My hand travels down to my cock, and I run my fist over my shaft. I groan, clutching a handful of the sheets beneath me as my body tenses. I’m so wound up that it doesn’t take long for me to be ready. I pump my fist, picturing her, replaying what I just saw, until I release. Gasping, I tidy myself up, throw on some boxer shorts and then bury myself under the covers.
She’s coming over tomorrow, and I’m supposed to look her in the eye and pretend everything is normal after witnessing that? I roll back over onto my back and stare at the ceiling, shaking my head. This is bad. Before tonight, I’d been pushing the boundaries when it came to Anna. After this, I’m pretty sure I’d just taken a flying leap off the edge without a fucking parachute. The only problem with that?
I have no fucking idea where I’m going to land.
The next morning when I wake up, my stomach is churning at the thought of facing Anna. I jump into the shower, thinking it will help, but all the sensation of the water running over my body and thinking about her does is work me up. Pretty soon I find myself jacking off to relieve some tension, with her as my muse, which just makes me feel worse all over again.
To be honest, just the idea of being around her is scaring the hell out of me, since I obviously can’t control myself. What am I going to say to her after seeing what I saw, and then doing what I did? This has gone on for way too long. I need to put a stop to it before it gets out of hand.
This is the first Saturday in months where I’m not working, so I have a big day planned with the kids. The only reason I’ve asked Anna along was to give Milly a bit of a female influence. My excitement for the day ahead of me quickly changed.
Apparently, spending the weekend hiking with your dad is lame, and friends are cool because no sooner than breakfast is over, they start hounding me about going to their friend’s houses. I agree, only because the thought of spending the day with Anna is too much for me to handle right now, and this is the perfect excuse to get out of it. Without them here, there is nothing for her to do, right?
Except for me. She can do me any time.
No. Not you. She can never can do you.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I gasp, shaking my head in disgust.
A knock sounds on the door, interrupting my internal argument. I gather up the courage to answer it, knowing it’s going to be her. When I open the door, she stands in front of me looking incredibly sexy in a dark blue dress that matches her eyes. My gaze trails over her body as I imagine what she has on underneath that dress. Or what she doesn’t. Fuck. I shift positions as my cock begins to react. She smiles at me, and I smile back, confident that my awkwardness is showing.
“Hey. Come in,” I mumble.
I stalk off into the living room where I throw myself on the couch. The best way for me to disguise my semi erection was to sit down, even when it seems entirely inappropriate. She eyes me strangely, but I pretend not to notice.
“Uh, so, where are the kids?” she asks, glancing around. If she’s as nervous as I am, she sure isn’t showing it. Maybe last night was all just a dream. I could almost make myself believe that.
“They’re in their rooms, but they won’t be for long,” I say.
“Pardon?” she laughs. “Where are they going? I thought we were going hiking?”
“That was the idea,” I growl. “But apparently, Milly just has to go over and see Indigo, and Max just has to go over and play Jackson’s new videogame.”
“Ah,” Anna says with a grin. “To be young again.” I stare at her and chuckle. She narrows her eyes at me. “What?” she says indignantly.
“To be young again?” I chortle. “What are you, twenty-two? You're hardly hitting middle-age.”
“I meant to be a child again, you smartass,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “You know, brushing off your parents in favor of your friends.”
She looks down at her hands. They’re fidgeting like crazy like she’s embarrassed about something. Because she's probably thinking about last night. I hesitate, not sure whether to address it or just leave it. In the end, I decide I can't make things worse by bringing it up. I glance at the door to make sure the kids are out of sight.
“So, about last night,” I begin.
She squeezes her eyes shut. “Please don't say it.”
“I thought it might be less awkward if we address it,” I say. As soon as I say it, I realize that I couldn’t have been more wrong. What part of me thought this was a good idea? Of course, she wouldn’t want to talk about it. Hell, I didn’t want to talk about it.
Why am I bringing this up?!
“Trust me, nothing could ever, ever be less awkward than talking about this with you,” she whispers. The poor girl looks mortified. “Look, I don't know why I did that last night. I wanted to be bold and spontaneous...” She shakes her head, embarrassed. “But I can assure you that it won't happen again.”
“Fuck that, I'm glad it happened.”
Holy shit, did I say that out loud? She looks up at me, surprised like she can’t believe I said that. Hell, I can't believe it either, because I’d meant to say it under my breath.
“Look, I have to go into work for a while,” I say.
It wasn’t just an excuse to get away from her—that was an added bonus—I really did have to get some work done, and if the kids weren’t going to be here, it was the perfect time to do it.
“Do you mind staying until the kids are picked up?” I ask her. “Then you’re free to go.”
“Sure.” She shrugs, sinking down onto the couch.
“Great. I owe you one.”
I grab my keys and phone and stalk out the door before I can say anything else to embarrass myself. Everything I said to her was either inappropriate or wrong. I was supposed to diffuse the situation, not make it worse.
I walk into my office and slam the door shut, still annoyed at myself over this whole Anna situation. This is ridiculous. I walk over to my desk and pull my chair back and sit down. For the next half hour, I get no work done because all I can think about is the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I sit there, staring at the ceiling, think about the last two weeks and cringe. I don't sneak around behind my best friend’s back and take advantage of his daughter. Even though she’s not underage, I’m sure I hold some kind of power over her, being that I’m so much older. This is not me. I just don’t do this.
Fuck. I’ve turned into the creepy guy who lives next door. Before long, kids will be refusing to walk past my house to get to school, and nobody will be game enough to knock on the door for Halloween. I groan and shake my head as I sink into a midlife crisis kind of moment where I'm just sitting there, contemplating the meaning of life and wallowing in my sorrows. Then I knock myself out of it.
I need to man up and either commit to this or end it—whatever the fuck ‘it’ is.
It’s one or the other. The messing around isn’t fair on either of us, and someone is eventually going to end up hurt. Sighing, I get to my feet and stomp to my car, determined one way or another to resolve this.
And definitely, before I have to have another awkward conversation with her father.
Chapter Seven
Anna
I don't know why I’m still here.
The kids left a long time ago, and I just got word that they're both staying the night over at their friends’ houses. I didn’t know if that was allowed or not, but I was the closest thing to an adult here to make the decision, so I made it. It had nothing to do with the fact that it left Nick alone in a big, empty house for the night.
The only amusing part of the day was when Indigo’s mother turned up to collect Milly. The look on her face when she saw me there was priceless. I fumbled through an excuse about why I was there, but I'm not sure she believed me. She just looked pissed. You think she’d be happy to hear that Nick would have more free time with me there, but I think she was jealous she hadn’t thought of it herself.
Sighing, I wonder again if I should just go. I’ve completely clean
ed the house from top to bottom, and there is nothing left for me to do other than sit here, staring at the wall, waiting for him to come home. I shake my head because I’ve officially lost it. What am I expecting—for him to sweep me into his arms and carry me to his bedroom?
I gather my things and stand up, just as Nick walks in.
“You’re still here,” he murmurs. I study him, trying to work out if that’s a good thing or not.
“Yep,” I say weakly. “Just leaving, actually.”
He glances around, his eyes widening. “Holy shit, Anna. You cleaned? You cleaned everything?” he gasps. He shakes his head slowly.
I flush, feeling like an idiot. When I’m anxious, I clean. I had only meant to clean the living room, but once I got started, I just couldn't stop. I found it quite relaxing to just go through the whole place. It’s the first time in a long time where I actually felt like I’d accomplished something.
“Can you stay a few more minutes?” he asks. “I owe you an apology.” He walks over and sits down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. I sit down, my heart pounding. Why did I feel like I was the one who should be saying sorry?
“You didn't do anything,” I argue. “I should be the one apologizing for starting this in the first place. I was the one who invaded your privacy.”
“Maybe so, but I encouraged it,” he said with a frown. “And then just to complicate things even more, I jacked off to you while you took your…” His voice trails off. “Oh, shit,” he mutters. But the damage is done. I heard what he’d said, loud and clear, and I liked it.
“You did?” I smile, and inch closer to him on the couch. God, I love the sound of that. He nods, his gaze traveling down my body. “While I took my clothes off?”
“After,” he chokes out. “What did you expect me to do?” he growls, his eyes dark. “Standing there in your tiny pair of white panties. It was all I could do not to storm into your house and rip them off you.”
I giggle, a feeling of satisfaction racing through me. That was exactly how I wanted him to feel because that's how I felt every time I saw him standing in front of his damn window.
Without thinking, I turn and lift myself onto his lap, with one leg on either side, so I’m straddling him. He rests his hands on my thighs, rubbing them up and down while I stare down at him. My heart races, because all I can think about is kissing him. To feel those lips against mine. To taste how much he wants me.
He rocks against me, my eyes widening when I feel his cock growing harder and harder. Thank God, he’s wearing jeans to shield some of his size because I’m almost getting off on it as it is. But if I can barely handle it like this, what was I going to be like when it's free?
“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching up to stroke my cheek. “You look lost in thought.”
“I’m… I should probably leave before…” My voice trails off. I stand up and straighten up my dress, not looking him in the eye. How do I explain to him that the only reason I'm leaving is because I’m terrified of his cock?
“Before what?” he presses. He takes my hand and pulls me back into his lap. I sigh as he presses his lips against mine, his kiss soft and sincere. He groans as he fumbles with my dress, lowering the zipper at the back.
I shrug my dress off and then my panties, and gasp as he slips a finger inside me. He kisses my neck, his lips finding my mouth again, while I shiver as his fingers move inside me.
“This okay?” he murmurs. I whimper in response as he hits every damn pleasure spot in my body. I'm about to explode when suddenly, he stops. With a smirk and a somewhat evil grin, he slides his way down onto the floor, spreading my legs further apart. I exhale the breath I was holding onto, watching him from above as he buries his face between my legs.
“Holy crap,” I cry as his tongue thrusts inside me.
I run my fingers through his hair, my hands shaking as he explores me. I can’t believe I’m sitting naked on his couch, while he’s on the floor, tongue deep in my pussy. And fuck, what this man can do with his tongue is incredible. My toes curl, and I gasp as he circles my clit. He glances up, and even though he's latched on to me, I can still see the smirk in his eyes.
“God,” I pant. I grab his hair, forcing his tongue deeper in my pussy. My legs curl around his shoulders as my thighs lock his head in place. I'm so close. I'm on the verge of exploding, and it feels incredible.
I come as his tongue continues to assault me, alternating between licking and sucking. I whimper, my body spasming as he sucks on my clit. I smother my face with a cushion because it’s all I can do not to scream at the top of my lungs and wake the whole neighborhood. I push his head away, unable to take another second of it.
“Sorry,” He grins, not looking the least bit sorry. He climbs back up onto the couch as I struggle to regain my composure. “I couldn't help myself.” He reaches over and takes my hand, entwining his fingers in mine. “So,” he begins, raising his eyebrows, a glint in his eyes. “You were saying you wanted to leave?”
“Yeah. Not so much now.” I grin, a dreamy smile on my face.
“Good,” he says with a chuckle. He stands up and reaches down, scooping me into his arms. I giggle and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my lips against his. I can taste my juices on him, and it's turning me on. It's clearly turning him on as well because with every step he takes, his hard cock presses into me, almost impaling me.
We get into his bedroom, and the first thing I do is look over at the window. I blush because I could just imagine my father walking into my room, looking for me, and glancing across at us through the window. Nick is obviously thinking the same thing because he sits me down and stalks over there to close the blinds.
“I'm surprised you even have any,” I say with grin. “Considering they’re always open.” He glowers at me as I giggle.
“Just shut up and get on the bed,” he demands, a smirk on his face.
Still naked, I sit down on the bed while he stands between my legs. He smiles approvingly and reaches out to stroke my breasts. He cradles my face in his hands and kisses me. I shiver as his fingers trail down my neck and over my breasts, all the way down to the edge of my pussy.
My heart races as he guides me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me. His lips are everywhere. On my neck, devouring my lips, sucking at my nipples. I gasp as his finger brushes past my entrance, teasing me but not committing, which I’m okay with because I'm still so tender from before.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. I curl into his arms and smile, reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants. “I could explore you all night.” He makes a face. “Well, I could if you didn't look like you were about to fall asleep on me.” He chuckles as I whimper. “Am I that exciting, Anna?”
“I'm sorry. I'm just so tired,” I mumble, embarrassed. This is in no way a reflection on him, other than the fact that he’s the reason I’m so damn tired.
“Roll over,” he says.
I do as he tells me and roll over onto my side, smirking as his erection presses against my ass. But when his fingers start to touch my back, that's when I lose my shit. I sigh and arch my back against him, loving the feel of his dick pressing into me.
“That feels incredible,” I sigh, feeling giddy.
I’m trying to stay awake, but my eyes grow heavier until eventually, I fall asleep.
Chapter Eight
Nick
She’s still lying naked in my bed when there's a knock at the door the next morning.
I frown, because I'm not expecting the kids for quite a while yet, or anyone else for that matter. I kind of had plans that involved spending most of the day in bed and in Anna. The idea of changing those plans doesn’t thrill me.
I throw on a pair of shorts and stalk to the door. I probably should’ve looked through the peephole to see who it was before yanking it open, but I’ll remember that for next time.
“Hey,” I say, my heart skipping a beat. “Dan.”
Well, this is awkward. Dan stands on my doorstep, looking concerned. My heart pounds, because he has to be here about Anna.
“Hey, Nick,” he says, running his hand through his thick, sandy hair. “Is my daughter here, by chance? She’s not at home.”
Shit. How do I handle this? I rub the back of my neck and nod, while also trying to think up an excuse as to why she’s here that isn't going to land me in hospital with a broken nose.
“Anna. Yeah, she was looking after the kids while I went to work. She was asleep on the couch when I got home, and I didn’t want to wake her. I remembered her saying you were out, so I just left her to sleep.” I swallow and force a smile, hoping to God it’s looks natural. “She’s in the shower now. You're welcome to come in and wait.”
I brace myself for his response, praying that he turns me down. God help me if he says yes. He laughs and steps forward to pat me on the back.
“Nah, it’s cool,” he grins. “I trust you with my daughter, Nick. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” He pats me on the arm and walks off, before turning around to call out to me. “Can you just let her know that I'm going golfing with Mandy? I’ll be home later.”
“Sure.” I grin. “No worries. I’ll pass that on.”
I close the door, a crushing feeling in my chest that I can only attribute to guilt. I feel absolutely terrible lying to my best friend like that, especially when he said he trusts me. Obviously, he shouldn’t. I groan inwardly. What the fuck am I doing?
Anna wanders out of my room, wearing nothing but one of my oversized shirts. My heart pounds, because thank fucking Christ she wasn’t five seconds earlier coming out of that room. I could just imagine explaining that one to him.
“Who was that?” she asks. She smiles at me with her sleepy eyes and her tousled hair. My cock tingles because I just want to jump her. Then I remember her question and my erection quickly deflates.
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