Because I Love You
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“We can raincheck for—
My zipper came down as the words flew from her lips “No.” She leaned in closer, stroking my shaft and kneading her long fingers against my sac. “I’ll be quick.”
“You’re eager.” Her attitude almost made me laugh, but then her mouth found its target and she went to work.
I brushed her hair back she lifted her eyes to mine as she wrapped her sweet mouth around my head and sucked it with one long hard pull. Pleasure punched through my balls and I hardened even more in her mouth. She moaned as if it tasted like ambrosia and I worked my hand around and slipped my finger into her panties. Her mouth vibrated as she responded with a growl of pleasure and a twitch in my cock sent the first leak of precum into her mouth.
That only made her work me faster and she wrapped her hand around my cock to milk another taste. She worked it like a pro and I was getting so spoiled from our little hookups. She had an oral fixation I could appreciate and it fed right into my needs.
She removed her hand and sucked in a long breath, her throat expanding to swallow more of my thick erection and like no one else ever had she took me all the way to my balls, her tongue snaking out and tickling them. I rode out the pleasure a while longer, finger-banging her nice and steady to keep her purring. Keeping an eye on the time, I edged until the last possible minute and then tensed as my nut busted in her throat. She moaned and suckled like a thirsty slut until she got every last drop. She pulled away, still swallowing the last of my load and then kissed my mouth playfully.
“Come by again later if you want. I get off at five.” She sat back and straightened her panties.
“I’ll try, but no promises.” I never made her any promises, and I knew I wasn’t the only man she was seeing.
I decided since Halle had shown up the house and was probably still lurking around that I might actually need to play a round of golf, so I pulled into the main parking lot after dropping Mila back off up front and grabbed my clubs.
I thought about Sylvie from the group and wondered why she couldn’t be more like Mila; free and easy going, and eager to play along with nothing but her own pleasure as a payoff. I’m sure Sylvie had started out that way, with good intentions, and there was no saying that Mila wouldn’t change her game eventually too, but the other girl had put me in a bad spot the other night. I still wasn’t sure if I was going to turn her in or not. The whole group thing was starting to be a turnoff and that was a bad thing for a guy like me.
Chapter 4: Katie
Living alone with no family makes for an awful lonely time unpacking, but then, it also means there isn’t too much to unpack. I had only gotten through my fifth box in the kitchen when I realized the cabinets would have to be empty when I had them re-stained later the following week. So instead of unpacking I’d started the re-packing process when Halle knocked on my back door.
I threw open the door and she rushed me for a hug. “Oh wow, you’re doing this all by yourself?” Halle broke away and went the first box she saw and started pulling things out while I shut the door.
I spun around to find her working on the items I’d just unpacked and repacked. “Wait. Not that one.” I hurried over and took the stuff and put it back in the box.
“Sorry.” She held her hands up and stepped back from it like it might explode.
“No problem. I was working in here when I remembered the man’s coming to do my cabinets next week. I’ll have to wait to set this room up later.” I was so excited to be getting the kitchen done to my tastes. It had always been a dream of mine to have a big kitchen. I loved cooking and creating fun, colorful recipes.
“I’m so excited for you. I knew you’d love this house.” She gave a tiny squeal and lifted her shoulders.
“About the neighbor,” I gestured to direction of her father’s home. “Is it a man or a woman?”
She stiffened and her smile faded. “Did you see a woman?”
Her suspicious tone had me taken aback. “No, I was only wondering.” I didn’t want to spill any of her father’s private details.
She put a hand on her chest and took a deep breath. “Oh I thought you saw a woman over there. That’s my dad’s house.”
Her mother had been gone for an acceptable amount of time for her dad to start dating, but I wasn’t going to try and explain that to her now, not with the look of shock and the green tint still fading from her skin. “Your dad, huh? You should have told me. How nice I get to be neighbors with him.”
“I know, right? I get to have my two favorite people in the whole world right here so close. Right where I can look out for you both.”
I stifled a giggle. “And you called me Mother May-I.”
“Oh you’re still like an old lady. Take this rug for instance.” She glared down to the rug that was left by the previous home owner.
“Hey, I take no responsibility for that rug. It came with the house.”
She curled her nose and did another glance. “Sorry, I guess that’s on me too. I thought I took out all the ugly stuff.”
“Well, I kind of like it, so I think I’m going to keep my ugly rug. Besides, I don’t have another one. Do you have any idea how much a new rug would cost for a room that size?” Of course she didn’t. She wasn’t used to being completely on her own.
“You know better. If I needed a new rug I’d go steal one of Daddy’s. He wouldn’t care and he’d buy a new one. I can go over and see if he’s got one if you want.” She gestured a thumb in his direction.
“No, that’s okay.” I couldn’t imagine the things he’d done on his rug after seeing what he’d done to his patio table.
“Offer stands. He’ll never miss it and if he does, he can come over and see it any time he wants.” She didn’t miss a beat as she strolled into the next room. “This room is my favorite.” She called from my new office. “Your patients are going to love it.”
“I prefer to call them clients. The word patients makes them seem crazy.”
She stopped and thought for a moment and then her eyes widened. “Are some of them crazy? Like really insane or something? You really should make sure your alarm is kept in tip top shape and I’d add a few security cameras.
I thought about the security cameras I did have and what I might have captured on at least one of them. “That’s a good idea. You can never be too careful, but I don’t like to think of them as crazy. I usually don’t deal with anyone too out there. Though I admit that some of the sexual deviants I’ve met are a bit interesting, most of my personal clients are as average as anyone else.”
“Deviants?” Her eyes widened as she smiled. “What kind of things do they do?”
“Lots of various things that you probably don’t want to think about, so I’ll spare you the details.”
“Well, that’s no fun.” Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she headed into another room and after a moment of quiet she stepped back in earshot. “This house is amazing. I should have bought it myself.”
“Why didn’t you?” I smiled and waited for the answer I predicted.
“Because my father lives next door.” Yeah, that was the one. But suddenly her mood seemed to change as she asked the next question. “Do you treat other types of sex addicts or only people with crazy issues?”
“I’m first and foremost a family and marriage counselor, though I do normal sex therapy, yes. Any particular reason you ask?” Maybe she was having an issue of her own she didn’t want to talk about.
“Not at all.” She glanced around the room. “Is there anything else I can do for you as your realtor extraordinaire and best friend?”
“You could ask your father about planting some trees between our houses. It might keep the noise level down for both of us and add a bit more privacy.” I hoped the suggestion wouldn’t hint to anything, but I’d appreciate her asking instead of me. If I had to ask, he’d know why and I’d rather not have to look him in the face.
“That sounds like a good idea. I’m sure he’d foot th
e bill too.” She smiled and took out her cell phone.
I shook my head and held up a hand to protest. “No, I didn’t mean he’d have to pay. I was just thinking since our houses are so close there, he might not want trees planted. I’d like to make sure it’s okay, but I’d pay for it.”
“Nonsense, consider it a housewarming gift.” She waved her hand like she was the one with the billions. But I guess in a sense, it wasn’t like she didn’t work hard for her father and she was his sole heir. I still always felt strange when she suggested using his money for anything. She reached out and took my hand. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”
“Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“When are you going to start seeing patients…clients.” She amended herself with a giggle and I pointed across the room to a stack of boxes.
“As soon as I unpack those. They have all my files from work.” I hated to think about how ugly leaving my last job had been and the emotion of it must have shown in my expression.
Halle put her hand on my arm. “Got ugly didn’t it? What happened?”
“Yeah, you know I’m not cut out for drama. My boss started seeing one of the other women counselors. They were both married and then their others found out. Not a great scene to blow up in the office in front of other clients.”
She crinkled her nose. “I can imagine.” She glanced around once more. “At least you’re off to a good start. I’m assuming you built your own client base?”
“I have. I should be good. They are all as excited about the new location as I was which came as a surprise. They are great people.” I did have some amazing clients. “I expect that I’ll be in business at the start of next week.”
“Speaking of the start of the week, I’d love for you to come over and meet my dad. We have dinner each Monday and you’re always welcome to join us. His chef is amazing so you don’t want to miss it.”
The invite came as a surprise and my cheeks reddened remembering him thrusting against the outdoor table, his muscular ass tightening with each pump as her heels dug in. “Sure, I’d love to.”
“Awesome, I’ll call and remind you. I know how you get so busy you forget to eat.” She did know me too well, but I had a feeling I would be anticipating the meet and greet.
Chapter 5: Grant
Halle’s ringtone sounded so I shut off the shower and stepped out as steam billowed around me. I wrapped a towel around my waist as the air chilled the droplets on my skin. I didn’t make it to my phone in time, so I left it on the counter of the bathroom and found my robe. Halle could at least until after I was dry and my facial hair was in check. I’d learned keeping a permanent stubble was best for me and spent less time grooming that look than I should have. I wasn’t the metro type, but wanted to be desirable. It helped with my cravings and I’d never had any complaints.
Halle had only waited five minutes before her tone sounded again and this time I put her on speaker and said hello.
She greeted me with a huff. “Where have you been?”
Since I’d only spoken with her an hour before I assumed she’d only meant since. “I had to wash the stink of the day off me.”
She huffed again. “Like you’ve ever sweated a day of my life outside a gym, I was referring to yesterday when you said you’d been at the club.”
“I was at the club.” My back stiffened at her tone. “What is this about?”
“I was told you weren’t on the greens when I called the clubhouse.”
“Are you checking up on me now? Isn’t this recent role reversal getting a little old?” My daughter had taken to asking strange questions of my whereabouts for the past few months.
“Daddy, I’m worried about you. You aren’t in the office and you aren’t spending as much time on the green as you say you are. I want to know where you’re spending your time. You can talk to me.” Her voice was pleading, but this was one conversation I wouldn’t get into with her. Not the truth anyway.
I walked to the bedroom and sat on the bed. “I’m a grown man, Halle. I’m your father and I don’t have to check in with you or tell you where I’ve been.”
“Are you seeing someone?” The break in her voice made me image the expression on her face as if I could see those concerned blue eyes right in front of me.
“It’s nothing like that. I have a few companions I like to visit but it’s nothing serious.” It was time to turn things on her. “Are you afraid I’ll replace your mother?”
“No daddy. It’s been two years now and I’m hoping you’ll settle down a bit. But with a nice woman, not some gold digger.”
“I can assure you I’d know if someone was only using me for my money.” She didn’t need to know what they were using me for.
“People talk, Daddy.”
“Are people talking to you about me? Is that what this is all about? Perhaps if you tell me what they’re saying I can resolve the issue.” I’d asked her this before only to be faced with denial and from the silence on the other end I didn’t think she was going to enlighten me further on the possibility.
Her long breath sounded through the phone. “Daddy, if I suggested something would be open about it?”
“I like to think I’m a man with an open mind. Your mother always seemed to think so anyway.”
A half-hearted giggle escaped her throat. “She asked me to look out for you, you know.”
The words were like an arrow to my heart, killing all of the frustration and annoyance that had built up since I’d answered the phone. That was my girl, always making me break weak. “I know, as she did the same to me about you.”
“I want you to see a counselor. Someone who will listen to you and help you work out any issues.” The words spilled from her lips like that would keep me from refusing.
I raked my fingers through my hair and then scrubbed my face with my palm. I didn’t like the idea of counselors or therapy, but Halle knew I’d walk through fire for her. I’d always given her anything she’d asked for and I didn’t see any good reason to change that now. “I’ll consider it.”
“Daddy,” I closed my eyes and could see my daughter’s pleading face. “Let me make arrangements for you for one session. If you hate it, you can stop at any time. Please.”
“One session and I’ll take it a session at a time after that. No promises. Make the appointment for me and I’ll show up.” The squeal through the phone pierced my ear and I told her I loved her and hung up the phone before she could talk me into anything else.
Aside from the counseling thing, something else weighed on me. Someone was telling my daughter things about me. I thought through my list of companions and couldn’t think of a single connection. I refused to date young women her age, and I never dated any of her friends. The only person who could have said anything was Katie, and the only thing she’d seen was the episode on the veranda. I wasn’t convinced it was her. Things had been strange long before she moved in.
Mila from the golf course, the sweet thing with the oral fixation was a good six years older than my Halle and well below our class to be friends with her. Not that I’d ever felt we were better than anyone, but I didn’t think Mila had been to any private schools or colleges other than maybe a frat party or two in her day.
Then there were the women in the group; five in all and each with a special hunger and all in the same boat as me where discretion was everything. The only problem I’d had with any of them had been Sylvie, but she was only confused. Discretion meant everything to her considering her wealth and who her father was.
Other than that, I’d had a few one-nighters here and there, all willing and eager, but nothing I was interested in repeating. I couldn’t imagine anyone running their mouth to my daughter other than Katie, but I’d imagined she’d been so embarrassed she’d probably kept it to herself.
I wondered what her reaction had been. Given the length of time she’d watched, even after I stared up at her, she hadn’t been too repulsed by what she saw. I wond
ered how long she’d watched before that and if seeing me the act had turned her on. I remembered my cock twitching in response and wondered if her pussy had tingled. Too bad she was off-limits. Halle would never forgive me, which is why I made myself behave more often than not.
I’d had several younger women pursue me, but I’d always steered them away with a polite decline. It wasn’t that I couldn’t imagine myself fucking them, there was no problem with that, and since they were all of legal age, there was nothing much deviant about it, but I didn’t need anyone going to my daughter with anything.
The last who’d shown interest had been a girl named Willa who was more than willing with her bag of toys and daddy issues. She’d tried to seduce me with gadgets, but I’d never been much for that. The only tools I needed came attached. She was an interior designer and had started specializing in sex romp rooms. I had bought a few pieces of sex furniture from her catalog as well as some straps and cuffs. I hadn’t seen her in months, but the girl seemed to be level-headed about rejection.