by Claire Adams
I nodded a little too quickly and knew I looked like a complete fool. “I am. I’m fine, great,” I said, in a sharp, high-pitched voice.
I wasn’t fine at all. I was neurotic. I was horny as hell and fighting the urge to jump the man. I was regretting my decision to bring him back to my apartment. It was late, and I had put Ainsley to bed. He couldn’t even leave now. Had I trapped him? Oh my God. He probably thought I did this on purpose.
“Milo, if you want to leave, I can call an Uber for you.”
I could feel him watching me, utterly exposed. Picking up my glass of wine, I gulped it down.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
I smiled. It was a big, fake cheesy smile. “Yep, I’m great. I just don’t want you to think I brought you here to force you to stay. I didn’t even realize how late it was.”
“It’s eight o’clock,” he commented dryly. “I think I can stay up a little later.”
I laughed. It was a strained laugh and only further revealed my own mini panic attack that was happening. I didn’t know what brought his on, but I doubted it was the same cause as mine. I was in a fit because I wanted sex. Horny wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how turned on I was. He had done absolutely nothing to get me excited, but I was tingling and wet. I could even feel the moisture in my panties.
I should go to bed, I suddenly thought to myself. I could masturbate and take the edge off. Between the erotic dreams, the quick kisses and being around him so much the past week, my body was going haywire.
“I, should, maybe I should go to bed,” I mumbled.
“Are you not feeling good?” he asked with genuine concern.
“I’m fine. Really, I’m okay, I just feel, I don’t know, I think I should get some sleep,” I said, standing and taking my empty glass to the kitchen.
When I turned around, he was right there. “I can tell something’s wrong. What is it? I’m here, Liza. Whatever you need, I’m here.”
At first, I was going to deny anything was wrong, but then that wild side of me popped out, and I launched myself at him.
He lifted my butt as I wrapped my legs around him while my mouth crushed his. My tongue dove in and I moaned at the taste of him. Everything felt super-enhanced. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. My hips were grinding against him, and within seconds I could feel his hard length pushing back. Another moan bubbled up in my throat as he took control of the kiss.
I felt him moving and briefly opened my eyes. The next thing I knew I was being lowered to my bed with him over the top of me, his mouth still pressed against mine.
“Door,” I murmured.
He stood and walked to the door. I wasn’t wasting any time and stripped off my pants and shirt. By the time he got back, I was down to my panties and bra.
“You’re beautiful. Just like I remembered,” he said reverently, before pulling off his own shorts and shirt.
I gasped at the sight of him. He was all hard muscle and huge. I always managed to forget how big he was until I saw him nearly naked.
“I need you,” I rasped out. “Please,” I begged.
I loved foreplay, and I knew it would be lovely, but my pussy was throbbing with want. I needed him buried inside me. The rest could wait.
He leaned down and passionately kissed me. “I want you so bad. We can go slow.”
“No!” I launched myself off the bed, grabbing his body and spinning him around before pushing him backward onto the bed.
I felt like a feral animal. I was out of my mind with need. I shimmied out of my panties and reached forward to yank down his boxer briefs. I was going to have him. Nothing was going to stop me.
“Liza,” he said, a moment before I climbed over his body, put my hand between my legs as I straddled him and grabbed his hard dick.
Simply touching his cock had me on the verge of an orgasm. I dropped my head back, stroked his length a couple of times before guiding his head into my pussy. The moment I felt his cock at my entrance, I let go of him and slowly, agonizingly slowly, I lowered myself onto him. My body started to cum almost immediately, before he was even all the way inside me.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned as my body soaked his cock. “Oh, shit. Damn, girl. That’s right, let it out, let it go,” he cooed as my body rocked with the powerful orgasm. “Keep going. I’m going to make you cum again. There you go, baby, is that what you wanted?”
I moaned low in my throat, “Yes, yes, I need more,” I groaned before dropping forward onto his chest, my body fully impaled on his dick. I lay there, letting the final spasms of my orgasm roll over my body. He rubbed my back, undid my bra and sat up with me still on top of him.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you, Liza. I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been dreaming about for so long,” he whispered before pulling the bra free and kissing my breasts.
“Please do. I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Milo.”
I dropped my head back and let him have my body in every way he wanted.
Chapter 26
Milo
There was a small arm around my neck and a leg across my thighs. I blinked several times before opening my eyes. It was Liza. Thank God. It hadn’t been a dream. Her face was buried between my shoulder and my neck, and I could feel her hot breath washing over me. I smiled as an idea sprang to mind. I ran my hand down her spine, prepared to have a little love play when a mop of red was suddenly in my line of sight.
Oh shit.
“Daddy!”
I reached for the blankets around my waist and yanked them up, covering myself and Liza’s naked body.
“Daddy!” Ainsley said again.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at the little girl standing beside the bed looking down at me. I used my other hand to try and wake Liza. This was her area of expertise. I had no idea what to say or do.
“Hi, Ainsley,” I croaked out, feeling completely out of my element. I had a feeling I was beet red. I was embarrassed and a little ashamed to be caught naked in bed with the little girl’s mother. It all felt very wrong. Right, but wrong on another level.
“Did someone draw on you?” she asked, pointing to my arm. “Mom says you’re not supposed to let people draw on you because it doesn’t wash off,” she lectured me.
I looked at her and was afraid to answer. Did I tell her it was permanent? Tell her it was a combination of ink and needles that made the pictures?
“Liza,” I murmured, hoping she would wake up and save me. “Liza, our daughter is here,” I said and then froze.
Our daughter. The words felt weird on my lips. That funny feeling that had nearly caused me to pass out in the parking lot last night crept in. I could feel my brain starting to swim, and the blood was swooshing in my ears.
Then, everything calmed. Ainsley was tracing one of the tattoos with her finger and chattering away. The roaring sound in my ears faded and I focused on what she was saying.
“I like this one the best. Is this a flower?”
I looked down at my arm and nodded my head. It was a black rose. It was one of the first tats I had put on my body. At the time, it was supposed to signify the death of my childhood. I had gotten it the day I turned eighteen. Since then, my arms had been colored in with various pictures and words that were meant as reminders to be strong and keep reaching higher.
“It’s a rose,” I explained, not wanting to get into the dirty details.
“What’s this?” she asked pointing to a Chinese symbol that was supposed to signify warrior.
“That means warrior,” I explained.
While I answered Ainsley’s questions, I was squeezing Liza’s ass below the covers, trying to wake her up.
“I’m hungry,” the little girl said, clearly bored with the perusal of my tats.
“Me too,” I replied, realizing I was really hungry. Last night I had worked up quite an appetite.
“Is Mommy still sleeping?” she asked, clearly irritated.
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nbsp; I pulled the covers back a few inches to uncover her face. Liza was smiling up at us both.
“You’ve been awake this whole time?” I asked incredulously. Wanting to yell at her for making me go through the last several minutes that had been very uncomfortable at the very least.
Ainsley was standing very close to the bed, eyeballing me and Liza. I couldn’t move and felt pinned under the blanket. My clothes were scattered between the bed and the door, and if I pulled on the sheet to cover myself, I would expose Liza. I was trapped. It was like one of those naked on a public bus nightmares.
“Ainsley, you can watch some SpongeBob before school. I’ll be right out,” Liza told her.
I ran my finger up her spine, causing her to shiver. “There’s no school today. Remember? It’s that long break you’ve been looking forward to. Winter break!”
Ainsley cheered. “No school!”
“Oh, goodness. I forgot. Good. Then we can sleep in,” she said, with a sexy grin.
“Ainsley’s awake!” I said, horrified by her innuendo. I couldn’t even think about that with the little girl standing six inches away.
Liza giggled, “I was teasing. I suppose you two are hungry?”
“Yes!” Ainsley and I both said with a great deal of enthusiasm.
“Okay,” she said with a long sigh. “I’ll make breakfast. Ainsley, you can go watch TV for a bit, and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay,” the little girl said and bounced out of the room.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “That was close. I think you need a lock on the door.”
She laughed as she pushed back the covers and sat up, exposing her breasts. I did what any straight man would do. I reached up and grabbed a handful before propping myself up on one elbow to take a nipple in my mouth. The touch was all I needed to create a tent under the covers.
Liza smiled, kissed me and got out of bed. “Sorry, I’ve got to make breakfast for a couple of hungry redheads.”
I groaned. I wanted her again, but it wasn’t going to happen with our daughter in the other room.
Mesmerized, I watched as she slowly pulled on a t-shirt and panties, holding my gaze the whole time. It was a reverse striptease, but just as effective. If only she could just wear that. I groaned when she pulled on a pair of pajama shorts before leaving the room. I quickly threw on my underwear and shorts and followed her out. I was going to be semi-hard all day after watching that little show.
Liza was in the kitchen. I took advantage of the wall between the kitchen and living room and molested her while she stood in front of the stove. My mouth moved over her neck, kissing and nibbling as I moved from one side to the other. I could feel her breathing hard and knew she was primed. Last night had been all about me exploring her body and learning all of those little signs that told me she liked a certain touch or move.
“I want you,” I whispered into her ear while standing behind her. My dick was hard and pushing against her butt. I pushed against her, a small thrust, imitating what I really wanted to do. The drone of a laughing SpongeBob coming from the other room was music to my ears. It meant our daughter was otherwise occupied.
I heard her gasp and felt her shudder. That was my green light to keep going. I planned on taking full advantage of every minute of alone time we had.
I ran a hand around her waist and plunged below the elastic waist of the very short shorts she had on. My hand went directly between her legs. I pressed my palm against her pussy, giving her that pressure I knew she liked. She moaned and pressed against me.
I slid one finger in and began to lick and suck her neck while I manipulated her clit. She was dripping wet, and I knew she was close. Her ass was pressing against me, grinding against my hard dick. I quickly lost myself in the moment, determined to bring her to orgasm right there in the kitchen. I felt it building within her the moment I slid my finger inside her slick sheath. The woman could go from zero to explosive orgasm in a few seconds flat. I loved it.
“Milo,” she whispered, then a low sound hissed out of her mouth. She brought one of her hands up and covered her mouth, muffling the sound as her body stiffened seconds before she started to cum all over my finger.
“Thatta girl,” I whispered in her ear. She bucked against me as I pushed a second finger in, drawing out her orgasm.
When her body relaxed, I pulled my fingers out, kissed her on the cheek and headed for the bathroom to get my raging need under control. I knew it had been risky to do that with Ainsley in the other room, but I had to touch her, to feel her cumming again.
I splashed some cold water on my face and took a few long deep cleansing breaths before I headed back into the kitchen.
Ainsley was sitting on the counter, stirring something in a bowl.
“Hi, Daddy! I’m helping Mom make pancakes!”
I stared at the two women standing there in their pajamas and that now familiar feeling crushed over me. I reached out and put a hand against the wall to steady myself. Liza looked at me and gave a shy smile. Her cheeks were still flushed from the orgasm I had just given her.
I tried to focus on that, but it was no use. I felt like I was drowning and couldn’t quite catch my breath. The room was closing in on me.
“Ainsley, go take Daddy to the table, please,” Liza instructed while she helped the girl off the counter.
The next thing I knew, Ainsley had grabbed my hand and was leading me to the table.
Liza set a glass of water in front of me. “Deep breaths. Drink some water,” she said gently.
I reached for the glass and took one long drink and then another. Things were easing up. I didn’t feel caught in a vice. I could breathe again and my vision cleared.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, a little embarrassed by my behavior.
She shrugged and went back to the stove to flip the pancake in the pan. Ainsley crawled up into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and held on for dear life. She was like an anchor for my very soul. If I held onto her, I could get through whatever storm was brewing in my brain. I wasn’t prone to panic attacks, but something was off. Something was freaking me out.
Not something, someone. Two someones to be exact. Ainsley and Liza were giving me hopes and dreams I had never thought I wanted. I didn’t want a family. Families broke and kids were left scarred and alone. I didn’t want to do that to any child.
Together, we watched Liza cook our breakfast.
“Sorry, no meat again,” she said with a grin.
I shrugged a shoulder. “It’s okay. I can live without bacon—today.”
“Your heart will thank you for it,” she joked.
I smiled, not agreeing with her, but it was her house.
“Ainsley, come grab the plates please and help me set the table.”
“I can help,” I offered.
She looked at me and shook her head. “It’s probably best if you stay seated.”
I knew she was right. I had nearly collapsed a few minutes ago. I certainly didn’t want to risk another episode and scare Ainsley. I sat and watched mother and daughter working in the kitchen. Once again, that feeling of being underwater began to fill my ears, and my breathing kicked up again. I was losing my damn mind.
Chapter 27
Liza
I set the stack of pancakes on the table before I noticed Milo going into another one of those panic attacks he seemed to have recently become prone to in the last twenty-four hours.
“Are you okay?” I said, in a hushed voice, not wanting to alarm Ainsley.
She was happily dumping syrup over her pancake and humming the SpongeBob theme song.
He looked at me and blinked rapidly several times. “Yeah.”
I wasn’t going to say anything now, but I meant to talk to him later. The guy had a paralyzing fear of family. The team had their own psychiatrist on staff. I thought it would be a really good idea for Milo to sit down and talk with the doctor. I had a feeling he would object to the idea, but I would find a way to persuade him.
> “Want pancakes?” I asked him, trying to give him something else to focus on.
I wasn’t sure exactly what had triggered the most recent attack, but I had noticed yesterday it happened immediately after Dad mentioned the family dinner. Then again, this morning when Ainsley and I had been cooking in the kitchen. I knew it was a very homey, family scene and it freaked him out. I knew that, but did he know that?
“Yes, please,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I stabbed a couple pancakes with my fork and put them on his plate. “Ainsley, can you hand Daddy the syrup please?”
I waited to watch his response. We’d had breakfast together before and it had been fine. I had a feeling this morning was different because of what had happened between us last night. He didn’t need to worry that I was going to demand his hand in marriage or ask him to move in. I would let him know that as well, I thought to myself.
We managed to get through breakfast without any further freak-out episodes.
“I have to get to practice,” he said, leaning over and kissing me.
We had been sitting together on the couch, snuggling while Ainsley played and watched television.
I kissed him back, “Will we see you tonight?”
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
“Are you going to be okay?”
He nodded, “Yes, sorry about all that.”
“Maybe we can talk later?” I asked, looking at Ainsley pointedly, making sure he understood it was an adult-ears-only kind of conversation. Plus, I really wanted to get him alone again. He had flipped a switch inside me and I couldn’t seem to get enough sex. I wanted more and more and more.
“Yeah, we’ll see how dinner goes. I’m going to call for an Uber,” he said, grabbing his phone.
“Oh, I can take you. I forgot you didn’t have your car here.”
“No, you two stay here and enjoy your day. I’ll be fine.”
Once he left, I quickly showered and got ready for the day.
“Ainsley, are you ready to put up our Christmas decorations?”
She jumped up and clapped her hands with excitement. I was a little late doing it this year, but with the whole Milo situation, it had been pushed to the back burner. I’d thought about asking if he wanted to help, but now had a feeling that would have sent him into a full-blown panic attack. He was going to need to ease into this fatherhood thing. I knew it would be overwhelming, but he didn’t quite seem to get that and had been ready to jump in with both feet. I bet he was regretting that now.
