Chapter 8
CHAPTER
EIGHT
R ock wrapped his arms around Lyla and rolled her to one side, managing to keep himself lodged inside her. He tucked one leg over her hips to keep her from escaping while he kissed her.
When he ran out of steam, he dropped his head next to hers, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and held her gaze. He knew he was grinning from ear to ear. “Were they right?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“Who?” she whispered, her fingers trailing across his shoulder.
“The girls at school who said sex was a chore?”
Her face pinkened adorably. “Uh, no. They need to try a better man.”
He chuckled and cupped her face. “How did I get so lucky?”
She shrugged. “I was thinking the same thing.”
He lifted his face to glance at the clock. “What time do you think you need to be home?”
“Never. Take me away. Let’s go to the Bahamas or someplace warm with a beach where I can waltz around all day in a bikini and tempt you with my feminine wiles.”
He laughed. “Sounds like heaven, but it’s not very practical.”
She sighed dramatically. “Fine.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. “I want to stay a few more hours, though. Is that okay? Do you need to be somewhere in the morning?”
“I wouldn’t care if I had a fourteen-hour shift that started at seven and I got no sleep. I’m going to steal every single second with you and then box them up so I can pull them out and relive this night over and over while you’re halfway across the country from me.”
“Maybe going to college is overrated?”
He rose onto an elbow and stared down at her. “Little girl, do not talk like that. You need to get your degree and follow your dreams.”
“But…”
He covered her lips with his fingers. “No buts. Listen to your Daddy. Let’s not talk about tomorrow. I want my few more hours to be blissful. I want to create memories. Let’s take a shower.”
She grinned wide. “Are you going to wash my hair?”
“I’m going to wash your entire body, Baby girl. And then you’re going to wash mine. And then I’m going to spread you out like a feast on this bed and eat your pussy until you scream again.”
She flushed. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“What about me? Do I get to suck your cock until you come against the back of my throat?”
He flinched at the visual. “Jesus, Little Lyla, where did that dirty mouth come from?”
She shrugged. “Bad language doesn’t count while we’re having sex, does it?”
He chuckled. “If cock is your idea of a naughty word, then no. I like the way it sounds coming from your lips. Such a dirty Little girl. We’d better get you cleaned up, dirty girl.”
He reached down to hold the condom in place and eased his semi-hard dick out of her, noticing her wince. “Sorry, Baby girl. You’ll be sore for a few days. I promise it won’t hurt like that the next time.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He slid off the side of the bed, removed the condom, and wrapped it in a tissue before he swooped down and lifted her into his arms. After carrying her to the bathroom, he turned on the water and gently set her on her feet next to the shower.
She crossed her arms, shivering.
He wrapped her in his embrace. “Cold?”
She shook her head. “It feels strange being naked with someone. I didn’t think about it while we were in your bed, but now that we’re not, I feel self-conscious.”
“Don’t. There’s no need. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever set eyes on. Every inch of you.”
“I’m a nerdy bookworm. You never even saw me with makeup, hair done, and a fancy dress until tonight.”
“Oh, Baby girl, I saw you. I’ve always seen you. You don’t need makeup or clothes or hairdos to impress me. You impress me without any of that.” He tested the water and grabbed her hand. “Come.”
She stepped in with him, holding his hand in a tight grip. Her gaze ran up and down his body. “You’re like one of those statues of a god I’ve studied in art class.”
He smiled at her. “You could pose naked on a chaise lounge and hundreds of people would gather to sketch you.”
“Mmm. Should I do that?” she teased.
“Fuck no. Never.” He faced her under the water, cupped her breasts, and kissed her. “All mine,” he growled.
She shivered and bit her lip.
They stared at each other for a long time while the water ran over them. He knew they were thinking the same thing. Was she really his? For more than tonight? It was going to be complicated, but he vowed to make it work. Somehow.
Breaking the intense connection, he grabbed the shampoo, poured some in his palm and turned her around to wash her hair.
“God, that feels good. I’m going to smell like you. Do you think anyone will notice?”
“I don’t know. Guess you better take another shower when you get home and not test that theory.”
“Not a chance. I’m not going to bathe for days. I want your scent to linger on me.”
He chuckled as he angled her head under the stream of water. “Close your eyes, Little Lyla.”
“You make me feel so cherished,” she whispered.
“That’s the idea.”
He put conditioner in next and let it sit while he grabbed the body soap. He took his time, lingering on her breasts until she was panting and arching toward him.
When he reached between her legs, he found her drenched and not just from the shower. She parted her feet for him and let him play with her folds until she grabbed his arm and started panting.
He stopped.
She whined. “Daddy. That’s mean.”
He laughed and tipped her head back again. “Your next orgasm will be even sweeter if I keep you on edge for a while.”
After a groan, she grabbed the shampoo and jerked it from the rack. “My turn.”
He took a step back and tipped his head forward so she could lather his hair. After he rinsed, she started on his body. She eventually found his cock and tormented him, turning the table and stroking his length until he thought he might come in her hand.
She released him. “You’re right. That’s kind of fun.”
He groaned and grabbed her for a kiss. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
She giggled, the sound going straight to his cock.
He turned off the water. “Come on. Let’s get out of here. I need to taste you again.”
Her smile was infectious as he dried her off and then himself. He tried to wring her hair out as much as possible before grabbing his comb. “Face the mirror, Baby girl.”
She whimpered. “You’re going to comb my hair? We could do that later. How about we go back to bed first?”
He gave her pink bottom a swat. “How about you obey Daddy and face the mirror?”
Her breath hitched as she grabbed the edge of the counter. Her fucking hot breasts hung in front of her, enticing him to suckle them again.
Soon. Drag this out. Make her beg .
Rock took his time working all the tangles out of her hair before setting the comb down and crowding her against the vanity. He trapped her with his hands on top of hers and kissed behind her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered because he knew it would make her shiver.
“I need you, Daddy,” she murmured.
He held her in place with one hand still covering hers while he used the other to cup a breast and toy with her nipple.
He would never forget her whimpers. The tone. The way her eyes fluttered. The way her mouth hung open.
When he smoothed his hand down her tummy and cupped her pussy, she rose onto her toes.
“Legs wider, Baby girl. Keep your feet flat.”
She obeyed like a perfectly seasoned submissive. He’d never anticipated this reaction from her. This deep need to please him that matched his need to nurture her so completely.
Her head fell forward, the thick locks of her hair tumbling over her shoulders as she trembled for him.
He wouldn’t penetrate her again tonight, but he would wring a few more orgasms out of her. Lips on her ear, he whispered, “Such a good girl for Daddy. So well behaved.”
“Mmmm.”
He played with her clit, driving her higher and higher, watching her every reaction and the way her tits were swinging in front of her. He loved the tight rosy tips. He loved her dainty, red-painted toes and her narrow waist and the flare of her hips.
He was suddenly the most possessive bastard on earth, and parting from her in a few hours was going to kill him. They had a few more days before he would leave for his internship, but there was very little chance they’d have the opportunity to spend this kind of time together again. Not without getting caught.
Her parents would lose their shit if they knew about this. It was a risk he was willing to take for this night of paradise, but he hoped for her sake they didn’t get caught when he brought her home. He could take their wrath, but he didn’t want her to suffer from their disappointment.
“Rock…”
“Do you need to come, Baby girl?” He flattened his thumb to her clit.
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured softly.
“Do it. Come on my hand while I watch you. I want to memorize the look on your face and the tremble of your sweet body.”
Her breath hitched and she gripped the edge of the counter tighter as she arched her chest forward and let the waves of her release take over.
Rock wasn’t exactly an old guy. He was only twenty himself. But having been raised around the MC he’d seen a lot of things. He’d never seen anything this special. This precious. This humbling.
When she was sated, he gathered her in his arms and lifted her to carry her back to bed.
As soon as they were settled on their sides, she snuggled into him. “I wish I could stay. I wish we were in our mid-twenties and I lived here and no one would judge us. I wish I could fall asleep in your arms and wake up at noon still pressed against you.”
“I do too, Little Lyla.” He stroked her cheek. God, he was already choking back the pain of parting from her. She wasn’t like other women. She was an old soul. She knew her mind. She also knew her kink and wasn’t denying it.
She was so perfect for him. If only she wasn’t eighteen.
Suddenly, she pushed to sitting and gave him a shove so he fell onto his back. He would never forget her devious grin and the mischief in her gaze. “My turn.”
He groaned and settled on his back. “Explore away, Little Lyla. I won’t stop you.”
As she turned her attention to his fully stiff cock, he set a hand on her back and stroked her soft skin. His focus shifted to her tits. They swayed as she settled onto her knees, grasped his erection, and lowered her lips to his dick.
Jesus. Fuck . He wasn’t sure he would live through this.
She licked the tip, making him flinch before she lifted her gaze to stare at him through the curtain of her hair. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
He smoothed his palm up her back. “You do whatever feels right and nothing more. I don’t need your lips on my cock to feel fulfilled, Baby girl. Kiss it. Lick it. Suck it if you want. Or none of that. Your choice.”
He meant every word. He didn’t need her to suck his cock if she didn’t want to. He knew deep in his soul his job was to please her, and pleasing her was the only thing that mattered. It fueled him and filled his soul.
When his Little girl wrapped her lips around his cock and lowered her head down to suck him in deep, he groaned. He was still human.
She even hollowed her cheeks as she rose up and down. She wasted no time, and she didn’t need any instructions. Apparently, blowjobs were instinctive, or he’d given her enough advice to build her confidence.
Lyla was a dream. His own personal wet dream.
All too soon, he was on the edge, and he gripped her hair. “Baby girl, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to swallow me, you need to pull off.”
She lowered farther, sucking him deeper, doing something wicked with her tongue that had his eyes rolling back.
That was it. He couldn’t hold back another second. He came harder than ever, emptying his seed against his girl’s throat. There were no words for what she did to him. She unmanned him. She made him whole. She filled a part of him he’d known for a long time needed to be fulfilled.
He’d watched her for two years, and now she was in his bed, his cock in her mouth. He’d never felt this kind of peace and contentment as she lifted her face and smiled at him. “Did I do it right?”