Lucky Daddy

by Eva Luxe

  “I can’t do this,” I say as Carla shuts the car off.

  “What!? What the Hell are you talking about? We’re here!”

  “Look at this place, Carla!” I exclaim, waving my hands in the direction of the cars, the house, the monstrous man sitting on the steps smoking, a complete knockout of a girl sitting on his lap. “What the Hell are we doing here?”

  “Hopefully getting you laid, girl!” She cackles. “You gotta put them ladybits to good use before they get fed up and retire on ya!”

  Before I can reply, Carla yanks open the driver’s side door and hops out.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. I look at the babe sitting on the football player’s lap on the steps and sigh. She’s all decked out in a mini-dress and heels, makeup – and here I am in a work skirt and a blouse I found at the thrift shop for three dollars.

  They’re all going to laugh at me.

  But there’s no time to sit and sulk. Carla pulls open my door and takes me by the arm.

  “Come on, Miss Mopey,” she says with a smile. “Time to say hello to your prince.”

  As Carla drags me out of the car and up the steps, I do my best not to freak out. Thousands of questions are racing through my mind.

  Is Chris really here? Is this all just a big dream? And what do I do if he tries to sleep with me?

  My body is screaming out to me, “Do him! Do him! Do him!” But my mind is telling me, “Don’t listen! Don’t listen!”

  I’m not a slut. I don’t do things like meet handsome guys at the diner then let them take me home for a good bang. I just don’t.

  But Chris isn’t just some guy…he’s Chris Mitchell, and he’s so handsome. He also stuck up for me at work when that dickhead was trying to cop a feel, and normally that would be enough to completely ruin my night, but somehow Chris’s presence managed to just completely take my mind off him. I didn’t even think about him again until just now.

  As we approach the front door, I can hear music blasting from inside, the rhythmic thump, thump of bass and the sounds of voices. I don’t know what I’m doing here, but there’s no turning back now. Carla looks at me as she reaches out for the door.

  “Ready? Here we go!”

  Chapter 4

  Chris

  The place is packed with bitches, and that’s exactly how I’m feeling about the girls that have invaded my home tonight. Bill and Steve really pulled out all the stops tonight and it looks like they recruited every good looking chick in town and probably the surrounding towns too.

  On any other normal night I’d be totally fine with this situation. There’s pussy everywhere, and without a question, every girl here would be happy to go upstairs with me and try to break my bed.

  But my mind is not on that shit tonight. The only girl on my mind tonight is the stunning girl from the diner. Janelle. Janelle.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I haven’t felt this way since my first crush on Trisha McDonald when I was twelve years old. She burrowed her way into my brain and I haven’t been able to shake her since I first laid eyes on her.

  I wonder if she’ll show.

  What the fuck is this? I’m actually nervous! I’m nervous over a broad. Have I forgotten who I am? I’m Chris Mitchell! Chicks fall at my feet and worship at my bedside and I’m nervous over whether or not some waitress from bumfuck Ohio is going to show up at my party that’s already packed with top notch ass? I must be losing my goddamn mind.

  “Ayo, Chris!” Bill shouts from behind me. I turn to see him with his arms around three girls, two of whom appear to be related. “These girls wanted to meet you, man. I mean – I can handle two of them, but three? So, take your pick.”

  The girls smile at me through fake eyelashes, makeup and hair extensions. Typical. Two of them have boob jobs too. Nice ones, but still fakes. I can’t help wondering what Janelle’s tits look like under that cheap blouse of hers. Something about the fact that she was dressed down makes her even more mysterious to me and I can’t stop wondering what she looks like naked.

  I’ve been at half mast since the diner and it’s making it hard to walk around this place, so I’ve been leaning in the corner of the living room since we got here. The place is pretty packed. A bunch more dudes from the team heard what was going on and beat feet over here. Some brought girls, some didn’t, but there’s more than enough to go around. I’ll probably have to spray the whole place down in the morning with sanitizer.

  “I think you can handle them, Bill!” I shout over my shoulder, waving a hand dismissively. He may be buzzed, but Bill knows better than to pursue something with me once I’ve let him know I’m not interested. Besides, there’s worse problems a dude can have than worrying about satisfying three chicks at the same time.

  A couple of girls have gotten up on the coffee table and are shaking their asses around. They’re both in yoga pants. Whatever man it was that convinced girls to wear those out in public is a fucking legend, but right now I’m not focused on them – I’m thinking about what I asked Janelle to do.

  “Come back to the house and dance for us.”

  What a dumb fucking thing to say. What the Hell was I thinking? Every eye in the place is gonna be on her. Just the thought of the rest of the boys ogling her, taking in every inch of her body, picturing her bouncing up and down on their dicks – fuck!

  I feel my hands clench at my sides. There’s no way I’m letting that happen. When she gets here – if she gets here, there’s going to be a real serious change of plans. This girl is mine. Suddenly I’m regretting even inviting her here. I should have called the whole party off and brought her here and had her to myself.

  But what’s done is done.

  “Hey, baby,” I hear a sloppy girl voice behind me and turn to see a familiar face. It’s Cinnamon, one of the girls from the Pony that’s been after me for months now. There’s nothing really wrong with her, but I’m just not feeling her and I’ve been ducking her every time I see her.

  She must have caught a ride with one of the other girls. The guys know not to invite her. I’ve laid out clear instructions that Cinnamon isn’t welcome at any of our parties. Not after she snuck up into my room and refused to leave until I finally was forced to call the cops to get her out of here. I really should consider a restraining order.

  “What are you doing here?” I growl at her.

  “Come on, Chris,” she says in her best sexy-girl voice. “Why do you keep denying what’s going on between us?”

  “There’s nothing going on between us, Cinnamon. Now get lost.”

  I turn away from her and cross the room to the entryway by the stairs where I can keep an eye on the front door. The music’s loud and it’s hot as Hell. The whole place already smells like smoke and beer. I should be right at home. I mean, after all, it is my home – but I’m not. I’d rather be back at the diner right now.

  Where the fuck is she!?

  I’m getting pissed. I realize my fists are still clenched at my side and my knuckles have gone white.

  Did one of the other guys on the team get to her first? I wouldn’t put it past one of them to corner her outside on the steps and drag her away to the backyard or something. Just picturing that going on makes my blood boil. Football teams can be like tribes of hunters, men fighting among each other for what they want. And there’s no question the guys are gonna want Janelle.

  But then again, maybe they don’t have the eye that I have. They’re suckers for the bimbo type. I’m not gonna pretend I haven’t had my share of those girls myself, but I was never really into them. Just something to do to pass the time. I’ve always had my eye out for that girl, that one girl that could really come into my life.

  But, shit, I’m jumping ahead of myself. I haven’t even touched this girl or had a real conversation with her and I’m already thinking shit like that.

  At least bang her out a couple of times first!

  The head on my shoulders instantly syncs up with the head in my
pants as I picture Janelle in bed with me. I wonder what she looks like naked, on her back, from behind…I can’t help but picture what her pussy looks like. I wonder if she shaves. Does a girl like her keep it neat down there? Or is she too busy working and being single to worry about it?

  There are pros and cons to both, I guess, and I realize I don’t give a shit, I just want to know. I want to eat her pussy either way. I want to know how she tastes and bury my head between her legs and look up at her and watch her face as she looks down at me. Will she grab the back of my head and push me down? Or will she grab the sheets with both hands and toss her head back while she cums on my tongue as I lap at her clit?

  Fuck, I need her.

  “Where the fuck is she?!” I growl under my breath.

  And that’s when the door opens.

  It takes everything in me not to lunge on her as she steps into the house. Her friend Carla is with her, and she’s a looker too, but my eyes don’t even go to her. I’m absolutely captivated by Janelle.

  She’s nervous. I can see it in her eyes. It’s written all over her face. She’s never done anything like this before. She’s never been to a house like this or around this sort of thing. She’s a small town girl – an untouched, unspoiled, innocent small town girl, and I paid her to come dance at my party full of jaded, horny, testosterone-filled football players…

  “Chris!” She blurts out as she lays eyes on me. She’s holding Carla’s hand, but she walks quickly right over to me. She feels safe around me. This place really must freak her out.

  “Hey, Janelle,” I say, trying to keep it cool. My dick’s about to bust out of my pants and I’m feeling so fucking possessive of her right now that I am about to grab her and carry her upstairs like a goddamn Neanderthal. “Find the place all right?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Carla says in a sarcastic tone. “Real hard time finding Chris-fucking-Mitchell’s house!”

  I grin and grab Janelle by the hand. Her skin is soft, warm, and makes me wonder how the rest of her feels.

  “Listen,” I whisper, just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the party. “I don’t want you to dance.”

  Janelle looks up at me with shock.

  “What are you talking about?” She replies, sounding mad. “You said you were paying me to dance!”

  She’s trying to pretend she’s mad, but I can tell she’s relieved. She doesn’t want to dance any more than I want her to. But she’s here now – and that’s what matters.

  “You can have the money,” I tell her. “I don’t care. But I don’t want their eyes on you.”

  She gives me a long hard look before she speaks.

  “Then what am I doing here?”

  I lean closer and slip my arm around her waist. Our eyes meet and she looks up at me and I can see the lust in her eyes. She’s warm and I’m fighting every instinct in my body to reach down and slide my hand up her skirt and get a feel of her ass.

  “I want you, Janelle,” I tell her. “Now. Upstairs.”

  Carla is looking around trying to pretend she’s not here. She knows what’s up. I can see Janelle deliberating. She doesn’t want to come off as a whore, but she wants me. She also wants the money.

  “I’m not fucking you for money, Chris.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to,” I tell her. “Consider it a tip for our drinks. That’s it. Now come upstairs with me.”

  She opens her mouth to speak, but I’ve had enough. I can’t contain myself. I grab her like a caveman and toss her over my shoulder. She yelps, but there’s a laugh in there too.

  “Sorry, Carla. I need your friend for a while!” I shout over my shoulder as I mount the stairs. “I may or may not return her to you!”

  Carla cracks up. “Have fun, Janelle!”

  “Oh, she will!”

  Chapter 5

  Janelle

  This is completely insane!

  Chris Mitchell is carrying me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, up the stairs of his multimillion dollar house, and I’m letting him.

  No. I’m not letting him. I’m loving it.

  I can feel the taut muscles in his back against my stomach and chest, and his arm wrapped like a vice around my waist. Even if I wanted to get away I couldn’t. I guess that’s what being one of the top football players in the country gets you.

  And he smells amazing.

  There’s a slight hint of deodorant or cologne in there, but his male scent is coming through and filling my nostrils. I suck in a deep, deep breath and fill my lungs with his smell. I haven’t been this close to a man in what feels like forever and I’d forgotten just how intoxicating it can be.

  He doesn’t even seem to be having a hard time carrying me up the steps, and we’re on the second floor before I know it. The smell of beer and smoke and the sounds of the party start to fade as he turns right and takes me down a corridor.

  Just how many rooms does this place have?

  We reach a door and he practically kicks it open and I realize he’s taken me to his own wing of the house. He doesn’t just have his own bedroom, he has his own entire wing that opens into a large living room with modern furnishings, an enormous TV and an actual fireplace. I try to take the place in, but before I can, he’s shoving open the door to his bedroom.

  “This is really nice,” I start to say, but before I can finish, Chris tosses me onto his enormous bed. I hit the sheets and look up at him in time to see him pulling his shirt off.

  Oh – my – fuck!

  He’s absolutely ripped. It’s like something out of a men’s magazine or a superhero movie. A full eight-pack that I could do dishes on, and a chest that looks like he could bench four hundred pounds. He’s got more muscles than I’ve ever seen on a man – more muscles than I even knew existed!

  I guess you don’t know you’re into guys like this until you actually see one in person.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper, but I guess he hears me, because a sly grin comes over his lips.

  “Bet you never seen anything like this before,” he says.

  “Well, aren’t you cocky!?” I say with a laugh. I can’t believe he actually said that!

  “Oh, you’ll see just how cocky I am in a second.”

  Before I can respond, Chris lunges forward and is down on his knees in front of me. Instinctively, I move back, but Chris grabs me by my ankles and pulls me toward him until half of me is hanging off the bed. With both hands, he yanks my skirt up above my waist.

  It’s all happening so fast! But I can’t stop him – I don’t want to.

  “Mmmm. Cute,” he says with a growl.

  Thank God I’m wearing cute panties today. Maybe it’s fate. I wore a blue thong today for some reason. It’s actually time to do laundry and it’s all I had today.

  “Yeah?” I ask him, wanting to hear his voice again. “You like them—?”

  Before I can finish, Chris cuts me off. He reaches his index finger forward, hooks it through my panties and pulls them aside, completely exposing me. All the breath escapes my lungs and I lift myself up on my elbows and look down at him.

  I can’t believe this is happening!

  He’s inches away from my pussy, and as I look down, I see just how wet I am. I knew I was excited, but I didn’t realize how much. My lips are glistening and Chris looks like he’s in love.

  “You shave,” he says, as though he’d been wondering to himself. “Fucking sexy.”

  He doesn’t even give me a chance to answer. He buries his face in my pussy.

  The sensation hits me like a truck. Every muscle in my body tenses and my back arches up off the bed. He presses his tongue against me, touching every part of me at once. But he doesn’t move it. He doesn’t do anything. He just applies pressure.

  He’s giving me a chance to get used to it. How does he know?

  I feel suddenly self-conscious. No man has gone down on me in an eternity, and I wasn’t expecting this at all. What if he doesn’t like it?

  But when I look down
between my legs, and see his eyes looking up at me, I see that my fears are completely unwarranted.

  “Mmmmm,” he moans, his mouth wrapped around my pussy. Then gently, I feel his tongue probe inside me.

  “Oh, God!” I gasp, grabbing the bed sheets with both hands. But I can’t keep my eyes off him as he slides his tongue in and out of me like he’s fucking me with it. And he’s looking at me too. I can feel a connection here beyond the pure, animalistic lust that’s taken hold of us both.

  I’ve never had a man do this before, but the feeling is overwhelming. I can’t believe it’s happening. A guy like Chris – I would have thought he’d have grabbed me and told me to suck his dick before he’d go down on me. But I guess I was wrong. Everything I thought about this man is turning out to be wrong. But I can’t think about anything right now – not beyond the feelings between my legs.

  Chris’s hands grab my thighs and squeeze, pulling himself closer to me. His tongue pulls out of me and caresses each of my lips in turn. Between my own arousal and his mouth, I’m completely soaked. Then his tongue moves up.

  The feeling as he flicks his tongue across my clit is almost too much to bear. I cry out and with both hands, grab the back of his head and squeeze. I can’t help it.

  “Oh my God, Chris!” I shout in a whisper. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”

  I know what’s about to happen, but I just can’t believe it. I’m going to cum. He’s been down there less than a minute and I’m already about to explode. It’s just not possible, but there it is. I can feel the heat, the pleasure, the pressure building inside me as he flicks the tip of his tongue up and down on the most sensitive part of my body.

  His lips are wet and shining and his eyes are still locked on mine. I’ve got a handful of his hair, however much I can grasp, and I feel the orgasm hit me like a bomb going off.

  “I’m fucking cumming!” I yelp, unable to contain myself. My hips buck against his face, but Chris holds me tight against him, not letting me escape. “Oh, shit!”

  The words tremble out of my lips as my legs spasm and start to quiver uncontrollably. My entire body arches off the bed as my muscles go tight and even though all I want to do is stare into his eyes, I can’t control it. My back arches and my head tilts back as I cum. Waves and waves of pleasure radiate out from between my legs. I can’t even feel Chris’s tongue anymore. All I can feel is the complete intensity of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life as it completely overwhelms my body.