Chapter 6 Lucas
SIX
LUCAS
“Dance for me,” I ordered, sitting in the dark shadowed half of the private room. I’d had one of the bouncers tell her that she had someone waiting in the very room we’d been in together.
Luckily for me, my girl hadn’t made me wait.
The moment she stepped inside the pink-lit half of the room, I’d had to bite down on my fist.
My girl knew exactly what she was doing to me, whether she had a clue or not.
Dressed in a sheer light pink babydoll that barely touched the tops of her thighs and a flesh-colored bikini underneath, she was going to be the death of me. Her hair was tossed up in a high ponytail and bounced with every step she took. Just like her perfect tits did.
Daddy’s girl. That’s exactly what she had dressed up for me.
I watched Jade’s pretty head tilt slightly, her eyes narrowed.
She wanted to say something. Maybe argue and probably ask questions, but she didn’t sass me.
Not a single word. Part of me was hoping she would.
Any excuse to get up, show her just how quickly I could reach her before bending her over my lap and cracking my palm against her plump ass cheeks and hearing her squeal before finally brushing her pussy lips with the pads of my fingers to find out just how soft that little kitten she hid between her legs from daddy really was.
I pressed the play button on the remote, and music softly filled the room. A pretty, perfectly plucked brow rose before she started to make her way over to me.
“What are you—“
“I need to get closer, Daddy.” She sat on my left thigh, placing her hand right above my erratically beating heart.
“Little girl,” I tried to warn, but even in the darkness where we sat, there was no denying the sparkle in her stare.
“You like it when I call you daddy, don’t you?” she asked, leaning closer, her lips brushing against my cheek. Her bottom shifted against my thigh, and every nerve ending in my body from head to toe was aware of just how warm she was, how real she was as she sat on my thigh.
“What’s your name?” Lucas. My name was on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t ready for her to find out just yet. I wanted to keep this game up just a little bit longer.
“Daddy,” I groaned. Her lips touched my cheek and slowly made their journey down to my scruffy chin. “You can call me daddy, Jade.” Her breath stalled for just a moment. A lesser man, one not so in tune with her body, wouldn’t have noticed.
But I did.
There wasn’t a fucking thing about her I could ever miss.
Not when she was such an integral part of who I was and what my purpose was in life.
It wasn’t lost on me that if someone had told me merely three months ago I would be so damn obsessed and in love with a woman like I was now, I would have laughed in their face and told them they needed to get their head examined.
“Daddy,” she whispered back, and there was something in her eyes that changed. Acceptance?
A challenge?
Whatever it was had her standing up on her feet between my thighs. Her little hands took mine and settled them on the back of her thighs.
“Little girl,” I growled.
“Touch me, Daddy.”
“I shouldn’t,” I groaned, even as my fingers dug just a little into the back of her toned thighs. If I moved my hand up a couple inches, I would skim the bottom of her ass cheeks.
“Because it’s not allowed?” My cock jerked beneath my slacks. “Because you could get in trouble, Daddy?” The tone of her voice was playfully seductive, and my cock started to throb.
I had no idea what it was about Jade that brought this overprotective monster out. One that liked the forbidden aspect of getting my dirty, calloused hands on her when she deserved so much better. But no one would ever love her the way I would. Took care of her.
“Anyone could walk in on us and see you touching me. Please,” she purred. My thick cock twitched.
“That what you want, little girl? Someone to see daddy’s hands on your sweet, way-too-soft-for-your-own-good body?”
“Please.” She pouted, giving me a puppy-eyed look that would make any man fall to his knees to hand her anything she wanted.
“Tell me,” I found the strength to urge.
“Yes,” she hissed with frustration, semi-stomping her stiletto-clad foot. Fuck, she is adorable.
“Why, pretty girl? Why would you want a man like me, older, rougher, way too fucked up, to touch you? You want to belong to me?” I asked, letting the monster inside of me take over.
My nose nudged against her collarbone covered in the soft sheer material of the babydoll she was wearing.
Her scent filled my lungs. Fuck, it was great, but it wasn’t enough.
Never enough, the primal, animalistic thing inside of me rumbled.
My lips slowly moved up her neck until they pressed against the pulse point on the side her neck. I growled.
“Answer me,” I demanded like an asshole. Her hips bucked against me.
“Daddy,” she whined. My lips tipped upward.
“You already do, don’t you?” I asked, and if there was any sane part of me, it would have been yelling at me to shut the fuck up.
“You belong to me and only me, don’t you, sweetness?
You dream about me at night, don’t you, Jade?
” I asked, consciously using her first name instead of her stage name.
“Touch yourself in the middle of the night because you can’t get daddy out of your head, not even when you sleep?
Have daddy filling every single thought of your day, you can almost smell him in your room? ” She stiffened, and I tsked.
“Uh-uh, little girl. None of that. Can’t back away now that you’ve poked the big bad bear. You pushed daddy. Now you get what’s coming to you.” She pulled back just enough to look at me. I braced, almost sure she’d raise her hand and slap me.
But she didn’t.
She didn’t move.
Fuck, I was almost worried she’d stopped breathing.
“Jade,” I called out, ready to take the words back. Fuck, had I pushed her too far?
But I should have known better. Jade was my perfect match. Made for me.
Instead of slapping me, my girl doubled down. Her hands rose and rested on my chest before pushing me back against the couch, and I let my body do her bidding. Settling on the couch while the music played in the room.
A soft beat started.
Slowly, she settled her body on my lap to the beat of the song.
Like a bounce, back and forth, with enough time in between for her to straddle one thigh and then the other.
The singer didn’t start to sing until she was fully on my lap.
Jade pressed her chest against mine. My hands ached to touch her, hold her pretty tits in my palms and squeeze before teasing her little nipples.
Her head dipped and drifted into my neck.
The feeling of her so close made a guttural sound escape from me as my hands gripped the back of her thighs and held her tightly.
One side to the other, my girl breathed me in.
Deeply.
Like she was the one who couldn’t get enough, all while she tried to memorize and identify every single note of my scent. Fuck, I loved it. It was primal. Intimate. My cock was painfully hard, but I kept still for her no matter how much it cost me.
When she pulled away and our eyes connected, I knew she knew.
She’d figured it out.
Not that my sweet angel said a goddamn word.
Feel like I’m drowning, the lyrics to the song played.
Fuck, I know exactly what he was singing about.
Her body started to move again. Grinding and pressing herself on me, seeking something she would only ever get from me from here on out.
Both our breathing was completely off, like we’d been running miles instead of sitting on a couch.
“Just like that, gorgeous girl,” I praised, and she kept dancing. Dry humping against me. I wanted to fucking taste her. Kiss her and sink balls deep. “Fuck, what a good girl you are,” I groaned, trying to keep my wits about me.
“You like that, Daddy?” she whimpered. I loved the easy way she called me that. Like it was her own little nickname for me, one she knew she could use to get anything out of me. Her head rose, perfect lips a breath away from mine.
So close, we shared the sugar- and mint-tinged air.
“So much, baby girl.” I held her thighs and pulled them apart further, making her fall right on my lap. I loved the way her hooded eyes looked at me when her lust-filled eyes met mine.
“Daddy,” she yelped in surprise.
“Such a dirty girl,” I gritted. “You wet, precious?” I breathed in and could make out the scent of arousal. It was heavy and thick in the air. My mouth watered for a taste, but nothing but taking it directly from the source would sate me.
“Daddy,” she moaned, not bothering to deny it. Through the tiny flesh-colored bikini she wore and my own slacks, we both knew just how messy she was, her feminine essence soaking through the thin barriers that stood between us.
“Such a good girl,” I praised, my heart so fucking full with how much she entrusted her body to me and didn’t even know it. “You’re going to use me to get off. Make yourself feel good on daddy’s lap,” I demanded. Jade bit down on her bottom lip. My head jerked and nose flared.
“Uh-uh, none of that,” I panted, pulling her lip free from her teeth. “Going to hear you, pretty girl. Going to hear every whimper and moan you make.”
“But the music—“
“Your sounds are better.” I winked before bringing one hand up from her thighs, letting it slide up her ass and back before pressing her body right against me so fucking close, I doubted a breeze could sneak between us.
“Let me hear you, sweetness. Rub that tight little kitty and grind on me,” I strained, my cock angry as the thing inside of me pounded on his chest to let us sink into her tight awaiting heat.
Soon. Not yet. Soon, I silently growled back at him. Jade’s hips started to shift as her nails dug into my shoulders. “Just like that, pretty girl. Make that pretty, little kitty come on me. You feel so damn good on top of me.”
“Daddy—“