always, my cock grew harder and bigger as I chased the much needed release. Using my free hand, I reached down and cupped my balls, applying a pressure that heightened my impending journey. Glancing up at the mirror, I took in my flushed face and could hear my breaths growing faster with every shuffle of my wrist. Images of Lacey flooded my mind, wondering what her naked body looked like and whether she liked her pleasure like mine—hard, fast and almost verging on rough.
That’s it. That’s fucking it. Just visualizing taking control of her made it happen. It started, getting close as the feeling surged through my body and rushed forward. With a groan of satisfaction, I pumped faster until my pleasure spurted out and coated the sink.
A noise to my left startled me and I quickly tucked my sagging cock back into my pants and rushed out to see what it was. A small feeling of relief kicked in when I realized the retreating hair was not auburn, but what kind of parent left the bathroom door open when they did that? Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to berate my stupid self for long. It was only slightly better that it was Lacey and not Carly. She had the front door open as I reached her, and I managed to get a palm to it and slam it shut before she could step through it.
“Stop,” I commanded and stepped right into her so my front was flush with her back.
Mistake.
She was perfect. She was so perfect that molding myself around her was like the perfect game of Tetris. We slotted together with ease.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” She was all breathless. “I should have called out. I… I… didn’t mean to…”
“To what?” I grumbled beside her ear.
“To…” This was cruel but I loved how flustered she was. “To watch me jerking off?” A small squeak leaked from her before she nodded her head in confirmation. “Did you like it? Watching? Is that your thing, beautiful Lacey?” I didn’t receive an answer but her body started to tremble as she reached for the door handle again. “Go. Fucking leave, before I do something I can’t stop. Walk the fuck out now before I take what I want.” I could hear her breathing speeding up, and it was starting to make my cock hard again.
In a moment of clarity, I came to my senses and realized I was coming on to the hired help. Not only that, but I was ten years older than her and friends with the people she lived with.
That cold bucket of water doused out any flames that were beginning to burn inside me and I turned and left her before I could make this any fucking worse or more uncomfortable than it already was.
Lacey Talbot
If Carly hadn’t been waiting in the car I’m sure I would have been a big pile of gloop, a complete puddle of female hormones and emotions.
What I glimpsed of Tommy had to be, hands down, the most erotic thing I’d seen so far in my life. Feeling the pure hunger as he watched himself in the mirror was something my imagination would replay on repeat. The feral noise he made when he finally finished had my own juices flowing.
I’d expected him to berate me for invading his privacy, not drive me even more insane with his dirty mouth. The things he said and how hot the words made me feel, had me wondering if there was something wrong with me. Should I have reacted as I did to the things he said?
“Did you tell Tommy?”
“Uh… no, he was on the phone. I’ll text him when we get to the school.” Pulling my composure together, I finally drove off and fought like mad to hide the smile sweeping across my face. The twenty-minute drive to Hawkstown High was consumed by my over-active imagination and Carly’s chatter, of which I realized I’d heard none. Operating on auto pilot, I pulled Tula into a space on the lot and reached for my cell phone.
Me:
A minute went by before I received a reply.
Tommy:
Feeling brave, his words and the distance now between us giving me courage, I took the opportunity to hide behind the cyber space and texted him back.
Me:
My bravery ran out quickly, and I hastily dumped the phone in my purse and headed for the school office.
But my mind was made up.
I wanted him.
I was going to have him.
And very soon.
Tommy Sevens
“That’s a chunk of my h
air and some of what I pulled out of Carly’s hairbrush. It was a new brush so it’s only hers,” I told Oli as I handed him the two zip lock baggies. I’d called Jonas, got the usual grunt down the phone, and told him I’d carry on dealing with Oli.
“You in a rush?”
“What now or for the results?” I asked in confusion.
“Both.” His look was scrutinizing, like he could see inside my head and knew I’d jerked off in front of somebody he treated like a daughter. “How’s it going with Lacey?”
Holy fuck. Not good, not good at all. “Uh, she’s brilliant with Carly,” I began, desperately trying to stick with safe answer territory.
“We suggested she starts the process of getting Carly integrated—you know, school and friends.”
His look was piercing. If I spent much longer here, he’d be one step away from fucking water boarding me to come up with the whole truth. And what would I say? ‘Uh… yeah, she’s a bit young, professional and personal lines have got blurred, but sure, s’all good.’
No. Time to leave.
“I think Lacey was doing a school tour with her this morning.”
“Brilliant. Great news, everything is on track then. So, the friends bit… We’re having a games night, you know, for the young ones, so they can kick back and become independent of their carers. We’ve asked Lacey to bring Carly, assuming you’re happy with that. We’d love to see you there, but that independence also needs to come from you letting her explore things on her own.”
“No, that’s cool. Paperwork from the cab office is mounting up. Let me know when I need to come and collect her.”
We shook hands and I hot footed it out of there. The guilt was ridiculous and I hadn’t even done anything. I mean, thoughts and wet dreams didn’t count, right?
Not expecting Carly home, I grabbed my overflowing pile of expenses and receipts, my seriously overdue books and a couple of cold beers. With my dining room table covered and some old fifties soul music playing, I got down to business. The methodical distraction was good, and if I had to put a positive spin on the change in my life’s direction and the addition of a daughter, I’d have said the business was coping without me being chained to it. My original plan of creating an investment for the future was to have something I could oversee and manage. Sitting looking at the cash still coming in, the drivers on my books and the recorded track of business profit, it was clear I was heading to that point. I’d gotten sucked into driving regularly, but it was obvious now that it had been through boredom rather than necessity. Did I need to be there? Apparently not, but pre-Carly, what else did I have? Nothing.
The CD was playing on a loop, and by the time the books were transformed so an accountant could actually decipher them, I heard a car engine shut off and then a door opening and closing.
“Carly, you’re back early. I’m in the dining room.”
When I received no answer, I began to get suspicious so I grabbed my beer bottle as a weapon and tip toed to the front of the house. When I peeked around the corner, the sight before me had me shaking where I stood. Lacey seemed to be mulling something over, but she was standing there in the tightest little red dress I’d ever seen on a female’s body. Her feet were encased in shoes that gave her a chunk of extra height, and her hair was smooth and draped over one shoulder. Her nerves were clearly kicking in and I could tell she was seconds away from turning tail and bolting out the door.
I should have let that happen.
I should have stayed hidden round the corner, but I couldn’t. She was like a pretty little present, wrapped up in sexy clothes just for me. I decided I’d give her the chance to stop what was surely madness on my part.
“What are you doing here?” I called from where I stood, hiding. I heard her shocked gasp, knowing she understood that I’d already seen her.
“I… um… came to…” Her voice drifted off and she stopped.
“You came to what? Dressed like that, I’d say you came to torture me. Tell me what you’re doing here.”
“You. I came for you,” she whispered. Her throaty admission showed guts and bravery, and like most other times I’d seen her recently, it had my cock moving inside my pants.
“It’s a ballsy move. You’re taking a chance, and how do you know I want you?” I asked, adjusting myself. I mean, it was a seriously ridiculous question. If she could see the wood I was sporting, she’d know I really did want her.
“You told me.”
I finally rounded the corner. I needed to have this conversation face to face. If this was going to happen, I needed to look into the whites of her eyes and see that she understood what she was getting herself into.
“You get this is absolutely fucking insane? Like I’m an old guy, who said some shit when he was pissed. I’d be taking advantage.” The thought of taking advantage of her did things to me, spiking a rise in my body temperature. The thought of this pretty little thing at my mercy was a huge turn on, a complete hunter and prey situation, and it was always a situation that got me off. I took a step closer to her and saw the grit take shape in her features. She seemed determined to see this through.
“You’re not that old.”
“No one can ever know that this has happened. That I’ve fucked you.” I saw her tremble at my vulgar terms. Interesting… Little Lacey gets off on a dirty mouth.
“I know.”
“If we do fuck, and it’s a big if, it’ll be one time. Get it out of our systems then we go back to… whatever.”
“Absolutely,” she replied, but even as I was saying the words I knew it was shit. Women didn’t do fuck buddies, casual or otherwise. They breathed complications and thrived on relationships. Hooking up with Lacey was one big motherfucking complication.
“How far are you willing to go for me, Lacey?”
I expected to see her resolve waver. I expected her to have second thoughts, and if I’d been thinking about what I was doing, I would have pushed for that. I should have done whatever was necessary to make her walk out the door and not lose face, so we could carry on as if none of it had happened. But I didn’t do that and didn’t see fear or the realization of what she was doing kicking in. I saw her level of determination dialing up and she convinced herself so quickly that I knew I wasn’t the only one who’d been thinking what this would actually be like. Lacey was on board so fast she had to have been imagining me taking her and making her scream with a loss of control that I was desperate for.
Holding her head high, she looked me square in the eye and said, “All the way.”
I should have called it quits then and sent her packing. Why the fuck couldn’t I put my daughter’s care and wellbeing first? But when I looked into her eyes, I knew why. Lacey was taunting me and I felt compelled to test her in return.
“Lose the dress. Leave it there and come here.” I watched, praying her nerves would kick in and she’d chicken out, but to my surprise, she carried on with her task. “The shoes stay on.”
Wobbling a little to obey my request, she righted herself and put her feet back in the shoes, continuing to work the rest of the zipper. I had to admire her guts. Her eyes never left mine. When she was done, her arms fell to the sides but the dress was so tight, it stayed put.
“I need help,” she finally admitted, and I could sense the sadness within her at failing her task. She didn’t want to disappoint me.
“Come to me.” I watched again as she wasted no time in complying. Yeah, this one definitely got off on a fucking filthy mouth. The quiet ones always did. When she stopped in front of me, I began to walk around her, circling her like I was viewing a gift. I paused to take in the view from the back.
No bra. Fucking hell.
Her young, perky tits were upright without one and the thought made my mouth water. Her skin was free of artwork or marks. It was smooth and youthful, and when I ran my finger from the back of her neck to the base of her spine, I relished in the tremor that took over her body. I had to do a double take at the G-stri
ng she had on. It was flesh colored and so small it could have been used as a fucking pirate’s eye patch. I was absolutely throbbing now, and like a kid at Christmas, I couldn’t decide which toy to play with first. My brain was busy computing what to do next. First things first, though, I had to unwrap my present. I pushed the dress open from behind, catching her skin with my hands, and then teased it off her slender shoulders, letting it pool around her heeled feet.
As I continued to circle her, looking her up and down, I felt mesmerized by her beauty, and when I finally stopped in front of her, I was able to fully appraise her beautiful pebbled nipples and tiny waist.
“The fact that you don’t have a man is criminal. Lucky for me,” I mumbled.
Her nerves had her fingers tapping against her firm thighs like she was playing an intricate chord on a guitar. With no warning at all, I reached up and made her jump in shock. Holding her eyes, I raised my brows, giving her an out if she wanted it. Once again, she steeled herself and made it clear she wasn’t backing down, so I gently feathered my fingers over Lacey’s left breast, desperate to affirm that this beauty was real and waiting on me.
“Kiss me, Lacey.” I knew I’d been demanding with the women I’d bedded in the past, but never had the control felt this good, this right. Every time she obeyed me, it heightened the expectations I had of her. If this was how Lacey was with her other lovers, why the fuck was she single? Knowing that she was enjoying this, that it was doing things to her, too, spurred me on. If I was going to get to fuck this forbidden fruit just once, I was going to give us both everything we deserved, everything we’d both been feeling that had led us to this very point.
I was so far into this now that if Lacey had changed her mind, I would have been fucking gutted. But predictably, she stepped closer and leaned forward to meet my lips, and in a moment of madness, I grabbed her, picked her up and guided her legs to fold around me as I wandered back to the dining room.
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