Chapter 7 #2
“You’ll do it, then?” I ask her. “You’ll move in with me?”
She presses her lips together. “Yes. But I have questions.”
“Ask me anything.”
“What about my furniture? Pretty sure you don’t want it here in your place. But if we break up…”
I tug her closer. “We’re not going to break up. But I can put it in storage for you, in your name, and I’ll cover the costs. And if for some reason you need it back, it’ll be there.”
Her eyes glitter with unshed tears. “This is scary.”
“It’s a big step.”
“I want to move in with Sebastian, too, eventually. Or I want us all together.” She rests her forehead on my chest. “I don’t know. I just…I do want us all together, at some point. Like, I want a home with you guys.”
“We can work on that,” I say. I certainly wouldn’t mind living with Bash—we’re at each other’s places all the time already.
“I’ll want to pay you rent,” she says, “although it wouldn’t seem like more of a drop in the bucket to you. Hmm, but I probably can’t afford to pay you both rent.”
“I’ll accept rent in the form of a goodnight kiss every night,” I say.
“Not what I mean,” she says. “I won’t feel right just mooching off of you guys.”
“What if I told you this place is paid off? I own it outright.”
“But you still pay utilities, taxes, upkeep, and all of that.” She gives me a stubborn look.
Holding up my hands, I say, “Okay. I’m not going to argue about this when I could have you living here with me. I’ll accept your terms, little girl.”
“Thank you,” she says primly.
“You’re welcome,” I say. “I think.”
She laughs and tries to whap me in the head with a throw pillow, but I grab her wrist and force her down until she’s spread out on the sofa, writhing beneath me. Our playful wrestling match has my heart pounding and my cock stirring, now that I’m nestled against the heat between her legs.
Wrapping her legs around mine, she rocks back and forth. Her eyes flutter shut. “Daddy, I want to come.”
“Of course, beautiful,” I say.
Her face contorts in frustration. “Give me your cock.”
“Is that how we ask for things?”
“It’s how I ask for things.” She bats her eyelashes.
“Then, nope.”
“What? I need your cock, Daddy. Why aren’t you giving it to me?”
“Because you didn’t ask nicely. You’re being greedy. So you’re welcome to come, if you can come like this.”
A stubborn, challenging expression takes over her face and her eyes lock on mine. She starts to reach for my fly, but I hold grab her wrists and move her hands above her head.
“Daddy,” she whines.
I thrust my hips forward and she moans.
“Come on,” I say. “Dry-hump me like you’re a naughty little girl who wouldn’t dare do something so lewd as touch her boyfriend’s cock.”
She rocks forward and gasps at the friction between us. My dick is hard and straining against my pants. I bite back a curse when Ella rocks against me again.
Her pouting, stubborn smile turns mischievous when she realizes that this little interlude is torturing me as much as it’s torturing her. She uses her legs for leverage and continues to rub herself over my crotch.
Soon, she’s breathing hard. Sweat glistens at her temples because she’s exerting herself, using only her legs, hips, and abs to get what she needs. I show her some mercy and begin stroking forward, too, rocking with her to give her more of the friction she’s chasing.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Please, please, please. More, please.”
“That’s right,” I tell her. “Come for Daddy.”
She shouts as she comes, her legs locking around me, her chest heaving.
She goes limp beneath me, her eyes fluttering shut. I kiss her mouth while tugging her shirt up and exposing her soft tummy. Then I unbutton my fly and take out my dick.
Her eyes pop open. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my own relief.”
“That’s not fair—you made me dry-hump you like a teenager, and you get to jerk yourself off?”
“Just like a teenager would do,” I say. “Except I’m going to come all over you, little girl.”
I love the way she watches me while I jack my hand up and down my cock, allowing the pre-come to lubricate my movements. Ella’s eyes are wide and dark, her mouth parted slightly. I know exactly what it feels like to have those pretty lips wrapped around me, and the suction of her mouth.
My orgasm is sudden and swift, a blaze of pleasure that shoots through my body and out through my cock. Streams of come spurt over Ella’s stomach, white and sticky.
“Wait here,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”
I pull my pants up and grab some wet paper towels from the kitchen, which I bring back to clean up the filthy, perfect mess I’ve made over her.
When I return to the living room, though, Ella’s holding her phone and frowning at it.
“What’s up?” I ask as I wipe up my come. Goosebumps form on her skin. I should’ve waited for hot water rather than using cold.
“Sebastian shared my video,” she says, her lips twisting into a frown.
“That’s a bad thing?”
“I asked him not to.”
I wonder why he would go against what she asked. It’s unlike Bash to do something like that. “It’s best to just talk to him about it,” I say. “I’m sure there was a good reason. Or if he fucked up, he’ll apologize.”
She sighs. “I guess so. I’ll ask him about it next time I see him.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I kiss her forehead and lean back in bed, powering on my tablet to scroll through the news because I’m not tired yet, but I don’t want to leave her side.
After Ella drifts off to sleep, my phone sounds with a text. I grab it quickly, hoping it might be an update on Kristin.
Instead, it’s a text from Joel.
Dad. We need to talk .
The last time I saw him, angry words were exchanged. I don’t know if I can forgive him for the way he treated Ella.
But, he’s my son. Underneath all of my anger, all of my disappointment, all of my self-blame and my own guilt in neglecting his upbringing, there’s still love in my heart for him.
I can meet you for coffee tomorrow morning. 9, around the corner from the office.
He texts back right away. I’ll be there .