Single Dad Seeking Love

6. Letting Go

Julie follows me out the front door.

“You’re going to be okay, Julie,” I promise.

I grab her hand, squeezing it gently. Some of the confidence is back in her smile.

Yet my smile drops as I turn and walk away, my chest filled with guilt. I hadn’t meant to kiss her – didn’t want to kiss her. I’ve broken the promise I made myself yesterday, that I would stay away from Trevor’s sister. Although I never intended for the kiss to happen.

“What the…!”

A big, callused hand grips my shirt and hauls me through the door of an outbuilding. The air in my lungs is knocked out of me as I’m pushed up against the wall. My shower bag drops to the ground.

“What the hell are you at?” Trevor’s blue eyes are dark, stormy, and the words are snarled. Dust is dancing in the air, lit up through cracks in the wall.

“Jesus Christ, Trevor! You scared the living daylights out of me.”

“What the hell were you doing in my house, with Julie?”

“I was… I… She’s letting Adam watch cartoons while I shower.”

His gaze flicks between my eyes, a slight hesitation before his next growled words. “Then why were you holding her hand like that?”

“I was thanking her!” The lie flows easily while my heart hammers in my chest.

“I’ve told you to stay away from Julie.”

And I want to, but I don’t like being caught out like this, so I growl back, “She’s old enough to look after herself.”

“She’s young enough to be easily swayed.”

Trevor steps closer, his wide chest brushing mine. But that’s not all that is touching. Heat fills my cheeks as I’m sure he can feel my swelling cock.

Anger drains from his face, and in its wake, a knowing smirk appears. I’ve never been so mortified. I want to run away, but he’s blocking me. Caging me in with his wide shoulders and a push of his hips against mine. An embarrassed moan finds its way up my throat and no matter how much I fight it, my hips rock back.

“We shouldn’t…” I bring my hands up to push him away, but his hard chest doesn’t budge. Instead, he grips my wrists and brings my arms up against the wall.

“Shouldn’t what?” he whispers mockingly and grinds against me. The friction sends waves of heat through my groin and I gasp as I notice that he has hardened too.

I’ve never been with a man, never experimented or tested boundaries. This scares me, threatens what I know and what I find safe, yet I don’t fight back. Instead I welcome his thrusts that rub my aching cock against his. The jerk of my hips is instinctive, a wanton, unfamiliar need, clouding my mind.

Our puffed breaths are loud in the quiet room, lips so close but not touching. I step up on my toes, bring my groin higher to meet his thrusts better, my abs tight as I push my hips out. I swear quietly and my jaw goes slack as the new position puts more pressure on my cock, the tension building rapidly with every move.

The smirk is gone from Trevor’s face while his cheeks have turned rosy. A dark curl has escaped his ponytail and fallen over his forehead. I want to touch it, but my wrists are locked in his secure grip. I’m afraid of what I would do if they were free. This is safer.

A stuttered moan shows I’m close to the edge.

“Are you going to come for me?” Trevor’s breath fans over my lips. His hips pick up pace, increasing the friction.

My head falls back against the wall. “Don’t,” I beg, but for what I don’t know.

“It’s okay,” he pants. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

His hands flex around my wrists, and that’s when I feel it, that strange sense of being looked after, of not having to carry the burden. Tingling covers my scalp, then down my neck. I cry out, our groins smashed together, his cock jolting against mine through our clothes. My spine arches and my hips jerk, once, twice. I squeeze my eyes closed, and in Trevor’s secure grip, I cry out again. Wet heat spreads inside my jeans as I find my release. I gasp for air, my head fuzzy.

“That was hot, city boy.”

I blink and open my eyes.

Trevor’s gaze is hooded. He licks his lips and his chest moves rapidly. The pressure around my wrists releases as he lets go of my hands. Panic fills me. When he held me, I could blame him for my actions. But not anymore. What have I done?

Blue eyes scan my face. I tense and swallow hard. Before me, Trevor’s hooded gaze turns cold and his mouth twists into a mocking smirk. He steps back. He’s still hard, the outline of his impressive length clear as day against his trousers.

“Stay away from Julie.”

His parting words.

Then I’m alone.