6. Dane
6
Dane
I step into the house, the folder of documents forgotten on the kitchen counter, and glance through the sliding glass doors leading to the backyard. Sienna’s still in the pool, the sunlight glinting off the water around her. Even at a distance, I can see how her skin shimmers with beads of water. My pulse picks up, the heat in my chest intensifying—though I can’t entirely blame the weather.
I shrug off my shirt, folding it neatly over the back of a chair. The rational part of my brain keeps screaming that this is unwise, that I should just drop off the papers and go. But I can’t help myself; I’m drawn to her like a magnet. My hands shake a little as I unbuckle my belt and step out of my slacks. All that’s left is my boxer briefs, which cling uncomfortably close. I hesitate for a half second, then glance out at Sienna again. She’s floating near the pool’s edge, seemingly unaware of my presence. I take a breath and slide open the glass door.
The warm air hits my skin, quickly followed by the sun’s scorching rays. Sienna turns at the sound of my footsteps. Her gaze drops—inevitably—to the fact that I’m wearing almost nothing. I sense the flicker of shock and something else in her wide eyes, and my heart lurches into my throat.
I manage a small smile. “This okay?”
She swallows, blinking. “Uh… sure. Yes.”
Her voice is tight, laced with surprise and maybe a hint of anticipation. It fuels me, even though I know how close to the line we’re treading. I move toward the pool, stepping carefully down the shallow steps. The water’s cooler than I expected, and I tense slightly before sinking in up to my waist.
Sienna clears her throat, gliding a bit closer. I catch a glimpse of her black bikini—how it hugs her body. It takes every ounce of willpower not to let my eyes linger too long.
“Working hard, I see,” she teases, her tone lighter than her gaze.
I shake my head, water rippling around my waist. “I try…” I trail off, letting the implication hang in the warm air between us.
She nods slowly, pushing off the wall so she drifts nearer. “You’ve definitely got the muscles to showcase all of your hard work.” She blushes, and I swim closer.
My pulse slams in my ears. I’m hyperaware of everything—her breathing, the sheen of water on her shoulders, the slight flush coloring her cheeks. The tension crackles, and for a moment, I consider backing away, giving us both space. But I can’t bring myself to move.
“How’s school?” I ask, my voice coming out more husky than intended. I lean my arms on the edge of the pool to steady myself. “Classes going well?”
She shrugs, swimming a small circle around me, the gentle waves lapping at my chest. “Yeah, they’re fine. Tough, but manageable. I like it more than I expected. It’s different being on my own, but I’m figuring it out.”
I nod. “I’m glad to hear that.” I shift my stance, torn between wanting to put some distance between us and wanting to be closer. “Any, uh… new experiences you’re enjoying there?” My words come out awkward, but I’m trying to keep the conversation safe.
Sienna arches an eyebrow, pausing in front of me. “Plenty. You know, the usual college stuff—late-night studying, cheap pizza, crazy dorm neighbors.” A wry smile tugs at her lips. “Nothing too wild, though. I told you, I’m a bit of a nerd.”
“I don’t buy that,” I say softly, and her cheeks darken. “You’re too… vibrant to be just a nerd.”
Her laughter rings out, sending a pleasant thrill through me. “Vibrant, huh? That’s one I haven’t heard before.”
I risk a small smile. “Call it an observation.” My gaze flicks to the house, the windows like watchful eyes. But the only presence here is ours—and the tension. “What about your social life? Any new friends?”
She cocks her head. “Like I told you before, no.” She smiles. “However, you must date a lot.”
I straighten, inhaling. The pool water laps against my torso, but my entire body feels heated from within. “Not for a while,” I confess, deciding honesty is better than any half-truth. “I’ve been… busy. And, frankly, no one’s really caught my interest.”
“Really?” She swims a little closer, to where I can see individual droplets on her lashes. “I mean, you’re a good-looking guy. Successful. I bet women throw themselves at you.”
A wry smile twists my lips. “Maybe. But it doesn’t mean I want them. I haven’t found someone who… grabs me.” The words hang in the air, thick with subtext. I clear my throat, wanting to backtrack. “Anyway, it’s not exactly top priority. Work keeps me occupied.”
Sienna drifts nearer until she’s close enough that I catch a faint hint of her shampoo, something fresh and sweet. My heart pounds so loud I’m certain she can hear it. We’re treading a razor-thin line here, but I can’t pull away.
“I guess we both have that in common,” she says softly, trailing one hand through the water. Her eyes flick to mine. “I’m so wrapped up in school, and you’re so wrapped up in business… we’re just two busy people. Right?”
“Right,” I echo, my voice husky. For a moment, neither of us speaks. The backyard seems more still than ever, as if time is pausing just for us.
She turns slightly, resting one elbow on the pool ledge and looking up at me through dark lashes. “So, you’re in boxers.”
I let out a short laugh, nerves rattling inside me. “Indeed, I am. I didn’t exactly bring a swimsuit.” I glance down at the black cotton clinging to my thighs. It’s not exactly the most modest, but I suppose we’re past that.
Her gaze sweeps over me, lingering on my chest, then darting away. My entire body tingles under her scrutiny, a mix of thrill and caution. “Well,” she says, voice light, “they’re definitely not waterproof.”
I can’t help a low chuckle. “They’ll do in a pinch.”
She dips under the water for a second, and when she surfaces, her hair is slicked back, droplets clinging to her neck. I watch, transfixed, as she wipes water from her eyes. This is crazy. I know it. But I can’t tear myself away. Every inch of me wants to move closer, to see how she’d react if I brushed my hand against hers under the water.
“So,” she says, swallowing audibly, “did you really come here just to drop off paperwork?”
Her question hangs like a challenge. The honest answer is far more complicated than I can admit. I rake a hand through my wet hair, searching for composure. “I thought I would, yes. But then I realized your dad was gone, and… well, I saw you out here by yourself. I wanted to say hello.”
The water gently ripples between us, and I see the slightest smile tug at her lips. “Hi,” she says, her tone soft and teasing all at once.
“Hi,” I whisper back.
A rush of awareness floods me. We’re standing far too close; if anyone saw us like this, questions would be asked. But right now, I can’t think about anything except the softness in her gaze, the curve of her mouth, the way her body moves in the water.
I close the distance, pulling her to me, feeling the warm press of her skin. My chest tightens, torn between the urge and the knowledge that it crosses every possible line. I no longer care. I kiss her. I fucking kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before in my life.
My tongue pushes at her lips, and she moans as she opens her mouth for me. I swallow it down, my hands resting on her thin hips. She’s fucking incredible.
My cock hardens, pressing against her stomach as I explore her mouth with my tongue. My hands move over her body, caressing through her wet hair. “You’re stunning,” I tell her between kisses.
Her back hits the back of the pool, and I trail kisses across her jaw, down her collarbone, and back up the column of her throat. My body grows needy for her, and I keep kissing her soft skin. I nibble and suck her silky skin between my teeth.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say, running my hands over her body. “You wear this bikini just for me?” My cock pulses as I wait for her answer.
She nods. “Yes,” she whispers, like she’s too afraid to admit it.
“You put on that little show for me last night?” I don’t even know if I should be bringing this up. What if I embarrass her? What if she gets appalled that I was standing outside her window?
Her cheeks tinge pink. “I imagined you standing outside my window.”
I cup her cheeks. “Oh baby, I was standing out there all right. I watched you touch your sweet little pussy. Tell me, were you thinking about me as you came?”
She nods, slowly. “Yeah,” she breathes out. “I was.”
My chest tightens. “Fuck, you have no idea what you’re doing to this grown man.”
She blinks up at me, her eyes gazing into mine. “What am I doing?”
“Making me fall,” I tell her, truthfully. I’ve never felt this way for anyone in my life. However, the way I feel for Sienna right now is insane. Like I could move mountains for her.
“Really?”
I nod. “Yes, really.”
“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, shyly.
“Done what?” My body presses up against her, and her legs wrap around my waist. I sink into the water to where our heads bob above the surface and she holds onto me.
“Sex.” her voice is so innocent and it turns me on even more than I originally was.
“You’re a virgin?” I mean, it makes sense. Sienna was never the late-night party girl in high school. She made good grades, and got into a good college.
She nods. “Yeah.”
I smooth a hand over her hair, my cock pressing against her body. She moans as I grip her ass with one hand, grinding her over me. “Are you telling me you’ve never had sex because you want me to fuck you right now?”
She bites her bottom lip, and I nearly go feral. “Maybe.”
“It’s either yes, or no. Tell me, do you want me to fuck you?”
Her breath hitches. “I’ve thought about it so many times.”
These words have my mind reeling. “How many?” I breathe out, my breath coming out in short, quick pants.
“A lot. Before I even left for college.”
Fuck. Sure, I’ve always thought Sienna was a beautiful girl, but I never had a sexual thought about her until this week. Until I saw her the other day, looking so grown up. But hearing her say she’s thought about me before has my mind playing tricks on me.
“So, you want me to take your virginity? Your father’s friend?”
She nods, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Yeah. I want it, so so bad.”
A feeling I can’t quite understand feels like it’s about to rip free from my chest, and I kiss her, bruising her lips. I grip her ass, grinding her pussy over my hard cock. “Last night as I watched you, I fisted my hard cock in my hands and jerked the fuck off. Do you know that?” I grip her tiny hand in mine, plunging it under the water. “Feel what you do to me.” I run her hand over the swell of my cock. “That’s what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard. This tight little body has my dick swollen with need.”
“Need?” she whispers.
“Yeah, I need to taste you. I need to fuck you so fucking badly.”
Her arms tighten around my shoulders, bringing her perky tits up against my chest. “Please, do it. Please.”
“I like hearing you beg.” I stand in the water, and she falls down my body, her feet landing on the floor of the pool.
“Where are you going?”
I take her hand in mine. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in a pool. I need to get that pussy ready to take my thick cock, and I can’t do that in a pool.” I move her closer to the shallow end of the pool.
Once we’re out of the pool, I grab a towel. I dry her off, starting with her long, beautiful hair. I run the towel over her shoulders, down her torso, and then over her hips. I keep towel drying her as her eyes lock with mine.
“I like taking care of my little girl.” My dick’s so hard it’s almost painful.
“I like it too.” She widens her stance so I can dry her off everywhere.
“Are you my little girl?” I ask her, holding my breath for her response.
She nods again, biting her lower lip. A move I’m beginning to love. “Yes,” she says, giggling softly.
As I continue to towel dry her, I kneel in front of her, lowering her bikini bottoms as I do. “I need to taste my little girl.” I move her over to the patio lounger, and sit her down. “Now lay back and let Daddy feast on you.”
She glances at me, her big questioning eyes shining in the sunlight. “Daddy?”
“Every little girl needs a Daddy, right?”
She nods slowly. “I guess?” she phrases it like a question.
“Not a real daddy, Sienna. But a man to take care of you. To look after you.”
She blinks at me, and then gives me a breathtaking smile. “I like that, Daddy.”
And this is the moment I know I’ve fallen for her. Hearing her call me that makes me the happiest man in the world. It’s like I’ve been given a new outlook on life, and I know what my life’s mission is… to make this woman the happiest woman on the planet for the rest of my life.
I sit on the lounger with her, moving to the area between her legs as she lays back. I spread her legs before me, her pussy glistening in the sun’s rays. “Fucking stunning,” I whisper before lowering my mouth to cover her mound. I flick my tongue over her clit, and she nearly bucks off the chair.
My body grows with desire as I breathe in her sweet scent. I continue my assault on her pussy, my tongue dragging through her wetness. I use my fingers and tongue in tandem, making her even wetter. She bucks against me, and I fling her legs over my shoulders.
“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her, wanting her to know that I’ll never not want to do this. That her scent has become my lifeline. That this is where I belong now.
She keeps pushing her body against me, her pussy smothering my face, and I fucking love it. I adore her. I keep eating this pussy out like it owns me.
She bucks and thrusts, her body going wild beneath me. “I’m so close,” she calls out, and I press the pad of my thumb against her clit as I fuck her with my tongue. “I’m coming.”
She tenses, and then releases and I watch every fucking second of it, like I’m in a trance.
“You’re such a good girl,” I tell her, glancing up at her as her legs fall off my shoulders. “I want to fuck you right here and now, but I think I’d rather deflower you in your bedroom.” I sit up, taking her hand in mine. “The bed you used to think about me in.”
She stands, a smile hitting her lips, making her face light up like a firecracker. “Okay,” she pulls me inside, and I follow her.