Single Dad’s Spring Break

by Rye Hart

  The girls were just finishing up their lessons for the day when Emilia let me know Charles was there, asking for me by name. She had a confused look on her face, and I'll admit, I was just as confused as she was. I released the girls from their lessons, and walked down the stairs to the foyer, where Charles was standing there waiting for me.

  “Avery,” he said, walking toward me with open arms.

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. He leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my face away just in time, and he planted his lips on my cheek instead. When he pulled away, he was smiling brightly.

  “I was hoping you'd join me for dinner tonight,” he said.

  “I can't,” I said. “Not on such short notice. I appreciate the offer, but I have a job to do here, the girls and Spencer need me this evening.”

  “Ahh, that's right,” he said, clasping his hands together. “Tomorrow then, yes?”

  “Do you really think that's a good idea, Charles?” I asked. “I mean, you're doing business with my boss, and I'd hate to be put in an awkward position –”

  “It's more than a good idea,” he teased, his lips curling up a bit at the corners. “It's a marvelous idea. I'll pick you up at seven, yes?”

  “Uhh –” I contemplated a way to say no, but before I could, Charles was nodding his head.

  “Seven it is,” he said.

  He reached for my hand and planted a light kiss upon it before turning to leave. I had to admit, the view of his ass on the way out was pretty nice. I could certainly do worse than a handsome, successful French billionaire. He was no Spencer, but Charles was still very nice on the eyes. I couldn't help but smile, thinking to myself how nice it was that someone of his stature would be interested in somebody like me.

  Just as Charles was leaving, Spencer came through the front door. The two men passed each other by, and Charles greeted Spencer.

  “What are you doing here?” Spencer asked, looking between Charles and myself.

  “I just came by to talk to Avery,” Charles said, his voice remaining neutral.

  “About what, may I ask?”

  “Personal reasons, Spencer,” Charles said. “Nothing to do with business, I assure you.”

  He kept on walking, but the tension between them was palpable. Spencer turned his eyes toward me, causing the heat to rise in my cheeks.

  “What was that about?” he demanded.

  I wanted to say, “Geez, it's nice to see you too,” but I'd left my snark at the door.

  I cared too much for my job to get a smart mouth. Instead, I smiled sweetly and answered the question.

  “Charles asked me to dinner tomorrow night.” I said flatly.

  “And?” Spencer asked.

  He slammed the front door as he stepped inside. His voice was raised, and his jaw was clenched tightly as he walked toward me. I was taken aback by the gruffness in his voice. He looked like he wanted to put his fist through a wall and I couldn’t figure for the life of me what had upset him so much.

  “And what?” I stammered. “He didn't really give me much of a choice, so I guess I'm going.”

  Spencer shook his head. “No, I don't like this.”

  “You don't like what?” I asked.

  “You and Charles,” he said bluntly. “Something isn't right with him.”

  I'm not sure why, but the idea that Spencer thought that he could tell me who I could and couldn't spend my time with, tell me who I could and couldn't date, pissed me off. He was my boss, not my father, and most definitely not my husband. Who I spent my time with outside of work was none of his business.

  “Are you saying that because he's your business partner,” I hissed. “or because I refused to fuck you the other night in the kitchen?” The uncharacteristic boldness in my tone and statement surprised even me.

  Spencer froze. I knew I'd made a mistake when his eyes narrowed, and his fists balled up at his sides. I'd brought up the kiss and how he'd tried to touch me. Not that I hadn’t wanted it – I very much had. I'd wanted him every bit as much as he wanted me, but I also loved this job too much to risk it. Deep down, I was angry at him for putting me in that situation. It had been awkward after that, he'd been distant, and we'd pretended like it hadn't even happened.

  Until that moment.

  “Avery, it's not like that,” he said. “If you don't want me, that's fine. It's probably better that way, for both of us anyway.”

  “Who said I didn't –” I started to say the words but realized how bad it would be and stopped myself. “Spencer, we both agree that it's not a good idea. You're my boss.”

  “I get that, I do, but –” he stopped himself.

  Neither of us spoke for a second. We just stood there and stared at each other, willing the other one to say it. Hoping that one of us might break and admit our desire for one another. I wasn't about to do it first, not with my job on the line. I could lose everything if I screwed this up.

  Spencer closed the distance in the foyer, and instead of words, he used his mouth to answer any lingering doubts I might have had about his intention. That night, I feared it might have been the wine talking, but now he was stone-cold sober, and his lips were plastered onto mine, his tongue dancing over mine.

  He held my face in his hands as he kissed me, my own hands were on his chest. I felt the smooth muscle underneath his suit tense up as his hands moved lower, caressing my shoulders.

  “We can't –” I whispered against his lips.

  Spencer sighed and stopped kissing me, likely expecting another rejection. Except this time, my body ached with a need I couldn't explain. It burned with an inner fire that was driving me crazy. It was like I needed to be filled with him, and then, I completed my sentence.

  “I mean, we can't do that here,” I said. “The girls could come down and catch us.”

  A devious grin spread across his handsome face. “Agreed. Let's go upstairs.”

  My mouth grew suddenly dry, and I wasn't sure I could form the words, so I simply nodded. I wanted this. I wanted this, and it was really happening. It made me wet just to imagine removing that suit from his body and kissing the toned, strong skin of his chest. To have my mouth all over his body was one of my greatest fantasies, and I wasn't sure I could deny myself any longer.

  We hurried to his bedroom, which was luckily down the hall from the girls' room, and before the door was even closed behind us, Spencer had me in his arms, lifting my shirt up over my head, and kissing me down the length of my neck. I felt his erection pressing into my body as we walked backward toward the bed. I slid his suit jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. His tie was next, which he took from my hands instead of letting it fall.

  Spencer lifted me up, throwing me down atop his king-sized bed. He stared down at me with hunger in his eyes, and it sent a shiver down my spine. He bent down and hovered over me, kissing my neck and nibbling along the collarbone as his hands fumbled with my bra until my breasts were free. His mouth found my nipple right away, and he sucked gently on it, staring into my eyes as he rolled his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

  “Yes, yes,” I whimpered.

  Arching upward, I begged with my body for all of him. I needed him more than anything in that moment. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me as he sucked on my breast. My hands moved through his hair, which felt like silk against my skin.

  Spencer reached down, slipping a hand underneath my skirt. My panties were soaking wet as he slid his fingers underneath them. He teased my clit while sucking on my nipple, bringing about a whirlwind of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

  He moved to my other nipple, flicking his tongue around it as I whimpered and groaned, pleasure already building up in my body. It felt so good, I never wanted him to stop. When he took my nipple between my lips, he buried a finger deep inside of my aching pussy at the same time, and that was it.

  I came, hard, thrashing, and holding onto him for dear life as the purest ecstasy I'd ever known r
ocked my entire body. Spencer's teeth rubbed against my nipple, causing an even more intense sensation to wash over me.

  “Spencer, yes... God, yes,” I cried out.

  My pussy spasmed around his fingers as the most intense orgasm I'd ever had tore through me. As soon as my body relaxed, and my breathing returned to normal though, I was reaching for his belt. I wanted more. I needed more. My hands were still trembling, but I needed all of him. I needed to feel him inside of me, and I needed it right then and there.

  Spencer helped me get his belt off, tossing it aside. At that point, I noticed he still had his tie lying next to us on the bed. With a salacious grin, he took hold of the tie and wrapped it around my wrists, tying them together, leaving me completely helpless and unable to touch him. Then, he dropped lower on my body.

  “Please, Spencer,” I begged. “Fuck me, please.”

  “Not just yet, I'm going to enjoy you for as long as I can,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

  He moved me up onto the bed and dropped his face between my legs, dotting kisses on my inner thighs. He removed my panties, sliding them down my legs, and tossed them aside like every other article of clothing – except for the one binding my wrists.

  “Do you want me, Avery?” he asked.

  His question took me by surprise. I mean, wasn't it obvious?

  “Yes, very much,” I murmured.

  “Would you like my tongue buried deep inside your sweet little pussy?”

  “Mmm,” was all I could muster.

  “Tell me then.”

  “I want your tongue in my pussy, Spencer,” I gasped.

  Hearing those words come out of my mouth, dripping with absolute need surprised me. It did sound nice though – despite the fact that his cock sounded even better. He didn't give me a chance to say anything more though, before his tongue flicked at my still sensitive clit.

  I jumped, a giggle escaping my throat as the shockwaves washed over me. Instead of going straight for the clit though, Spencer focused on my opening, sliding his tongue deep inside of me, but still not satisfying my absolute need for his cock. Still, as he licked and sucked on my wet, swollen lips, I writhed against the bed, pulling at my restraints as I cried out.

  His tongue slipped easily inside of me, moving around and touching me in some of my most sensitive spots. He knew exactly what to do and how to use his mouth to drive me absolutely crazy, but it only served to make me want him that much more. I wanted him – all of him – deep inside of me, so I begged again.

  “Please, Spencer,” I cried, squirming against him.

  “Please what?” he asked, looking up at me from between my legs.

  His face was covered in my juices, and he licked his lips as if enjoying every last drop.

  “I need you inside of me,” I said.

  I writhed, arching my back upward as my pussy ached with a need to be filled by him.

  I thought he might deny me, but Spencer smiled and said, “Of course, baby,” he said. “I can't wait to be deep inside you.”

  Hearing him talk like that sent a shudder throughout my entire body. When he pulled down his pants, I stared at him for a moment, taking in the beauty of his erection. He was nice and thick, with just enough length to get deep inside as he fucked me really good. His dick was already dripping with pre-cum, and I needed that – all of it – inside of me.

  Spencer didn't make me wait a second longer. He climbed on top of me, his button-up shirt still on, and rubbed himself between my thighs. I was so wet, my pussy was dripping for him, so when he pressed himself against my opening, my body welcomed him happily.

  Still, he was so wide, his cock stretched me open and caused me to gasp. Spencer's eyes fluttered, and a low grunt escaped his lips as he buried himself, balls deep, inside of me at last. There was a pinch of pain that meshed with an overwhelming rush of pleasure that made everything feel so much more vibrant. I felt him twitch inside of me, and I gripped him with my muscles, clenching my pussy tightly around him, which brought out a deep, thunderous growl from him that took me by surprise.

  “Damn, you're tight,” he said.

  Slowly, he started moving in and out of me, each stroke seeming to go deeper than the last. I wrapped my legs around his body and met his thrusts, arching myself upward along with him. We found a rhythm that worked for us as he stared deep into my eyes, our bodies moving together and enjoyed the feeling of being connected.

  Spencer adjusted our position, holding my hips down with his hands so he could thrust as deep as possible. I cried out, trying to break free from the restraints, to remove his shirt so I could touch him, s I could feel his flesh beneath my fingers. Seeing my struggle, Spencer smirked and continued fucking me as hard and fast as he could.

  After a few minutes, he leaned down, still buried inside of me, and untied my hands. As soon as they were free, I was fighting with the buttons on his shirt, trying to rip it off him so I could see him completely naked.

  His thrusts were getting more and more desperate though, and my own body was on the verge of exploding as well, but I needed to see him, all of him. I fumbled with the last few buttons on his shirt, the last one popping off in my hand. If Spencer cared, he didn't let it show. I ripped the dress shirt off his shoulders at long last, and stared at his glistening, tanned chest. His muscles moved and flexed under his skin as he continued fucking me with everything he had.

  His face contorted, twisting into a look of absolute bliss. I knew he was close. So was I.

  “I'm going to come,” he groaned, starting to pull out.

  As he spoke those words, my own orgasm hit me hard, like a towering wave, and I wrapped my legs firmly around his waist.

  “No, no, don't stop,” I screamed. “I'm coming, Spencer... please don't stop.”

  My words turned to nothing but garbled screams as he buried himself deep into me one final time. He let out an animalistic groan, and I knew, in that moment, that he'd spilled his seed deep inside of me. I knew I shouldn't have let it happen, but it felt so good as we came together. The connection was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before, and it left me gasping and lightheaded.

  We stared into each other's eyes as he emptied his balls inside of me, collapsing once both of us were spent.

  “Damn, that was amazing,” he said.

  He kissed my forehead, both of us covered in sweat. My body ached in places I didn't even know possible. He slipped his cock out of me, and there was a warm rush of fluid that followed. I'd never let a man come inside of me before and it felt crazy intimate.

  A moment later, panic set in – I wasn't on any kind of birth control. Not wanting to stress him out in that moment, I decided I'd get the morning after pill the next day. It would be fine. Everything would be fine.

  My boss curled up beside me, pulling me into him and kissed the top of my head. He held onto me as our bodies relaxed into one another, finally relieving all that pent-up desire once and for all.

  I knew that later I'd have to deal with the morning after pill, along with telling Charles I couldn't go out to dinner with him. Even if Spencer and I never hooked up again, once had been enough. I couldn't date his business partner too, it wasn't right. Besides, it's not like I really wanted Charles anyway. Not the way I'd wanted Spencer.

  At least for now, I had everything I wanted.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  SPENCER

  I hated having to get out of bed while Avery was still in it, but I didn’t want the girls to come in and get the wrong idea. Plus, it was almost dinner time and I wanted us all to sit and eat together.

  I kissed her gently before getting up and putting my clothes back on.

  “I'll take care of the girls' bedtime tonight, you can have the night off,” I said.

  She rolled over on her stomach and looked up at me, her blue eyes vibrant, her smile flirty.

  “Are you rewarding for good behavior, Mr. Sullivan?” she teased

  “Something like that,” I laughed.
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  I pulled up my pants and threw on a different shirt – one that hadn't had the buttons ripped off. I held up the ruined shirt and laughed.

  “Well, I guess we're even now?”

  She shrugged playfully. “Tit for tat, it only seemed fair.”

  I couldn't stop staring at her, lying naked on my bed. She was a goddess, her curves reminding me of a Greek sculpture, of an ancient deity who had been worshipped by many. There she was, in my bed, smiling at me with the most genuine, sweet smile a man could ask for.

  I knew in that moment that I was in trouble. What I felt for her was more than just casual lust. Of that much, I was sure. The look in her eyes, the way she stared up at me, said she felt much the same way.

  “I'm going to cancel with Charles, obviously,” she said rather bluntly, her smile faltering as her eyes grew a bit more serious. “I didn't really want to get dinner with him anyway. He didn't really give me a choice.”

  “That sounds like Charles,” I said.

  Hearing those words, however, filled me with relief. I'd known he was trouble. He was a playboy, used to getting everything and anyone he wanted. He'd have his fun with Avery and then throw her away, just like that. Besides, I was glad she was canceling on him because I also felt something for her. The thought of her with another man made me see red.

  That was a conversation for another time, however. I kissed her one last time, leaving a lingering kiss on her lips to let her know that whatever happened between us, it was just the beginning.

  ***

  I turned over in bed, staring at the alarm clock. It was just after two in the morning. My alarm wasn't set to go off for almost another few hours yet, so why was I awake? Something had woken me up, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Then I heard it again.

  Whimpering.

  I climbed out of my bed. Opening the door, I saw Lola at the end of the hallway, standing at Avery's door.