by Opal Carew
“Jess…”
“Look, whatever you want to do, but you know I’ve always thought the two of you would be great together.”
“So what are you doing tonight?” Ashley asked, determined to change the subject.
“I’m going out with Eric. But if you want me to come over, I can postpone.”
Although she was tempted, she didn’t want to ruin Jessica’s plans.
“Of course not. I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Go out with your guy,” Ashley insisted. “Then call and tell me all about it tomorrow.”
Jessica giggled. “Well, I don’t know if I’ll tell you all about it. But I will call you. Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too.”
Ashley hung up and slumped on the couch again.
She walked to the kitchen and retrieved a half bottle of wine from the fridge and a glass, then settled back on the couch and poured herself some. She took a sip, enjoying the warm sensation in her throat, then the coil of heat in her stomach. She took another sip.
It was going to be a long evening.
* * *
Adam grabbed his phone from his suit jacket to check the text message he’d just received. Even though it was after eight, he was still at the office, opting to work late instead of going home and stewing about Ashley.
He glanced at the display then froze when he saw the text was from Ashley.
Want to come over tonight?
He took a deep breath then typed, Sure. Are you okay?
Yeah. A bit lonely. You said we could talk.
His heart soared. She was letting him in again.
Of course, he responded. I’ll be there in half an hour.
He didn’t know why she wasn’t with Dare tonight. It was Friday and they only had another few weekends together. But then Dare liked to be in control—Adam knew that only too well—and he liked to keep his partner guessing and a little off balance.
Didn’t matter. He was just glad Ashley was free and had asked him to come over.
He cleaned up his desk and locked his office then headed out of the building, his heart pounding, anticipating being with Ashley again. She was alone and lonely and she’d called on him. He would do everything he could to leverage this in his favor. To win her heart and her body.
* * *
Dare walked along the stone path toward the front door of his house. God, he missed Ashley. He wished she was coming over tonight and he could hold her in his arms. Kiss her smooth, sweet skin. Feel her soft hands on him.
He unlocked the door then stepped inside. Helen sat in the living room and stood up when he entered.
After their unfortunate event the other night, she’d slipped out the next day and stayed away. He didn’t know if she’d decided to return home to Cambria or if she was staying with friends, but she’d left her big suitcase behind and a lot of her clothes, so he was pretty sure she was still in town. Though you never knew with Helen.
“Dare, I’m sorry about the other night. About getting drunk and…” She bit her lip. “For what I did.”
This was a good sign. She wasn’t calling him Daddy, and she actually seemed contrite about what had happened.
“Do you forgive me?” she asked.
“If you really mean it. And if you’ll really try to stop drinking again.”
“Yes, of course. I really will.”
She stepped toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a hug. He relented and wrapped his arms around her, too.
Then she gazed up at him, her head resting on his shoulder.
“You know I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too, Helen. And I’ll always be there for you.”
“I’m glad. But I don’t mean like a stepdaughter. I knew Mom wasn’t right for you. And she didn’t deserve you. But I would be so good for you. I’d do anything you want. I’d be the best possible wife, and—”
“Wife?” He stepped back, disentangling himself from her arms. “Helen, listen to yourself. You are my ex-stepdaughter, and that’s all our relationship is. I care about you, but I have no romantic feelings here. I know you have a need for stability, and to have a strong father image in your life permanently. But this isn’t the way.”
“No, I want you. It has nothing to do with any of that other stuff.”
“Don’t keep pushing this, Helen. It’s never going to happen and if you persist, it will destroy the relationship we do have.”
She frowned, her eyes glittering in anger. “And yet you’ll fuck that tramp Ashley. Who is exactly the same age as me.” Her eyes flared with rage.
“That’s not the same.”
“Really? I don’t see the difference.” She planted her hands on her hips. “So will she wind up being my new stepmother?”
“The relationship between Ashley and me is none of your business.”
Helen huffed out a loud sigh. “So you don’t really care about me. And you never have.”
“That’s not true.”
But he was talking to her back as she stormed across the room and then down the hall. He heard her door slam behind her.
He clenched his fists. Damn it. He was tempted to just throw his exasperating ex-stepdaughter out the door and lock it behind her. He’d faced a lot of challenges in his life, but trying to help Helen seemed to be a losing battle and he wondered if it was worth continuing the fight.
He raked his hand through his hair. He’d given up Ashley because of Helen’s intrusion into his life again, and his desire to help her.
Had he been a fucking idiot?
* * *
Adam was hungry and he had no idea if Ashley had eaten yet, so he decided to grab some Chinese food to take over with him. He arrived at the entrance to her apartment building and went into the atrium, then buzzed her apartment.
Moments later, he was riding the elevator up to her ninth-floor apartment. He walked down the hall then tapped on the door. He heard her call to come in and he opened it. She was rushing across the living room toward him, wearing a colorful fleece robe.
When she reached him, her arms went around his waist and her body crushed against him. He dropped the bag with the Chinese food and wrapped his arms around her, too. At the feel of her soft breasts pressed against him, he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, which caused his body to tighten, but beneath the fabric he could feel a strap around her torso.
Then her lips found his and his heart raced. Her soft mouth moved on his, her tongue stroking the seam of his lips. He opened, welcoming her in. Her tongue dipped into his mouth, her delicate exploration making his cock swell.
She tasted of wine and his gaze swept to where she’d been sitting in the living room. There was a nearly empty bottle of wine and a single glass.
He drew back. Shit. Her warm welcome had made him think that tonight might be the start of something new and special between them. Romantic. Sexual. Fulfilling.
But if she’d been drinking …
“I’m so glad you came over,” she said, her head pressed against his chest. He stroked her hair from her face.
“Of course. Is everything all right?”
She gazed up at him, her soulful eyes gleaming with sadness. “It’s over between Dare and me.”
She took his hand and tugged him forward. He grabbed the bag then let her lead him to the living room.
“I’m sorry, Ash.” He placed the bag on the coffee table as she turned around.
“No you aren’t, but that’s okay. I know it’s because you care about me.” She slid into his arms again and he couldn’t help but hold her close and enjoy the play of her lips on his again.
“Yes, I do and that’s why I need to back off right now.”
Her eyes widened as she gazed up at him. “But why?” Her hand flattened on his chest and stroked downward. Very slowly. Sending heat wafting through his body as she neared his growing cock.
He planted his hand on top of hers, stopping its travels
.
“Ash … sweetheart … it looks like you’ve had a lot to drink.” He eased away from her soft body. “There’s no way I’d take advantage of the situation.”
He gestured to the nearly empty wine bottle on the coffee table.
She glanced around then turned back to him. “I’ve had two glasses, that’s all. That’s the bottle left over from the last time you were here for dinner.”
He remembered they hadn’t finished the wine that night and … yes, two glasses would be about right.
His gaze fell to her wide eyes. Damn, this was really happening.
Excitement surged through him and he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. His mouth captured hers and he drove his tongue into her mouth, reveling in the velvety softness. She melted against him, her heart pounding just as fast as his.
His mouth lifted from hers. Now he understood why she’d looked so stressed in the coffee room today.
“When did it happen?” he asked.
“A couple of days ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I knew you’d want to move forward with a relationship and…”
“You aren’t ready?”
“I didn’t want to approach you on the rebound. That didn’t seem fair to you.” She stroked his chest, her delicate touch stoking his desire.
He didn’t have to ask her why she had called him tonight. The hunger in her eyes said it all.
He laughed, then tightened his arms around her. “I don’t care how I get you. Rebound or not.” He stroked her soft cheek gently with his thumb. “I believe this has always been inevitable.”
She tipped up her head and brushed her lips against his in a long, lingering kiss, so sweet it almost brought tears to his eyes. His greatest fantasy was about to come true. He was finally going to be with this wonderful woman.
“I’m glad,” she murmured softly against his lips. “Because the thought of you dominating me like you promised in your office has me so hot I can barely stop from going up in flames.”
He gazed down at her, seeing the impish glint in her eyes.
He grinned broadly. “Really?”
She stepped back and stood in the center of the room. “You do want to dominate me?” She smiled seductively. “Don’t you?”
Before he could answer, she opened her robe and dropped it to the ground, revealing an erotic, barely-there leather getup. Her body seemed to be covered with black, leather straps wound around her torso, but nothing seemed to be covered. His gaze fell on her full, round breasts, totally exposed to his view. He hardened at the sight of her. Her pussy was covered by a small triangle of leather, but when she turned around in front of him, he could see that her round, firm ass was totally exposed.
God, her body was glorious. His gaze traveled from her very full breasts with tightly peaked nipples, to her long, slender torso, over the curve of her hips, then down her long, shapely legs. She was barefoot, but her toes were polished a shiny, rich crimson.
She turned and leaned over, giving him a delightful view of her round, firm ass. She pulled some shoes out from a drawer in her coffee table, then stood up. As soon as she stepped into the stilettos, her legs appeared even longer and her ass higher and firmer.
“Do you want me submissive, or willful?” she asked.
His cock lurched at the idea of having to subdue her. Of pushing her up against the wall and forcing her hands above her head, then pinning her against the hard surface with his body. His cock twitched at the thought of him pressing his groin hard against her, his shaft cushioned against her soft body.
But they had time. He could play out that scenario another time. Maybe in his office.
His cock twitched.
Right now he wanted her focused on his pleasure. On their pleasure. Just as he’d be focused on hers.
“Submissive,” he said.
She smiled, then dropped her gaze to the floor and knelt in front of him. “Whatever you command, sir.”
He didn’t quite know how to start. All he knew was, with her kneeling on the floor in front of him, practically naked, he had to free his throbbing, aching cock from the too-tight confines of his jeans.
He unzipped his pants, then released his hard shaft from the fabric.
“Look at me, Ash.”
* * *
Ash raised her gaze to see Adam standing before her, his cock a long, hard spike protruding from his jeans.
“Look at what you’ve done to me.”
His cock was thick and hard, the head large and deep red. It seemed to pulse with life as veins rippled along the length of the shaft. She licked her lips, longing to run her tongue over his hot, hard flesh.
Seeing the invitation in her eyes, he stepped closer.
He rested his hand on the top of her head, then glided down the back. He drew her forward until her lips touched the tip of his cock. She opened. He didn’t push forward, so she licked his tip, tasting the salty drop of precum already oozing from him.
She pressed her lips to him and swirled her tongue over the tip, then widened her mouth around him.
“Oh, God, Ash.” He drew her forward and she took in his whole cockhead, the thick flesh filling her mouth.
She sucked on him, to his groans. His hand stroked over her hair. She moved further forward, taking his cock deeper into her mouth. It was thick and firm between her lips and she dragged her tongue along the smooth skin as she glided forward. Slowly.
She moved forward and back in short strokes, then lengthened them, taking him deeper, then short again.
“Fuck, Ash.” He groaned, his hand tightening on her head. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
His hand tightened on the crown of her head and he guided her, setting a rhythm. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, sending heat throbbing through her. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, readying her for him.
One of her hands was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, squeezing as she took him deep into her mouth. She glided the other hand to the button of his jeans and unfastened it, then slid inside. When she cupped his balls in her palm, he groaned.
He was close. She could feel the tension in his body, his cock pulsing in her mouth. His balls hardening in her hand.
She drew her mouth from the tip of his cock. “I want to make you come, sir. In my mouth. I want to swallow everything you give me.”
He groaned and as soon as she took his erection in her mouth again, he pulled her tight to his groin. He rocked his pelvis against her, his whole body trembling, but then he coiled his hand in her hair and slowly dragged her head back.
“Baby, I want to come inside you, but not your mouth. Not this time.”
He pulled on her hair, easing her to her feet.
“And I’m the one in charge. Right?”
“Yes, sir.”
She quivered at the glittering confidence in his eyes.
She reached down and grasped the triangle of leather covering her folds, then tore it away, the snaps giving at her sharp motion. His gaze dropped to her intimate flesh, desire filling his eyes.
Then she turned and leaned over the back of the couch, offering herself to him. His hand rested on her ass and he stroked. Over the curve and around to her hip. Gliding to her inner thigh, grazing the sensitive flesh, only a breath from her aching opening, then away again.
“You are so fucking sexy leaned over like that. Your pussy glistening with need.”
Oh, God, those words coming from Adam, whom she’d wanted for so long, as he gazed at her vulnerable, exposed flesh, sent ripples of need through her.
“Please touch me, sir. Please drive your big cock into me.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I will. There’s no doubt about that. But I’m not going to take you bent over a couch. I want our bodies joined, not just my cock inside you. And I want to see your face.”
His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her to a standing position. His lips nuzzled her ear, sending spasms o
f pleasure quivering through her, as his hands wandered over her body. He cupped her naked breast and her hard, swollen nipple pressed into his palm as he stroked. When his fingertips found her sensitive nub and squeezed, piercing shards of desire lanced through her. She arched against his hand, moaning. She could feel his smile against her neck.
His other hand glided down her belly then …
“Oh, God, yes.” Her voice cracked as his fingers slid over her folds, grazing them lightly, then stroking more thoroughly.
When two fingers slid inside her, she moaned softly. His thumb found her clit as his fingers explored her inner passage. She leaned back against his big body, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure. Afraid her knees would buckle and she’d crumple to the floor.
“Turn around,” he murmured in her ear.
She obeyed, rotating within his arms until she faced him. The heat in his dark brown eyes took her breath away. He slid his hand under her knee and lifted, easing her back until her ass perched on the back of the couch.
When she felt his blunt tip brush her sensitive flesh, she held her breath.
“I’m going to enter you now. My cock is going to slide deep inside you.”
She just stared at him, her eyes wide, and nodded.
“Do you want that?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, please.” The need in her voice shocked her, and brought a smile to his face.
“Good.”
Then the pressure of his cockhead against her opening increased. Her soft flesh resisted at first, then as he pushed forward, it opened, gliding around him, welcoming him inside. The feel of his shaft gliding into her, the thickness opening her wide, sent a thrill through her.
This was Adam. His big body possessing hers. As she’d dreamed of for so long.
She moaned as he pushed deeper, stroking her aching passage with every inch. Driving her need higher.
“Do you like that, Ash?”
“Oh, God, yes. I love you inside me.”
He laughed out loud, the rumbling in his chest vibrating through her. His cock still filling her. She squeezed him and he groaned, then surged the rest of the way in.
He held her tight to him, their bodies joined, and they both sucked in air.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m finally inside you. You’re so soft and warm around me.”
