Single Dad’s Spring Break

by Rye Hart

  “Yes.” His mouth silenced me again, and I felt the tug at my hem as he pushed my tank up and slipped his hand beneath it cupping my breasts.

  “Do you know that I used to watch you undress every night before bed?” he asked against my mouth.

  I couldn’t help but smile. “Why do you think the curtains were always open just enough?” I answered his question with one of my own.

  His eyes flashed and he crushed his mouth against mine again, our tongues tangling in a dangerously seductive dance.

  I felt a wave of panic as things started happening so fast. One minute I was dusting my furniture, and the next I was stroking him through his pants. I pulled away and tried to catch my breath. “I’ve never.” I shook my head and gave him a shy glance as he nodded. It was as if we were young again and I felt bad for making him wait, but even after all this time, I was nervous.

  “Shh. I’ll take it slow, Rachel, but I have to have you. But first, we’re going to get on the same page.” I had no idea what he meant, and I didn’t even care. I just didn’t want his lips to stop caressing mine. I stood on my toes and weaved my fingers through his hair as I pulled him against my mouth.

  I loved the feel of him, that thick cord of muscles beneath his tattooed flesh, the taste of his tongue as it glided against mine, and best of all, the way he ground himself against me. His thick erection bulged so hard it was like iron against my hip, letting me know he had something just for me.

  “Do you want this?” His voice was a faint whisper in my ear, and I nodded as he met my eyes. His hand brushed between my legs and I panted, letting loose little moans of pleasure that caused his eyes to flash again. I fell in love with the devilish grin on his handsome face all over again.

  “That’s right, that’s the sound I’ve been dreaming of morning and night. I’m going to earn that sound again and again. I want to make it all up to you, Rachel, every last minute, every hour we spent apart. Tell me you’re going to let me.” He applied pressure to my mound again, and I cried out.

  “Yes, please.” I didn’t want him to stop. I’d pleasured myself many times, but it had never felt this intense. I’d waited so long to have him again, and even as I stared into his eyes, it didn’t seem real.

  CHAPTER NINE - DUNCAN

  I was rock hard hearing that little purring moan again. I hadn’t planned on coming in and seducing her, at least not right away, but the thought of her allowing that asshole producer to grope all over her brought out my possessive nature. I was like a wild dog needing to mark what was mine, and just as horny.

  As soon as she’d given me okay, I’d dropped my hand between those creamy little thighs and rubbed her pussy through those little cotton shorts she wore.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” I asked between kissing her lips and making my way down her neck. She had her head thrown back in pleasure and was panting like she’d jogged a marathon.

  “Through that door.” She motioned to a door across the room, and I let loose a guttural sound as I picked her up and carried her there. She kissed my mouth and jawline and held on tight until I lowered her to her mattress.

  The covers were tidy, and I knew she was a girl after my own heart. I stood at the edge of the bed and grabbed her ankles as she looked up at me her own eyes lit with a feral passion as I reached down and slipped my fingers into her waistband and tugged down her little shorts. They weren’t more than a scrap of fabric, and I wasn’t happy that she’d answered the door in them. They were much too skimpy for anyone else’s eyes.

  “It’s time we get something straight.” I pulled the shorts free of her bare feet and tossed them aside, getting a nice view of the little lacy panties she had on. For someone who wasn’t letting anyone see her goods, she sure packaged them right. I cupped her through her panties and leaned down to stare into her eyes. “You say you gave it to me, right?”

  “Yes, it’s always been yours.” She rubbed her thighs together and crossed her knees clamping down on my hand.

  “That’s right. Tell me it’s mine. You’re not going to give it to anyone else.” She nodded as I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and dragged one across her wet folds. “Fuck, you’re wet. I’m going to make you a hell of a lot wetter though, is that what you want from me, Kitten? For me to make you purr again?”

  “Please.”

  The word had my cock twitching in my pants, but I wasn’t going to give into my own selfish pleasures. This time was for her and to show her how much I wanted her.

  I knelt down and parted her slender knees, and she let them fall aside like she had all those years ago. My invitation to whatever I wanted.

  “I’m going to take things slow.” She pushed her tank up above her breasts, and I helped her take off the scrap of clothing. Her tits were just as perfect as I remembered them, and I leaned over to capture one of her tight little rosy nipples into my mouth which gave her chills. An outbreak of gooseflesh spread across her skin, and I smile at the reaction I’d given her and took the tip between my teeth and teased it with my tongue.

  She ground her hips upward, trying to find purchase, but all she found was my chest. I returned my hand to work her mound, and once her panties had a nice damp spot, I slipped them off. I lowered my face to her sex taking in her scent, dragging my nose across her mound.

  I stared up at her and smiled that she was watching, then I lapped my tongue from her little taint all the way up to her clit, and when I reached that apex, she bucked her hips. I pushed them down and held her firm as I flicked my tongue there, and she was squealing a moment later, her legs wrapping around my shoulders.

  I wanted to see her and curiosity got the best of me as I pushed her legs apart and then parted her folds, spreading her until I could see the perfect little membrane still perfectly intact. That validation that she was indeed mine and only mine made me hotter than anything ever had. I lapped at it to claim it, and though I wouldn’t be breaking it today. I knew that soon, I’d take her properly.

  “I’m going to make you come. Remember the last time?”

  She nodded her head and a soft “Yes.” escaped her lips. “I want to touch you too, Duncan.”

  I shook my head. “I want this to be about your pleasure. I want to make you feel good to show you how much I’ve missed my girl.”

  She gave a little pout of frustration, and I smile wickedly before returning to my chore. I rubbed my fingers against her pussy, slipping them into her folds and stroking as deep as I could without tearing her and lapped at her little slit. Her clit was swollen to a tight bud, and when I closed my mouth on it, she came apart.

  Her cries of ecstasy had me lapping relentlessly at her, not letting up until she was begging for mercy and her orgasm has finished. At one point, she screamed so loud I thought the neighbors might hear and was thankful she didn’t live in a townhouse like me, or worse, an apartment or someone would have been calling the cops.

  “I’m sorry, it just feels so good.” Her face had flushed, and she was writhing beneath me like a wanton slut, but I knew better. She was perfect, and even if she didn’t know it yet, she was mine.

  “You’re fine. Never apologize for showing your pleasure. It makes me so hot.” I leaned up to kiss her, and she locked her arms around my neck, taking my mouth deep, brushing her tongue against mine , but I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted to give her more.

  Suddenly, her phone let out a sound, and she sat straight up, pulling away to reach for her phone beside her bed. “It’s my father. He’s almost here!”

  She got to her feet and reached down to gather her clothes. As I stood her eyes darted to my cock and she stopped rushing around and met my eyes. “I’m sorry. I wish we could finish. I wanted to—”

  “It’s fine, I understand. I’ll go freshen up a bit, and you should get something decent on. I don’t want to look like we were up to no good when he gets here.” She bit her bottom lip and gave me a look that I knew all too well.

  “It’s probably best
if you’re not here when he arrives.”

  “Are you serious?” All this time and she was still letting her father dictate her life. “He may not have chosen your career, but it’s obvious he still has his thumb on you.” I shook my head and went back to her living room, and she followed me, no more than a step away.

  “Duncan, don’t be angry, I just think it’s a bit too soon for—”

  “For what? For us? Because I’m not on my fucking knees claiming you for you to slip away from me again and you better get used to this right now because I’m not letting your father get in my way again.” I parked myself on the couch, and she stared helplessly a moment before stepping up and grabbing my hand.

  “Please, Duncan, don’t do this now. You have to go.” The look in her eye was a desperate plea, and I realized that while nearly eleven years had passed, she still had a lot of growing up to do.

  “Fine, I’ll see you around.” I got up and stalked across the room to the door, but she came after me.

  “What do you mean? Surely you understand. It’s not that I want to send you away, it’s just that my father won’t understand what you’re doing here.”

  “And you’re not mature enough to tell him. Christ Rachel, you’re twenty-fucking-seven! Look, maybe this was all a huge mistake anyway. Like you said, we’re just strangers the two of us, right?” I searched her eyes, and she was still giving me that pleading glare.

  “You proved me wrong. I’m not saying I don’t want you, I just need—Please, Duncan.” She was running out of time, and I shook my head. She was nothing more than a frightened girl, still worried about Daddy’s opinion of her. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t fucked anyone. It wasn’t to wait for me, it was preserve whatever purist idea her father had about her.

  I turned and stalked out of the house without another word.

  CHAPTER TEN - RACHEL

  I knew Duncan would be upset, but I had no idea he’d let an entire week go by without even talking to me. I had seen him every day on set, but he hadn’t so much as looked at me across the crowd or walked over to say hi. A growing ache was burning in the pit of my stomach that he may have quit his job altogether, preferring to go back to how things had been before Shauna’s blindside, and it grew every minute he was late for work. I had even had Jefferey check outside while I rallied the team inside to get a move on.

  “He’s not out there. You want to tell me what happened. You’ve been way down lately. Do I need to utilize my black belt and kick his ass?”

  “You’re a black belt?” I had to stop and wonder if he was pulling my leg. Jefferey was very fit, but the only arts I’d imagined him learning were the kind you used a paintbrush for.

  “Don’t look so surprised. I have two of them.”

  “Well, Duncan’s a Navy SEAL.” I gave him a shrug, and he shrugged back.

  “I’m not afraid of him. Not only could I disarm him , but I could put him to sleep with one quick jab from this perfectly manicured hand.” He gave me a wink, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Jefferey, you never cease to amaze me.” No truer words had ever been spoken.

  “You still haven’t answered my question about what happened with you two, but I’ll let it go. Just remember, if he does show up, I’ve got my eye on him.”

  “You’re making me wonder if we need security at all.” We shared a chuckle and about that time my phone rang. Jefferey had it again, and he passed it over with wide eyes.

  I glanced at the screen to see that it was Star Summers’ manager. I hurried to answer the phone, and by the time she explained to me that she and Star were showing up on set, laughter erupted from the side entrance as well as the shouts from the paparazzi. I turned to see that it was Star Summers, and with her was Duncan.

  My blood turned cold at the way she seemed to be chatting him up and practically falling all over him. He stayed upright and professional as usual, looking like the lethal killer he was, but from all my life of knowing him, I could see the flattered gleam in his eye as Star touched his arm and complimented his muscles.

  “You really saved me back there. I’m so lucky they hired a nice big hunk of man like yourself to protect me from my two left feet and all of those bullies. What did you say your name was again?”

  “It’s Duncan, Ms. Summers, and it’s my pleasure.” There was an underlying tone, a smoothness to that usual rough voice that had me wondering what other kind of pleasure he’d like from the pop princess who was currently wearing stiletto-style thigh-high boots. She had on a skirt so short I thought it was panties, and a plunging neckline so low that I could see clear down to her naval. Her blue-tipped, bleached blond hair was going to look perfect with the whole freak show theme she’d ordered up to represent her upcoming single.

  Her manager was behind them, but she was on the phone and walked off to a corner with her head ducked as if she couldn’t hear over Star’s flirtatious chatter.

  “Oh, this looks amazing!” Star took her paws off Duncan and hurried to the stage where she spun in a circle to take it all in. “You got the colors spot on!” She glanced down at Jefferey, and her smile spread even wider, showing all her teeth which were so perfect and gleaming they had to be veneers. Then I noticed it, her signature mark, right in the middle of her front left tooth, was a little gold star embedded right in the surface, and somehow it didn’t distract from her perfect body or her sex appeal.

  Duncan hung back and seemed to be keeping a watchful eye, but I was more concerned at the eyeful he was getting each time he looked her way. To make matters worse, she hadn’t forgotten about him as I had hoped.

  “Where’s my hero?” she crooned, as she stepped out from behind the funhouse mirrors. “Duncan, dear. Come and do me a favor, love, and tell me what you think.” She stared at him with hopeful eyes, and he seemed to hesitate a moment before slapping on a big grin and heading up. On his way past me, he turned his head and cut a glance in my direction.

  He had to know I was boiling inside and my eyes narrowed as he joined her.

  She grabbed his arm and pulled him close to her hip and gestured to the mirrors. “Do you think these should stay or go? I’d really like your opinion.” She stared at him as if commanding his attention but to his credit, he stepped back.

  “I’m just the muscle around here. I don’t know shit from art and design, but I like them. Maybe you should ask your set producer. She gets paid to think about this stuff.” He motioned toward me, and I stood there holding my clipboard in a death grip, white knuckles and all.

  With that, she turned her nose up and shrugged. “I’d rather have your unbiased opinion.” She glanced at his distorted reflection and then shook her head. “Damn, even this crazy mirror can’t ruin your sexy.” She ran her hand across his flesh, pushing up the short sleeve of his black t-shirt to reveal his inked, muscular arms and, wouldn’t you know, she managed to find a star in all that ink and made it seem like he’d done it just for her.

  He let out a chuckle and stepped away turning his attention to the doors as if to make sure no one was slipping in.

  I took the opportunity to step forward. “Ms. Summers I’d like to take you on a tour and go over everything if you don’t—”

  “Ugh, no! This is all wrong!” She stood gaping at the art wall that I’d had custom-painted with funhouse style art. “Would you mind explaining why this man looks like he has tits?” She pointed to the depiction of the bearded lady and Jefferey gave me a withering glance.

  “I know several men who have tits,” he mumbled.

  I tried my best to control my tone. “That is a woman. She’s the bearded lady. You know, like they had in the old freak shows.”

  “Really? They had that? Why didn’t someone put her on hormones, for God’s sake? Could you put a plant or one of those crazy mirrors in front of her face? She’s quite unattractive.”

  “Yes, you are,” mumbled Jefferey and any other time I would have snickered.

  “How about if we hung one of the signs in
front of it?” I waited for her to chew on her thumb like the spoiled child she was as she gazed at the painting a little longer.

  She nodded and spun around to face me. “Perfect, now you were saying something? Where are you taking me?” I hadn’t realized she’d caught that part.

  “I was saying I’d like to show you some of the props for the special shots and maybe we could line them up to you?” I wanted to have something to show my producer, who should have been there, to show him that things were on target, but when I led her over to the frame up, there was a banner hanging too low.

  Upon further inspection, I realized her tall boots were throwing everything off. “I’ll have to coordinate with wardrobe on the day of the shoot and make sure they put you in shorter heels.”

  “Shorter? I don’t like shorter heels. You’ll have to make all the proper adjustments to accommodate my style.” I wanted to choke her, but instead, I took it all with a smile.

  I turned to tell Jefferey that we’d have to make some adjustments, but nothing too horrible and while I had him cornered, the pop diva used the opportunity to turn her attention back to Duncan. I caught her sizing him up with a glance, and then she snapped her fingers and called for her manager. The woman hurried onto the set and were whispering to one another. The older woman seemed annoyed, but shook her head and stepped back.

  Star placed a hand to her flat tummy and gave me an apologetic look. “I’m famished. I’m afraid I’ll have to be leaving for lunch now, but maybe if my schedule permits I can come back later when you’ve got things adjusted to my actual height.”

  I wanted to tell her we had everything custom-made for her real height, but there was no sense in arguing with her and Brock wouldn’t like it.

  Then she turned her attention to Duncan. “Would you be a dear and join me? It’s just me and Magda today, and I’m afraid of all those flashes.” She looked at him with pouty lips and pleading eyes.