Chapter 9
Alyssa
Lying there warm, curled up in the luxurious cotton sheets, it was impossible to convince my eyes to open. They held the earthy rich scent I now associated with Gabriel, adding to the allure of remaining asleep. If I could’ve stayed there forever, I would have. If I was being honest, if technology ever got to the point where I could hook my computer up to my brain so I could write my stories, I might never get out of bed again.
It was those moments between sleep and waking where I came up with some of my best book ideas—like that cozy state called to all the hidden plot bunnies in my brain. In that short amount of time my imagination was free to roam in the best directions.
Wrapped up like a burrito in hotel sheets, I pretended my date with Gabriel hadn”t ended after the Ferris wheel ride. Though the last real memory I think I had of him involved begging him for an adorable stuffed purple dog, I’d imagined a whole montage of memories. Him winning me stuffies, us strolling under the stars on the boardwalk, and so many ways of us ending up doing things so wild and hot that if I was wearing panties they would be soaked through.
Even without a cyber-connected brain, I would’ve laid there for at least another few hours if it wasn”t for the party killer known as my bladder. I would have dreamed up at least another five or six magical dates with him. Instead, I went from lazy sleeping Nirvana to crazy desperate panic as I rolled out of his bed. Luckily for me and my bladder most hotels are laid out pretty similarly.
I barely took in the over-the-top luxury in the room around me as I scrambled to get to the bathroom. Distraction and desperation were my excuses for not noticing that the door was closed as I slammed into it or hearing the sounds that indicated someone was already inside the room. It wasn”t until I was sitting down peeing like I drank twenty gallons of water the day before that I realized Gabriel was in the bathroom with me.
I”m not gonna lie. Embarrassment probably would have caused my head to explode if I hadn”t been struck completely mindless by the sight of a slightly damp and completely naked Gabriel.
Okay, my imagination was one of the strongest parts of my brain. That wasn’t bragging, it was a fact. One I could back up by presenting with the evidence of the many books I”d written. Despite my powerful brain I hadn”t done justice in my thoughts to what he would look like without all of his clothes.
I wasn”t sure if it was the blush on my cheeks or the steam in the air, but my body heated up in two seconds flat. He was the exact image of male perfection. No wonder I’d thought he was a warrior god.
His broad shoulders and well-defined arms gave me no doubt that he could pick me up, toss me around without ever breaking a sweat. Maybe I should have blushed and looked away, but my gaze couldn’t help but travel down the sculpted lines of his chest toward his waist. I”m sure his legs were perfect as well, but at that moment I didn’t care.
My eyes stopped and my brain broke as I took in his porn-worthy penis. I hadn”t seen a lot of dicks in my life and hadn’t really wanted to. For real, what dangles between a man”s legs isn”t attractive. I didn’t know if it was the size or the smooth uncut length of him, but I was hypnotized. My mouth watered as I watched it slowly rising from his body somehow getting bigger. My lips tingled as I imagined trying to fit as much of that length into my mouth as I could.
I might have a bit of an oral fixation because I craved the ability to taste him. When I”d written a story a few months ago about a Little girl who would spend hours kneeling at her Daddy”s feet, suckling on him, the idea had been interesting, but not intriguing. At that moment I became a convert. Watching Gabriel stand there shaving his jawline with a small smile tipping up the edge of his lips I was considering what it would take to talk him into it.
I knew Daddy was supposed to be the one in charge, but all guys liked blowjobs, right? I couldn’t possibly get in trouble for that.
“Do you need help finishing up, beautiful girl?”
Heat flashed up my neck at his words as my sleepy brain finally kicked back into gear. Oh god, I was acting like an idiot. Giving over that type of control wasn”t my thing but I had to admit it was super hot that he”d offered. Taking a deep breath and doing my best not to die of mortification, I cleaned myself up.
How had I ended up naked, peeing in front of the man who I was hoping would become my forever Daddy? What did he think when I barged in on him naked? Why were we both naked? Was there something I didn’t remember about last night?
No, my lady bits weren’t sore. Logic was hard with his gorgeous body on display but there were enough context clues to tell me he had probably taken a shower. At least that explained the lack of clothes on one of us. The ridiculousness of the situation was my only excuse for blurting out “Why am I naked?”
I wrapped my arms around my chest as I stood and tried to turn my hips to preserve a small amount of dignity. I”m not saying that I was particularly modest but had the shower curtain been within my reach, I probably would have tried to hold it up in front of me.
Gabriel shook his head and made a tisking sound. “Don”t cover yourself, little girl.”
He stepped forward and with a gentle touch, tipped up my chin so that I was looking into his eyes. “Never hide yourself from Daddy.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” With his gaze on mine I couldn’t resist obeying and lowering my arms.
“Good girl. You didn”t have any pajamas here last night. I didn”t think your clothes would be comfortable to sleep in, so I undressed you when I tucked you in.”
Trying to sort my memories from last night into reality and fantasy wasn’t easy. How was it that I had zero images of us getting back to the hotel room? I wanted to stomp my foot when I realized I’d been so tired I’d completely missed out on the getting tucked in experience. Writing the caring way that Daddy took care of and tucked his girl in at night was my favorite. You didn’t get to experience those gentle intimate actions when your only experience was in a club.
Then when I finally found someone who wanted to be with me outside a single scene, I slept through the good parts.
The brush of his thumb against my lower lip startled me. “Why are you pouting? I’m sorry if I overstepped, but you were too tired to make sense. Would you have preferred if I had put you in one of my t-shirts?”
The idea of being wrapped up in one of his shirts made me shiver in anticipation. “I”d love to wear one of your shirts. I wasn’t pouting. I was sad I didn’t remember you tucking me in. But sleeping naked is good too.”
His deep chuckle wrapped around me and I swayed toward him.
“I can’t help that my Little girl was too tired to enjoy bedtime. I promise to make sure you get lots of naps in the future so you can be awake enough to remember every moment we’re together.”
“Thank you?” I wanted to be polite, but I didn’t like the direction his thoughts were going. Naps weren’t fun so I never took one. Though being tired sucked pretty hard too. I didn’t care about the crazy logic behind those two ideas, I didn’t want to nap. Especially if it meant I’d miss even a minute of time I could be with Gabriel. Besides, my life was so crazy busy that there was no way he would find time during the day to make me sleep.
“You’re welcome. Let”s wash your hands, princess.” Gabriel leaned forward and placed a light kiss against my lips. He maneuvered me so that I was between him and the sink.
I”d written the scene many times but the reality of it was more powerful than any words I”d ever put together. The connection between us was like a heatwave against my skin. The reflection of us in the fancy giant mirror above the sink was an image I wish I could have captured. His large body framed mine as he guided my hands to the water.
I’d always imagined that it would be sweet. Something I wanted to experience but it wasn’t in the top ten of my fantasies. This was so much more. It was intimate and loving but my thoughts were so far from sweet it wasn’t funny. As he pumped soap onto my hands, my core clenched with desire. It was as if his hands were touching me everywhere.
Though the water was warm a shiver ran through me. With his hot skin against my back and his hard cock pressing into my spine it was as if I was enveloped by him. Safe, pampered, it was so sexy that I was getting wet in a way that had nothing to do with the sink.
“Daddy.” The word was a moan as I leaned back into him, my nipples tightening.
Gabriel”s eyes flared with desire in the reflection and he turned off the water. “Yes, princess?”
He dried my hands with a washcloth. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the need quickly building in my core. We stared at each other in the mirror, and I watched as he slowly ran his fingers up my arm then out across my chest and my breasts, tracing gentle circles around my nipples. Sparks of pleasure shot straight to my core.
I was a woman of words but every last one of them escaped me as I lost myself to the pleasure of the moment. He moved with a slowness that was gentle torture. I both wanted to spend all day pressed against his warm skin and scream in frustration. A painful jolt of pleasure shot like lightning down my spine as he pinched my nipples in a way that was too much yet not enough.
My gasp was loud in the tiled room. He leaned down and nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck.
His voice rumbled just under my ear. “What do you want, Alyssa?”
Five words. One question. But I had no idea how to answer. My brain tumbled over and cartwheeled as thousands of thoughts fought for supremacy. I wanted him. I wanted this fantasy. I wanted him to take me bent over at the sink. No, carry me and toss me onto the bed. Should he cherish me or ravish me? Could I have both?
How many of my ideas could we try in a single day? This was why Daddies were supposed to be in charge. I wanted every single one of them to happen. What I didn”t want was to think about reality or responsibility. How was I supposed to choose?
“I want to taste you, Daddy.” I think I was as surprised as he was when those words popped out of my mouth. But as soon as I’d said them, it was all I could think about.
One of Gabriel”s hands slid off my breast and ran slowly up my chest. It traced across my neck, then chin until his thumb teased my lips. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue across his finger. He tasted clean with a slightly bitter bite from the soap we’d just used, but I didn”t care. As I explored the texture of his skin, it faded and all I could taste was him.
His finger pressed down against my tongue and something inside me relaxed. Who could have imagined what a dominant act something so simple could be. I closed my eyes, losing myself into the peaceful sensations of having my lips wrapped around him. Would his cock feel like this? What would he taste like?
The rumble in his chest was almost a growl as it vibrated against my back. His cock pulsed against my spine as I sucked harder as if he too was picturing my mouth in a very different place.
“Does my Little girl like having things in her mouth?”
The way he said it made me blush, but I couldn’t deny the truth of his statement. I nodded my head, not wanting to stop or admit it out loud.
“I’ll let you play, little girl, but I want a taste of you as well.”
The squeak of surprise I gave as he scooped me off the floor turned into a moan as he carried me into the bedroom. My mind was racing as I took in his words but before I could fully come to terms with what he was suggesting he was tossing me onto the bed. With a light bounce I settled onto the comforter.
My mouth went dry as he crawled toward me across the mattress. “I want you to sit on my face, princess.”
He wanted me to what? My mind skipped a beat as I tried to process what he was asking for. It wasn”t that I hadn”t heard of people doing that. Heck I”d read about and written it more times than I like to think, but I”d never actually done it. Was it really a thing? Like for real?
A sting on my ass broke me out of the circle of thoughts. It wasn’t a hard spank, but it set my nerves humming. Was I still dreaming? Did he really want that, or was it just dirty talk?
“Are you disobeying me, little girl?”
“No! I just…”—I bit my lip—”You really want me to do that?”
His laugh was a beautiful sound. I didn’t think he was laughing at me, but embarrassment flooded me regardless. Gabriel’s eyes softened and he cupped my face.
“Yes, Alyssa. I want you to straddle my face so that I can taste my sweet girl straight from the source.”
His dirty words sent a pulse straight to my clit. I wanted to do it, but the unreality of the situation made me hesitate.
“Won’t you be uncomfortable?”
“No, I’ll be in heaven.” His fingers brushed against my lips, the urge to open for him was impossible to resist. “If you want to wrap your pretty lips around my cock then I get to have a sweet treat.”
He laid back on the pillow like he hadn”t a concern in the world. The man was really unfairly sexy. I stared down the line of his body, the pearl of precum at the tip of his rock-hard length made my mouth water. The need to taste him was an almost uncontrollable urge. I could do this.
I felt more like an awkward kid climbing the high-dive for the first time as I crawled up the bed to get into position. Nerves made me clumsy as I turned and tried to straddle him. Oh god, what if I kicked him in the head? I’d gotten a wax last week, but what if they’d missed a spot and I hadn’t noticed? We got free services as a perk of the job, but I hadn’t really checked because I hadn’t thought anyone else would be looking.
As soon as I had myself kneeling on the pillow his hands grabbed me in an iron grip and pulled me down before I could think any more. Pleasure exploded through me, and embarrassment shattered under the erotic sensations that flooded my body. His tongue slipped between my folds as if he had an instinctual map to the perfect spot. The jolt of sensation as he flicked my clit made me fall forward, unable to stay kneeling up.
He maneuvered me and used his fingers to pull open the lips of my pussy so he could pull my clit into his mouth. I was almost halfway to an orgasm before I remembered his cock was right in front of me. Damn, how could I have forgotten? I’d never attempted a blowjob from this angle and thinking wasn’t easy with my body pulsing with need. Using my hands was impossible unless I wanted to faceplant. Our height difference was a challenge as well, but I was determined to make it work.
I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his tip, enjoying my first taste of him. The salty, musky flavor of him burst against my lips, making me want more. I couldn”t wait any longer so I wrapped my mouth around what I could reach of him and sucked. It was impossible for me to try to get more than an inch or two into my mouth, but I moaned in enjoyment. It was too much and not enough.
Daddy sucked and nipped at my clit. Clear thought was impossible, so I just gave in to my instincts. My thighs trembled as he licked at me as if I was soft-serve ice cream about to melt in the summer heat. I never wanted any of this to stop. He built me up and brought me down so many times I felt unhinged.
I moaned and sucked with all of my heart, begging him without words to let me come. I became a wanton thing, grinding myself against his mouth, using my body to beg for the orgasm that I could feel building within me. It was like my rational brain had been replaced by my inner cavewoman. His hips started thrusting up and I was torn between two pleasures: feeling his cock slide against my tongue and the sensation of him devouring my pussy. I froze and it was like he was using me for his pleasure and mine. How he could be on the bottom and still completely in control was a mystery that I didn’t care to figure out.
When his teeth brushed against my clit, my moan must have triggered something in him because his fingers dug into my thighs with such strength I was sure there would be bruises. He rolled us so that I was caged by him, his mouth never slowing in its glorious movements. He thrust down and I felt him brush the back of my throat as he sucked hard on my clit. Orgasm rushed through me and I screamed around his length.
“Fuck, yes. Alyssa, such a good girl for Daddy.”
My air was cut off as he fucked my throat, his movements growing jerky. Somehow, he pushed me into a second, bigger, orgasm as the world exploded into pinpricks of light. He pulled back and I gasped in air before he filled me again and I tasted his cum for just a second before he was releasing into my throat.
I suckled and swallowed as the world went fuzzy and aftershocks wracked my body. He finally eased up on his ministrations when I started to squirm and slowly pulled out of my mouth. I wanted to whimper at the loss of him. Maybe I did because he rolled us back so I was on top, then spun me so that I was lying with my head on his chest.
“Was that what you wanted, princess?” He kissed the top of my head and I almost giggled.
How could he ask that like he’d just bought me a treat and was checking if it was the right flavor? My whole body was relaxed, and I was ready for snuggling and maybe I would close my eyes for just a minute.
“Yes, Daddy. It was perfect.” I cuddled against his chest tracing my fingers over his heart.
“I have a fun day planned for us tomorrow.” He squeezed me in a hug which was good because he probably didn’t see my look of horror at the energy and excitement in his tone.
Oh, no! Was Gabriel a morning person?