by Izzy Slam
“Nothing. We, uh, we just shouldn’t be doing this.” I blow out a hard breath and roll my head around. “We should get back to the house and chill out, then figure out what we’re going to do for dinner. I was thinking maybe—”
Sutton jumps up from her towel in the middle of my sentence and nearly loses her footing, swaying to the right before getting her balance.
“It’s fine,” she blurts out, securing her straps behind her back. “I can take care of myself for dinner. Don’t worry about me.” After jerking the towel up and shaking it out, she leans down and nearly falls again getting the coffee thermos.
I stand up ready to help her in case she falls, but she’s already storming back to the house, her round bottom bouncing with each step.
I take off after her. “Sutton, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You drive me wild, you know? These just aren’t the right circumstances.”
Of course I’m referring to the fact that she’s intoxicated. But the fact that she’s intoxicated is not going to help my case.
And sure enough, Sutton tightens her jaw and her face turns bright red. “No, I get it. I’m just a dopey kid who just lost her parents. I’m the lost little lamb who has nobody now, who needs a free this and a free that. A roof over her head and plenty of food and more food and even more food. And the ironic thing?” She turns to face me and forces an angry smile. “I’m not even hungry!” she says, stomping her foot.
Damn it all to hell, she’s so fucking adorable when she’s angry. But I can also see all that pain on her face and it’s eating me up.
I reach out to her, desperate to pull her into a hug. Which is the last thing she wants as evidenced by the fact that she storms off once again, stomping her feet up the hill.
I let her go this time, knowing that she needs to be alone to cool off. And when she’s sober, if she’s still speaking to me, I will show her just how much I care.
Sutton
I feel like a fool. I shouldn’t have drunk so much rum. And I shouldn’t have hit on my best friend’s dad. And fuck me, did I call him “Daddy?”
Yes, I did, and I loved the way it felt when that word slipped from my lips. It tasted like honey and it just felt right.
But then he put a stop to the activities. And unfortunately, what that means is that I took a situation that was already awkward and made it even more awkward by being so stupid.
After coming back to my room and having a good cry, I ended up falling asleep. And when I woke up, my head was thumping like a jackhammer. I still have a glass of water next to my bed and it’s gone in just a few gulps. I feel weak and dizzy and know that I haven’t been taking care of myself. But I also feel nauseated, so I sneak down the hallway, keeping all fingers and toes crossed I don’t run into Max. I see that his door is closed so I thank my lucky stars. But that silent thank you is riddled with the memories of what we did on the beach just a short while ago. My body craves him. But not just my body. My heart craves him too.
I think of that saying, a drunken tongue speaks a sober mind. All that rum did was give me the courage to go after what I wanted, whether it was wrong or right. But how do I get what happened with him out of my head? I just don’t know.
Once I’m in the kitchen I snack on a few nabs and then head to the shower to wash all the sand and guilt away.
I put on a pair of leggings and a tank top and grab my phone to summon the nearest Uber. And within the half hour, I’m at the local grocery store and picking out some things for dinner. My parent’s attorney, who was also a close friend of theirs, transferred some money into my account, so the least I can do is buy my own shit and not depend on Autumn’s dad to support me through this. I even grab some things to make for our dinner, a recipe my mom taught me a few years ago.
When I get back to the lake house, I bang into the door with all the bags I’m carrying. Max is on the phone looking haggard as hell. And when he sees me, he lets out an exhaustive breath.
“Never mind, she’s back. Thanks for your help.” He tosses his phone aside and runs a hand through his hair. “Christ. I was worried about you.”
I hold up the bags. “Okaaaay. All I did was Uber to the grocery store. You were in your room and I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Next time, bother me,” he clips out.
“Okay. Sorry. Clearly I don’t know all the rules just yet.”
Rules. Like, don’t drink then hit on your friend’s dad.
He shakes his head and reaches for the bags. “It’s okay. I don’t mean to snap. Here, let me help you with these.”
“I got it, really.” I walk past him and into the kitchen where he follows me. “Next time I go somewhere, I’ll let you know.”
“That would be good. And honestly, Sutton, it’d probably be best if I chauffeured you around for a while, until you learn where everything is.”
“Okay.” I start to tell him I’m pretty sure most Uber drivers are locals who know where everything is, but I just don’t feel like arguing.
He starts helping me unpack the groceries, and I can feel his stare hitting me pretty hard as I’m loading some things into the fridge.
“I know you want to feel like you have some independence here, but I’m happy to buy whatever you need at the store.” I flick my gaze in his direction and he holds up his hands. “It’s not because I’m trying to babysit you, or force feed you.” He emphasizes that last part, reminding me of my outburst earlier. “I just think it would be wise for you to save your money for college. Besides, with Autumn gone …” He pauses, bites his lower lip. “Well, I had just gotten used to shopping for the two of us. So...”
His voice goes tight, and then he turns on his heels, walking out of the kitchen. My throat squeezes, and all of a sudden, whatever self-pity I was feeling shifts into being overwhelmed with sympathy for him.
We’re both hurting. It hadn’t even occurred to me that Autumn’s abrupt departure would impact him. But it obviously has. And why shouldn’t it? She’s his only kid. And this is his first time away from her for an extended period of time. We’re both experiencing our own kind of loss.
I walk down the hall, the tension from what happened this afternoon still crawling all over me. And it multiplies when I stop short of his bedroom door and see him holding onto the front of his dresser, leaning forward with his head hanging low.
I tap on the door but he barely looks to the side.
“I’m sorry about Autumn. That she had to leave. I know it’s hard for you.”
He smiles so softly at me I wonder if it hurts. “Thank you. That’s very sweet.”
“Yeah, sure.” I rub my hands together and wait for him to say something, anything that indicates he’s sorry for rejecting me this afternoon. He just pushes up and turns around, leaning his backside against the dresser and rubbing his chin.
“My loss is nothing compared to yours, Sutton. It’s just so weird that she’s not here. She spent a whole month here last summer with me and I was looking forward to having here for good.” He swallows hard, and I have to wonder if he’s fighting tears. “I was looking forward to having the both of you.”
Heat ripples through my core and I step into his room. More like I get pulled into his room. God, the way he’s looking at me. “Well, I’m still here.”
He blinks slowly, and his chest expands as he pulls in a deep breath. “I’m aware of that, Sutton.”
His gaze moves over me and I amble towards him, feeling my pulse quicken. I hate being the one to bring up this elephant in the room.
“I’m also sorry for drinking your rum and acting like a fool.”
He licks his lips and pushes off the dresser. “You didn’t act like a fool.”
“Yeah, I did. And you were just being a gentleman, like you said. I don’t normally act like that. I don’t normally drink. It’s just …” I flick my eyes away, feeling the burn. Damnit, I was doing so good at avoiding that. “I was just trying, for once, not to feel.”
The steps he t
akes in my direction are deliberate and they send a rush through me. But nothing compares to the way I feel when he pulls me in his arms. It’s like I’ve come home, if that makes any sort of sense. It’s the most love I’ve felt in the last week.
He holds me tight, pressing his hand up and down my back as he comforts me. “I’m so sorry, Sutton.”
The urge to cry dissipates. I just want to feel this forever. I run my hands up his chest, and I feel his breath blow softly against my hair.
And then I’m looking up at him and he’s searching my face with his intensely blue eyes. I silently beg him to kiss me. I don’t know if it’s right or if it’s wrong. I just know I can’t make it through this summer without feeling his love raining down on me.
“Baby,” he whispers. “I want you so goddamn much.”
“How do you want me?” I ask, running my thumbs over his chin.
“I think you know.”
I press my body closer to him. “Show me.”
He growls softly and puts his mouth on mine, and if that kiss on the beach made my toes curl this one is making my entire soul unfold.
Max slides his hand to the back of my head as his tongue probes my mouth. I melt and let out a whimper as he fists my hair and deepens the kiss. And suddenly it’s like I have no self-control.
I find the buttons of his shirt and start popping them loose as he cups my ass, tentatively moving further and further down, until he’s almost lifting me off the floor. I feel his erection throb against my belly, and it forces a moan up my throat.
“Careful what you wish for, baby.”
“Why?” I kiss his neck, feeling his pulse against my lips.
“Because I might be wishing for the same thing.”
I look into his eyes and just the way he’s staring at me causes me to soak my panties. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
He cups my face and I shiver with lust. “As long as you’re aware I don’t do anything halfway. I’m also not the gentlest when a girl gets me as riled up as you.”
“Maybe I don’t want gentle.”
His voice rumbles as his hands glide down to my neck.
And all those painful memories, the ones that brought me here in the first place, are already starting to fade.
His strong hands grip my ass and pull me up, and my legs go around his waist.
My body is on fire for him, especially when he starts trailing his lips down my neck and grinding his erection between my legs.
Well, it looks like my summer funk just turned into a summer fling.
Max
I wasn’t expecting to get Sutton in bed 24 hours after she arrived. But I also wasn’t expecting my daughter to suddenly announce that she might be leaving for a year.
Today has been a test, one that’s putting me and Sutton through the emotional wringer. And any plans I’d made to get her in bed came to a screeching halt after what happened earlier.
But then she came in my room and tugged at my heartstrings, and then tugged at my zipper, metaphorically speaking, with the way she was running her hands all over my chest, loosening my shirt buttons. Jesus Christ, how the hell am I supposed to react to that?
Fuck it all. She and I need each other. Clearly the universe brought us together for a reason. To help us forget the bullshit in our lives.
The way she feels in my arms, it unleashes so many demons inside of me, making me want to get rough but also soothe every part of her.
She squirms as I grind against her heated pussy. Even through the leggings she’s wearing, I can feel her dampness, and it’s driving me wild.
Maybe this is how I help her heal.
Maybe this is how she helps me forget that my daughter is not a baby anymore.
And maybe I love the fact that she doesn’t want gentle. My cock heard those words spill from her pretty pink lips, and let me tell you, I do not need to be told twice.
I lay her on my bed and watch her long brown hair perfectly frame her face. Her cheeks are red and she bites her lips as I finish unbuttoning my shirt, trailing my eyes over her sweet body.
“God, Sutton. Forgive me for the evil thoughts I’m having about you right now.”
She smiles. “Forgive you? I want you to act them out.”
My pants fall to the floor, but I leave on my underwear then crawl on the bed between her legs, wanting to sink balls deep right away. But that’s the primal part of me.
The other part, the gentle daddy part, wants to worship her body like the princess that she is, bring pleasure to every inch of her soft flesh, and make her squirm until she begs me to stop.
I peel her leggings down and visually worship her cute blue undies and her delicious fucking curves. And then I lie next to her so that I can feel her tongue dance and her breath hit my face when I play with her.
Holding myself up on one elbow, I let the palm of my hand wander up her shirt. I cup her breast as she rolls on her side and touches my face. When I find her nipple, I roll it between my fingers and she gasps softly. “Oh, that feels good.”
“Really?” I push her shirt up and roll her on her back once again, then tug her nipples past my lips.
Her fingers work through my hair, and I flick and tease her buds, treasuring her moans, feeling her respond to my touch. My hand wanders down her tummy, slipping inside the waistband of her panties, and her legs splay to the side.
Dipping inside her folds, I find her slick with need. And I cannot stop the growl that climbs up my throat. Good God, how I need this girl. How I need to be near her, inside her, all over her. I want to devour her until she is completely unrecognizable.
I coat the tip of my finger in her juices and she groans, giving her hips a hard upward thrust. I kiss her once again, and our tongues are dancing together hungrily.
But when I pull out and circle her clit, that’s when she goes wild. Sutton grinds her pelvis in a circle and purrs into my mouth, digging her hands into my back. God, I need to taste her.
I mark her belly with my tongue trailing downward, and then I pull her panties all the way down. And when I get to her pussy, I feel my cock leaking like mad, pulsating against the cotton of my briefs.
I kiss her inner thighs then spread her lips apart, darting my tongue around her delicate feminine folds until she’s panting.
And my God, the way her clit swells when I lap at it tenderly makes me leak even more. I need to make her come. I need to feel her walls squeezing me. So I push my middle finger inside of her entrance, and the way she ruts her hips up and down makes me want to go crazy on her.
I pump my finger in and out, working the little bump along her roof, and when she fists my hair and pants, I suck her clit past my lips and massage her until she’s leaking onto my bed.
“Oh God…” she moans, trembling uncontrollably, grinding, thrusting, coming so hard it takes me by surprise.
I don’t stop until she’s pushing my head away, and I don’t waste a minute taking off my briefs and settling between her legs with my cock pointed to the ceiling. I cup her pussy as she looks at me with this glazed look, then I rub her juices along my length when I remember I need to be responsible. Fuck. I don’t even have any condoms. It’s been that long.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill?”
Sutton raises her eyes at me, then drops her gaze to my cock. “Um, I’m not. Sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby.” I run my hands up her legs, and the softness of her skin makes me spurt a little pre-cum. “I don’t suppose you have any condoms since my irresponsible ass doesn’t.”
She smirks. “Not having condoms isn’t irresponsible unless you’re sexually active. So, to answer your question, no. I don’t have condoms.”
“Damnit.” I lean down and kiss her tummy.
“Max … I’ve never done this before.”
I halt in place.
Okay, that takes me by surprise.
“You’ve never done … any of this? Or you’ve never had sex?”
“Well, I’ve mes
sed around a little, but not this much. I’ve never been with anyone who makes me feel like you do.”
I move up to her and pull her into my arms once again. Her flesh … fuck. It feels so good next to me. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone who makes me feel the way you do, Sutton.”
It’s true. Autumn’s mother—who all my buddies teased me about, saying I got suckered by her tits—never turned me on to the level that Sutton does. She was, still is, a double D. And back in my younger days, that was all I cared about.
But Sutton has it all—the body, the sweet personality, the tenderness that needs a daddy type, and that youthfulness that pulls at me so.
Sutton throws her leg over my hip as we lie on our sides. And then she wraps her fingers around my cock, giving it a few soft tugs. Oh fuck.
“Maybe you could just, you know, slide it in a few times.” She says this with a coy smile.
And good God, my cock is probably inches from her opening. I’m throbbing, aching to dip deep inside of her. But I won’t be stupid.
“Baby,” I groan, teasing her nipples and watching her eyes flutter closed. “I want your first time to be special. And we need to be responsible.”
She huffs as I let my hand roam down her body. And then she wiggles even closer to me. My cock spurts a little pre-cum and I clamp down on my urges. I need to keep myself in control.
And I only know one way to do that.
I grab the back of her leg that rests on my hip and I lower it back down. She flitters her eyes back open and looks at me, and I fucking melt again. Without warning, my lips are on hers, and my dick is a twitching, leaking machine.
And with us lying on our sides facing one another, I feel her rub her body against mine, her voice a low hum of moaning that makes me harder. My dick presses and thumps against her soft belly, and it’s making me insane with lust.
So while her little tongue darts in and out of my mouth, I press my cock between her thighs and cup her ass, fucking her like that, my pre-cum slicking along her flesh.
