A Father's Bliss (A Holinight Novella)

8. Marcus

Taking a fork, I stab a small amount of trout, watching the steam coil around my fingers as I break a piece off and hold it out for her. I fully anticipate her to take the utensil from me, but instead she places the flat of her palms against the island and leans forward, her lips forming the smallest o before she blows over the sample.

My cock jerks, the visual of those gorgeous lips of hers circled around it flooding my thoughts. Those big amber eyes wide and filled with tears as I fuck her sweet mouth. The same mouth that’s plagued my mind since her first day at work.

It’s been hell trying to ignore Renee and how she’s somehow snuck under my skin and embedded herself there. How our small conversations and that smile of hers have slowly become the highlight of my day. It’s been even harder to not pretend how she makes me feel. How tightly she could have me wrapped around her finger if she wanted.

I almost consider telling her this but stop short when those damn lips part just enough for her to slip the piece of fish inside.

She closes her mouth around it, allowing her lashes to flutter shut and a moan to erupt from her throat. “Mmm.”

The simple sound causes my entire body to flare to life. My heart pounds violently into my rib cage while my muscles pull taunt. It isn’t until the pain of my molars being smashed together radiates across my jaw that I finally find words.

“I’ll take that as you like it.”

She glides her lips from the fork, her lids lifting open slowly. My blood is nothing but molten lava, sludging through my veins and heating my skin uncomfortably as I watch her small pink tongue slip out and coast over her lips.

“It’s incredible.” Her voice is low, breathy, and for a moment I get lost in her gaze. Perhaps that’s why when she starts to lean back, something in me snaps. A small thread that’s been slowly weakening until it was holding on by the strength of a prayer. A prayer that now falls on deaf ears.

The fork drops from my fingers, clanking against the counter below as my hand shoots out, wrapping around her throat. With barely any force, I yank her towards me, and stop when her mouth is only an inch away from mine. Chest heaving, my eyes meet hers, waiting in what feels like tormented purgatory for her to tell me what to do. Waiting for her to say yes.

Yes, I can kiss her.

Yes, I can touch her.

Yes, I can finally have her.

I wait, and it’s only when I think the agony of it is enough to rip me apart that she blinks, her eyes creasing with a look of desperation that makes my soul sing.

“Please.” It’s a whimper, and I swallow it whole.

I smash my mouth against hers and completely devour her.

Within a second, she relaxes into me, opening with the smallest prod of my tongue. I dive inside, tasting the glaze still prominent in her mouth as I take control. Years of chaste glances, unspoken words, small brushes of skin, and pent up desire devolve in the kiss. I lose myself in her, giving her everything I had to stop myself from giving time and time again.

She moans, her hands fisting the front of my shirt as she tugs me closer across the island. Another piece of my sanity chips away, and I kiss her harder, desperate to earn more of these noises. My cock strains against my slacks as my fingers flex around her throat, allowing me to feel her pulse thumping against them. It’s fast, matching my own heart rate, and I realize we need to have that conversation before the safety net of the island is no longer between us.

I break from her mouth, but keep my face close, letting my eyes rove over her to gauge her reaction. Judging by her flushed skin, heaving chest, and swollen lips, I’d say she very much wants to continue, but I need her words. Luckily, Renee being who she is, doesn’t leave room for interpretation.

She groans, her fists tugging as she tries to pull me back to her. “Why would you stop?”

I smile. “We need to talk.”

“It can’t wait until later?”

Shaking my head, I drop my hands to where hers are clenched in my shirt. “It’s important, Renee. Believe me, I wouldn’t stop if it wasn’t.”

Her head falls back with a groan, and I’m not remotely surprised at how cute I find it. “Fine. I’ve only waited four years, what’s another five minutes?”

A brow arches. “Four years?”

She returns her gaze to me and crosses her arms over her chest. Instead of answering, she simply levels with me a daring expression, her eyes narrowing and her lips a hard line. Did I have an inkling Renee Porter had a similar interest in me as I did her? Perhaps. But I knew it wasn’t as profound, and that belief only grew tenfold when she began dating my son.

“It’s important we talk about what’s about to happen.”

“Why?” she asks, her lids widening. “Are you planning to do things to me I need to sign a waiver for?”

This gets a chuckle from me. “Well no, but I do want to discuss consent?—”

“Yes.” Renee spins in the chair before hopping down and walking around the counter. As much as I know I should back up, I can’t. My feet are seemingly cemented to the floor. “Yes, yes, and yes again.”

She stops less than a foot away from me, her head tilted back so she can gazes up at me. Unable to resist, I lift a hand and tuck some stray hairs behind her ear, allowing my fingers to play and curl around the ends. “How can you so easily agree when you don’t have a full understanding of what you’re agreeing to?”

“Because I’m saying yes to you, and I trust you.” Her soft words plant mustard seeds in my chest.

The dozens of questions along with the many things I wanted to tell her seem to fade with the glimmer in her eyes. I can only focus on her face. On the smooth rose color decorating her cheeks. The few freckles along the bridge of her nose. Supple lips I can’t wait to kiss again. And those eyes, bright amber hues under a fan of thick lashes.

She’s beyond beauty. She’s eternal. And I don’t want to spend another day where I’m not waking up to her.

The words stick in my throat, unable to say them because until now, I shouldn’t have felt anything for her. But I have this entire time.

“What do you want out of this?” She asks.

I abandon her hair and hook a finger under her chin, my answer simple and absolute. “You.”

The corner of her lips curl in a smile, but it’s quickly smothered out by her thoughts. By her realizations, which I’ve long considered. “You don’t think you just need to work me from your system?”

My brows furrow. Perhaps I was wrong. “Work you from my system? Why in the hell would you think that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, I just figured…”

I lift her chin higher to prevent her gaze from dropping from mine. “The only certainty I have is that I’d only become more addicted than I already am.”

Her bottom lip disappears beneath her teeth, before a second later, she smirks, a playful gleam in her eye. “Well in that case...”

Soft hands find my waist and slowly feel around until they reach my belt buckle. She’s quick to unfasten it before moving on to the button and zipper. When she has it undone, she begins to sink to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Renee.” My voice is low, gritty, a warning wrapped around every letter. “What are you doing?”

A cocky grin paints her face. “I think it’s pretty obvious”

Her knees hit the floor as her fingers hook into the waistband of my briefs. Despite every fiber of my body being desperate for her touch, I wrap my hands around her wrist to stop her. “Have you never heard of ladies first?”

“What a gentleman.” She laughs, tugging against my hold. “But this lady chooses to have a little fun first. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?”

My eyes narrow playfully before I release her. “There is nothing I wouldn’t give you.”

“Good,” is all she says before she returns her fingers to my briefs and yanks them down just enough to free my erection.

An indescribable wave of relief washes over me with the act, but her expression gives me pause. With her slacked jaw, and blown pupils, it’s now my turn to allow a bit of an arrogant smile to tilt my lips. “Is there a problem?”

She manages a thick swallow before shaking her head. Then she must rethink things because she nods. “It’s going to choke me.”

A deep laugh rumbles my chest. I shouldn’t be surprised by anything that comes out of this woman”s mouth, but yet, I always am. “You’ll have to breathe through your nose, Renee.”

Her nostrils flare as her eyes flash to me. I can see the hint of trepidation lingering along the edges, but if I know one thing—courtesy of her stories about a triathlon, homecoming queen fiasco, and a bake sale—she is no quitter.

On cue, determination takes over as she slips her cardigan from her shoulders and tosses on to the island next to me. She then takes her hair and wraps it around one hand and gazes up at me. “Would you?”

One side of my lips hitch up. Only Renee Porter can make something like this a comical event. I can’t wait to see how long she’ll be able to keep it up when my head is between her thighs. “Of course.”

I take the hair from her and thread my fingers through it, while she lifts both hands—one finding my thigh for balance and the other the base of my cock.

A tremor runs through me with the feel of her soft hands wrapped around me, but when she leans forward and licks from base to tip, my knees buckle.

“Fuck.”

She hums before doing it again, this time, applying pressure to the flat of her tongue. When she reaches the tip, she locks her lips around it, enveloping it into her warm mouth. My blood soars, driving south and straight into my already solid cock as she pops me out of her mouth and repeats, only taking me back further.

My jaw clenches and I groan, my hand tightening in her hair. “That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”

Something passes over her eyes at my words and I can’t help but wonder what makes little Miss Renee Porter the wettest. Praise, degradation, perhaps exhibitionism, or restraints. I intend to try them all over time, but tonight I think I’ll keep it simple and start with patience.

Satisfied that she has my cock slick enough, she begins to twist her hand in tune with her mouth, taking me halfway into her throat before moving back to the tip.

I smirk, shaking my head. “You can take more than that. Show me.”

Her pupils flare, nearly engulfing her irises, but she does as told, sucking me further into her mouth until she releases a small gag.

“There you go. I knew you could do it.”

The fingers on my thigh dig into my slacks as she continues to take me as far back as she can. Her cheeks hollow out, tears spring to her lower lids, and she doesn’t stop.

My heart thuds harder against my rib cage, the sight of finally seeing Renee on her knees for me pushing me closer to my breaking point. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, Renee? To have you on your knees for me? How many times I fucked my fist and had to settle for only thoughts of you?

She moans around my cock, squeezing harder and sucking faster.

“Do you like knowing I have to think of you to come?”

Her eyes flutter shut with another groan.

“That every time I came, it was your name leaving my mouth?”

Her brows curve up, a whimper echoing in the air, but she doesn’t falter, she continues sucking my cock like the good girl she is. Tears stream down her pretty face as she takes me impossibly deeper and when I hit the back of her throat, my head falls back.

Lightning sparks low in my spine before becoming an all out inferno. It threatens to swallow me whole with every stroke of her hot mouth and before I can stop it, my orgasm takes hold of me.

“I need you to decide where you want me to come, baby girl.” My eyes flash to her. “Now.”

Without missing a beat, she sucks down my cock one last time before releasing me with a sharp pop. Her hand continues to work me as she opens her mouth wide at the tip.

“My naughty girl.”

She smirks. “Only for you.”

At her words, fire scorches down my spine as my orgasm rips through me and into Renee’s waiting mouth. Her hand continues to twist around me, pulling out every last drop, and never have I seen anything sexier than when she swallows my release.

Skin still hot, my breathing unsteady, I tighten my fist in her hair to force her head back. The few tears have caused small lines of mascara to run down her pink cheeks, and her lips are a bright red. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and kissing her.

She relaxes, moaning into my mouth. My heart squeezes as it truly washes over me what just happened. What’s finally happened after all this time.

I break away from her lips and straighten, fastening my pants and belt, before hooking a hand under her elbow to help her stand.

“You did so well.” I lift my free hand and run my thumb along her swollen bottom lip. “Now it’s my turn.”