Chapter Six
“Just be patient a moment longer, okay, baby? We’re going to the bedroom first.” He scooped me up so fast I gasped, and carried me out of the living room to his bedroom. It was a good idea, moving to his bed. I didn’t want to ruin his couch with how much I was leaking.
He was leaking too, though. There was a wet patch at the front of his pants, and my mouth salivated at the thought of licking up his pre-cum.
He placed me on the bed, so I was lying on my back.
“I need you to open your legs, so Daddy can have a good look at you, princess.”
I did as he asked without hesitating.
“Use your hands to spread yourself open. Daddy wants to see how wet your hole is.”
I flushed. Did he really want me to expose myself like that? It would be so embarrassing. But he was staring at me like he needed to see it, and I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to please him, to be his good girl. So I reached down, hand on both sides of my slit, and parted myself for him.
His eyes hooded as he gazed at me. “Fuck. You’re sopping wet.”
“Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?”
“Soon. But first I need you to put Daddy’s cock in your mouth, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, my voice a submissive whisper.
He climbed onto the bed so he was hovering above my chest, his knees on either side of my shoulders. He shoved his pants down and used a hand to guide his cock to my lips. “This won’t take long. Just need you to suck on it a little — ohh, fuck, baby.”
I’d taken him into my mouth and started sucking him like my life depended on it. His face scrunched up, and his entire body went tight, like he was trying his best not to thrust. The thought made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Even in the middle of sex he was considerate.
“You’re so good, sweetheart,” he moaned. “Pretty little cocksucker lips.”
I reached out and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. He took the hint and pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing defined muscles and a strong chest lightly dusted in hair. God, I wanted him inside me immediately.
He abruptly yanked his erection out of my mouth. “Shit. I almost came.” He moved himself off me, gripping himself tight at the base, while taking off his pants off properly.
“Fuck me now, Daddy,” I begged, my voice slightly raw from the blowjob.
“Yeah? You want Daddy to fuck you? Get on your hands and knees.”
I got myself into position, arching my back low. I couldn’t stop myself from shaking my ass slightly, just to tease him. He knelt behind me and I heard the tear of a condom wrapper. A second later, the blunt head of his cock was sliding up and down my folds.
“God, Willow. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look like this? Head down, ass up. Those perfect thighs. That pretty pink hole.”
His words were nasty, but they were also a compliment. I felt proud of myself. “It’s all for you, Daddy.”
He let out a soft grunt. “Hearing you call me that makes me feel like the luckiest man alive. Daddy’s going to push his cock inside you now, okay?”
“Yes, Da—”
My words died in my throat as he sank inside me in one swift motion, so long and thick it made my pussy quiver around him.
“Fuck, you’re clenching around Daddy’s cock. That’s tight. You’re a nasty girl, aren’t you?” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my shoulder. “Daddy’s going to start fucking hard now, okay? It’s been years since Daddy’s been inside a woman, and I can’t hold back.”
“Fuck me as hard as you like, Daddy. I’ll take it.”
“Good girl.”
He kissed my shoulder once more, then straightened up behind me.
Slowly he pulled out…and then he slammed in so hard, I felt myself pushed into the mattress.
Before I could fully comprehend what had happened, he was already pulling out and thrusting in again, and again, and again at a punishing pace, so fast and hard it felt like my mind was going blank.
My eyelids started to lower and I was vaguely aware of the whimpering noises I was making.
He reached around me, his fingers finding my clit, and that was the trigger.
My body shook as I came, overwhelming pleasure making my vision white out.
Distantly, I heard Logan curse as he stretched over me, heavy chest flattening against my back, his mouth behind my ear, moaning, hot breath tickling my neck.
He thrust in one more time and his body went still as he unloaded.
After a few minutes, he pulled out, leaving me feeling oversensitive. He pressed a kiss on my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he retuned, I was just starting to get cold, but he crawled into bed, his naked body warming mine.
“Did I do a good job?” I whispered, closing my eyes. I was surprisingly sleepy after all that.
“You were fucking perfect.” He kissed my forehead again and I suppressed a smile. I really liked when he did that. It was…romantic.
“Are you proud of me?”
“So proud of you.”
I burrowed my head into his chest, and we fell asleep like that, our limbs entwined.
The next morning, I woke up feeling warm and protected. Logan stirred, eyes blinking open and he gave me a lazy smile. “Mornin’,” he said, voice gravelly with sleep.
“Morning,” I replied. Then I remembered it was Sunday.
Logan caught my jaw, rubbing a thumb over my frown. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Just…I’m leaving tomorrow.” I snuggled closer to him, remembering a second later that we were both naked, and his morning wood bumped against my hip.
“Hmm.”
I tilted my head. “What are you thinking about?”
His lips turned up in a small, sad smile. “You. College.”
My brows came together. “What do you mean?”
“You’re young, Willow. You’re pretty. You’re smart. You could have anyone. I’m sure college is full of boys who want you.”
“College boys are stupid,” I said, then winced.
“Okay, maybe not all of them. But…it’s been different…
spending time with you.” It wasn’t just because his looks were on another level to every other man I’d seen.
It wasn’t just because he was older and incredible in bed.
I liked hanging out with him. It felt…peaceful.
I wished I didn’t live four hours away. But even if I didn’t, there were a million reasons it wouldn’t work. He was twenty-four years older than me. And he was my ex’s boyfriend.
Even just imagining Tim’s face if he ever found out made me want to run and hide. I thought of what my sisters and parents would say if they knew. My dad would probably try to punch Logan in the face.
Besides, did Logan even want something serious with me?
Or had this just been a fun fling for him.
I knew he was attracted to me. But maybe he was only interested in sex.
The thought made my heart sink, but I mustered up a brave face.
“Let’s just enjoy our last day together,” I said in a light-hearted tone.
Emotions flickered over Logan’s face, too fast for me to read. “Alright,” he said eventually.
We made our way to the bathroom. I’d never been inside it before and saw the shower was more than big enough to fit both of us.
Under the hot water, I dealt with Logan’s morning wood, and he immediately returned the favor, his talented fingers playing with my clit until I came while clutching the wall tiles.
We had pancakes for breakfast and wasted the morning and afternoon away in the lounge room. I had to read Middlemarch for a college class, so I did that while lying on the couch. Logan sat on the other end, my feet in his lap, thumbing his way through a copy of Robinson Crusoe .
And it was perfect, just the two of us sitting in a quiet room, reading together.
Two hours later, the sun was starting to dip low, and I was getting restless. I kept my eyes on my book, but shifted my feet, massaging Logan’s thighs.
In the corner of my eye, I saw him glance at me, but I pretended I didn’t notice, innocently flipping the page.
Logan cleared his throat and returned his focus to his book.
I shifted my feet again.
“Willow.”
I glanced up. “Yes?” I said sweetly.
“I know what you’re doing.”
I shrugged, as if I couldn’t help myself. “Just getting bored.”
“Is the book not good?”
“No, it is good,” I replied. I could understand why my professor had assigned it. “It’s just…meandering.” I close the book and set it on the coffee table. “Logan?”
“Mm?”
“Can you take your shirt off?”
That shocked a laugh out of him. “Where did that come from?”
“I just want to see you properly. In the daylight.”
And that’s how I found myself in his lap, dragging my fingers over the hard ridges of his muscles. He didn’t look like a model — he looked better. Because he was real. Dustings of hair. A few scars from old injuries. Strong arms formed from day after day of manual labor.
“I want to see you too,” he murmured, tugging my shirt off, so I was in my bra. I could feel him getting hard under my ass and adjusted myself, teasing him slightly, and he gave me a heated look. His hands landed on my tits, squeezing softly.
The front door groaned open, and there was the roll of a suitcase on a hardwood floor. “Dad?” a sickeningly familiar voice yelled out.
I scrambled off Logan so fast, I fell backwards and landed on the carpet with a loud thud.
A few seconds later, Tim poked his head into the living room and fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck .
If he’d arrived just ten minutes earlier, Logan and I would have been reading.
There was nothing inappropriate about that.
Except there was no way to explain why we were both shirtless.
Tim stared at us for a long moment. We stared back at him, unable to say anything. I felt my skin go as red as a cherry.
After a moment, Logan stood up. “Son —”
“What the fuck.” It wasn’t a question. Tim looked from me on the floor to his dad to me again. “What the actual fuck.”
“We can talk about this,” Logan said.
Tim shook his head, taking a step back. And even though I was still angry at him for how he’d treated me, in that moment, I couldn’t help the crushing wave of guilt overtaking me. Because suddenly, Tim looked like a confused little boy.
He disappeared out of the room. Logan gave me a helpless look, then rushed after him.
Which left me on the floor, still numb with shock. After a moment, I put my shirt on. Then I made my way upstairs. On the way to the guest room, I passed a door that must’ve led to Tim’s bedroom. Inside, he and Logan were arguing in low voices, though I couldn’t make out anything they said.
Once in the guest room, I sat on the bed, not sure what to do. Part of me felt responsible for this mess, because I’d been the one to assure Logan that no one would find out. But how could I have known Tim would come back today? I would’ve thought he’d stay in Cancún for the whole week.
Eventually, I got sick of doing nothing, and started packing my suitcase, just to have something to do. That’s when there was a knock at the door and Logan stepped inside. He stared at my packed suitcase.
His brows came together. “Are you going?”
I hesitated, conflicted. “If I have to,” I replied. “I don’t want to, but…”
He was quiet for a second. “Come downstairs. Let’s have dinner.”
“Is Tim still here?”
“Yeah, he’s setting the table.” He offered me a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’re going to try and figure this out.”
That was surprising. I would’ve expected a shouting match. But I nodded and followed Logan downstairs. I trusted him.