Chapter 12 #2
“I’m not asking to get married.” I gave him the snort and eye roll that deserved. “But I want to date you—not the nonexistent person you think I’ve got my eye on.”
“Well, hell,” I sighed. This was a position I’d been in exactly no times before. “I’ve never dated someone who wanted to be exclusive. Kinda weird.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’ll get bored? Maybe I will?”
Daddy looked convinced I’d grown two heads and offered him a trip to the center of Earth. My confusion seemed perfectly reasonable to me. His expression said otherwise.
“You’re killin’ me, sugar.” With a long-suffering sigh, Daddy leaned across the work table, snagged my hand, and pulled me back to him until I was bracketed between his thighs. When his hands slid into the back pockets of my cutoffs and cupped my ass, I reminded myself to breathe.
“How about this…you don’t go breaking up with me before we get going. We date and do shit together. And if we like it, we do more shit together. If we don’t like it, then we stop doing shit together,” Daddy offered, like it was the most reasonable solution in the world.
“We could do that, I guess,” I said begrudgingly.
“You’re so sweet.” The sarcasm was obvious, but so was the smile in his voice. “We got that settled, so now we gotta plan the shit. Pick you up at six for the potluck on Saturday? It’s casual, so wear whatever.”
“Uh-huh.” My brain couldn’t be expected to remain online when his fingers were gently kneading my ass.
It was a fully lost cause when he slid his hands out of my pockets and those magical, talented fingers roamed the planes of my back, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I swayed and bowed toward him.
Daddy sought out that sensitive spot at the base of my throat. His tongue found my pulse point and sucked on it in the same rhythm. My moans filled the kitchen, and his chuckles followed. Between his fingers and his mouth, I melted into happy, boneless goo. Almost boneless.
“Sugar, I have a dinner meeting tonight in San Antonio. You gonna be awake tonight around nine? I’ll stop by, bring you some dessert, and tuck you in.”
“None for you?”
“I got somethin’ else in mind for mine.”
I hadn’t blushed since high school, but Daddy broke my streak.
Daddy
I’m stuck on I-10, so I’m not going to make it on time. It’s a parking lot.
Jasper
Oh no! What happened?
Daddy
Jack-knifed truck with a tipped-over trailer. They are clearing it, but it’s gonna be a while.
Jasper
Well, damn, I wanted to see you tonight. I was promised a tucking in.
Daddy
If you don’t mind it being late, I still want to keep my promise.
Jasper
Side door’s unlocked, but don’t worry about it. I was mostly joking about the tucking in.
Daddy
Fingers crossed we’ll get moving soon.
Jasper
Be careful.
“Sugar, you smell good.”
“Daddy, you made it. What time is it?” With his body blanketed over mine, my phone was too far out of reach to check.
“One-thirty. They finally diverted us through the back roads.” My sharp gasp when he nuzzled the space behind my ear made him chuckle. After my reaction, he went back for another go. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“I’d be more upset if you hadn’t.” I squirmed until I was on my back and underneath him.
His weight anchored me to the bed. With some maneuvering, we managed to fuse our mouths together.
Daddy’s tongue plunged deep inside my mouth.
Our tongues tangled, but there was absolutely no resistance from me to his kiss.
Each stroke of his tongue sent waves of anticipation thrumming through my veins.
I’d never wanted a man more in my life. I swallowed my disappointment when we were forced to separate to drag air into our lungs.
“Damn, sugar, you know how to say hello.”
“Only for my Daddy.”
“I told myself I wasn’t going to come over because it really is late. Yet, somehow, I ended up in your driveway anyway,” he said with a rueful shake of his head. “You’re addictive.”
His nuzzling against my ear forced what breathe I’d managed to grab back out again.
“Why wouldn’t you want to come over?” I asked. “You were invited.”
“I know, sugar, but sometimes I get a little too far into my head.”
Like he was moving a ragdoll, I was unceremoniously flipped onto my back before Daddy’s body blanketed mine.
His hands slid down my body as he spoke.
His calloused fingers left a trail of tingles in their wake like breadcrumbs waiting to be discovered.
When his mouth followed his fingers, my skin was on fire.
Within a breath, I was flushed and needy.
How desperate I was for him should have embarrassed me, but I didn’t care.
He was exactly the man I’d imagined falling for, and now he’d appeared in my bed, ready to take me over the edge with him.
Daddy continued his exploration down my body.
He skimmed over my clavicle and down the smooth expanse of my chest. He stopped to tweak and lave my nipples until their sharp points were achy.
He ignored my sharp gasp and squirming to continue mapping every inch of my body.
When he reached the edge of the blanket and pushed it down, he let out a low moan when he saw my fiery-red training pants.
“Damn, sugar, that’s a good color on you.”
“They are pretty cute, aren’t they?”
The edges of the pants were trimmed with ribbon and the top edge was frilled with soft lace. The tightness of them kept me feeling secure, just like I wanted when I was in a little space, but they were pretty too. It was the very best of both worlds.
“Yeah, but I wanna see what’s underneath,” Daddy rasped. The way he spoke made me feel precious and kept in the best kind of way. It was like I was the present he’d been waiting all month to unwrap, and it was finally Christmas morning.
But lying underneath him, the intrusive thoughts of self-doubt crept into my mind, and I couldn’t shake them loose.
All the parts of us—really me—were a lot.
The little part. The dating part. The neighbors hooking up and the whole town gossiping part.
On instinct, I recoiled from the ideas taking root in my mind and accidentally drew away from Daddy too.
He immediately stopped his exploration and moved up my body so we were once again face-to-face.
“Sugar, what’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing.”
“Try again, and this time, tell me the truth.”
“Ugh, it’s just a lot,” I sighed.
“What is?” Daddy stared at me without flinching. His eyes were hooded with an intensity that was a lot even by his standards.
“Me. This thing. The gossip. Maybe the goats. Dating. I don’t want you to feel forced or put-upon or smothered. It feels like I’m shoving all these things on you.”
Daddy braced himself above me, and for the first time, I realized he’d stripped before getting into bed.
His body pressed mine back into the mattress, leaving me trapped.
But rather than feel smothered, I felt cocooned, which made no sense given that I was in the throes of insecurity entirely of my making.
“Sugar, what you don’t get is that I want it shoved on me. Hell, shove it down my throat so I can taste it all.”
It was my turn to search his face. There was no pretense or hiding. He was like an open book, offering me all his pages.
Rather than say anything else, Daddy flipped me over like I was a steer about to be roped, pulled my knees underneath me, and immediately put his mouth on my ass. He nibbled his way across the globes while occasionally stopping for a lick or a kiss.
“Sugar, you clean for me?”
“Yeah, I was hoping I’d be dessert.”
“That’s exactly right. You bring all the sugar.”
“Daddy, that’s a really good line.” I giggled.
Rather than answer, Daddy snorted and yanked my ass up to meet his mouth.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he growled right before the sounds of torn fabric filled the room.
Daddy dropped his head, and his mouth and tongue worked the tight outer ring of muscle until it was pliant and soft. Daddy’s appreciative sounds made me preen under his ministrations. I wanted him to possess me for as long as he wanted me.
With that thought careening through my mind, I forced myself to focus on the here and now and the earth-shattering sensations Daddy was creating with his tongue.
He tasted and sipped and devoured me all in one sitting.
Each thrust of his tongue inside my channel sent me one step closer to losing all semblance of control.
My feverish skin became slick with sweat and Daddy paused to lick a salty rivulet.
My answering moan pulled a chuckle from him, and then he did it all over again.
Each time he paused, I felt the last little bits of my control slip away.
He was sending me higher and higher, and the ground was too far away to turn back now.
“Daaaaaaaddy,” I keened in a desperate attempt to find the relief or release I desperately needed.
“I wanted it shoved.” Daddy’s redoubled efforts to send me over the edge were a success.
Whatever time had passed…hours, days, possibly minutes…my mind had ceased to function. He owned me. My skin was fully slick with sweat, leaving me feeling sticky and bothered, but Daddy never paused. I moaned and whimpered, but his mouth never left the rosebud of my most hidden self.
One hand snaked underneath me and grasped my dripping cock.
He squeezed gently until my mind shattered into a million pieces, all flying in different directions.
Between his hand and mouth, it was no longer possible for me to do anything but ride the wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.
My dick was like a faucet as a steady stream of precum coated my sheets and Daddy’s hand.
“Da–aaaady.”
“Let it happen, sugar.” Daddy paused long enough to answer me before returning to his task of making me lose my mind.
Without time to think, a wave washed over me that I couldn’t hold back anymore and didn’t want to anyway. Rope after rope of cum pulsed from my body, leaving me and my bed a sticky mess. I collapsed under him and turned myself over to the floaty feeling of oblivion.
I felt the bed shift around me and heard the wonderfully obscene sounds of skin on skin while Daddy jacked himself off above me.
It wasn’t long before his shouts echoed mine, and I felt his release splash across my ass and back.
Seconds later, Daddy collapsed on top of me.
I was pinned to the bed, but just like before, I liked the weight of him.
Neither of us spoke for a while. Our harsh pants carried enough meaning.
As the cum cooled, the moment went from sexy to awkward. What was hot before was now on the verge of being itchy and too sticky.
“As much as I’d love to lie here, we gotta get up for a quick shower.”
“Thank god it’s not just me.” I wiggled my ass to make him move, but Daddy groaned instead.
“I’m too old to go again that fast. You should’ve caught me fifteen years ago.”
“What would’ve happened then?”
“Hell, we’d have already gone twice by now.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.”
“It surely does, sugar.”