Chapter Seven Daddy, Can I? #2
He let out a low sound that went through me like a live wire, then leaned forward and dragged a hand through my hair like he was debating with himself, and I just leaned into him and gave him my best pleading eyes.
Then he said, “Fine.”
For a second I thought he was going to give me what I wanted right there in the chair. Instead he stood, crossed to the couch, and grabbed one of the cushions before dropping it on the floor in front of where he was standing.
“Come here,” he said.
I started to get up fully.
“No. Crawl.”
Oh fuck, yes daddy. The command ringing in my head. Crawl. Right there in that moment I would have crawled all the way to his bedroom.
So I lowered myself to my hands and knees and crossed the space between us like that, my face hot and my heart pounding so hard I could feel it everywhere. By the time my knees hit the cushion, I could see him breathing harder. Good.
“You really think you deserve to suck my cock?” he said.
"Yes, Daddy." I say it nice and slow.
"Go ahead," he say. "You better do a damn good job."
The edge in his voice made me go liquid between my thighs.
I reached for his belt with fingers that were only shaking a little, unfastened it, and opened his jeans. When I pushed them down enough to free his cock, he was already thick and leaking at the tip, and all I could think was that I had waited way too long for this.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat and the way he pulsed against my palm. Then I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly over the head, tasting the salty pre-cum.
I caught his hand twitch at his side. When I looked up at his face, I could see he was trying hard to hold himself together, jaw tight, like if he gave too much away I’d win something.
That only made it better.
I took him into my mouth, lips stretching wide around his girth, and sank down as far as I could. Till the head bumped the back of my throat and my eyes watered, but I held there for a long second, letting him feel how eager I was.
I eased back and set a rhythm. Slow at first. Then a little deeper. Then slower again when I felt the way his breathing changed over my head. I hallowed my cheeks, swirling my tongue along the underside. Doing everything I knew how to make him feel this.
“Christ,” he muttered, almost too low to hear.
I smiled around him.
That got me a hand in my hair. Just firm enough to let me know he was done pretending he didn’t need something to hold on to.
I kept going, more focused on him than on anything else, on the sounds I could pull out of him, the way his control kept slipping just a little more every time I took him deeper, every time my hand tightened with my mouth.
“Take your pants off,” he ordered suddenly, voice rough.
I pulled off him with a wet pop, staring up. “Now?”
“Right fucking now.”
I pushed my jeans down, kicked them off awkwardly, panties following and settled back between his legs, the cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered. His fingers tightened in my hair and guided my mouth back to his cock.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
I obeyed, sliding two fingers through my dripping folds.
Moaning around his cock. My hips rocked against my own hand as I worked him with my mouth.
I kept moving, trying to focus on him and the shape of him in my mouth, on the fact that this was finally happening, but the whole thing felt clumsy in a way that made embarrassment creep in at the edges.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Keep going. I want you to come with my cock down your throat.”
The praise should have helped. It didn't.
My motions turned messy after that, more from wanting to please him than from any confidence in what I was doing. I could feel him watching, could feel the way he was trying to stay in control of himself while I worked him over and tried to do what he asked at the same time.
“I want you to come like this,” he said.
And that was the problem.
I pulled off him, breathless and frustrated. “I can’t. Not like this.”
He looked down at me, sharp and focused. “Can’t or don’t think you can?”
Heat rushed into my face. “I have a hard time coming with my fingers. And in general, I always have.”
Saying it out loud felt awful.
Too honest. Too revealing.
For a second I thought I had ruined the whole thing.
Instead, something flickered across his face that looked a lot more like disbelief in over my issues with orgasms than dissatisfaction over the situation.
“Can I try?” he asked.
I blinked. “To make me come?”
“Yes.”
That should have been an easy answer. It wasn’t. I didn't want him to be disappointed if I couldn't cum, and I didn't think I could fake it good enough to fool him. Part of me wanted to say no before I could embarrass myself any further.
But another part of me had pushed us all the way here and was not about to back out now. So I nodded.
He moved to the couch and laid down, then looked at me and gave the next instruction like it was obvious.
“Come here. Straddle my face. And keep that greedy little mouth on my cock.”
I just stared at him for a second. “Oh. I thought you meant…you want me on your face. I haven't showered...”
His look stopped me.
Right. He isn't one for dumb questions.
I climbed onto the couch, awkward and suddenly hyper aware of every inch of my body, and shifted until my pussy was inches away from his mouth, hovering because I did not know what else to do. I had never been on the receiving end of oral.
He ran one hand down my back, steady and grounding.
“Now, finish what you started,” he said.
So I leaned down and took his cock back into my mouth.
The second I did, he gripped my ass with both hands and yanked me down hard onto his face. The first long, hot stroke of his tongue against my pussy made me cry out around his cock.
It was too much and not enough and nothing like I had expected, and I lost track of every coherent thought almost immediately.
I tried to keep sucking him, tried to stay focused on what I was doing, but he kept working me deeper into it.
Slow, broad strokes at first, then focusing on my clit with devastating precision.
He sucked the swollen bud into his mouth, flicked it mercilessly, then pushed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it.
He was patient in a way that felt almost cruel, building me up with one hand gripping my thigh and the other spread warm at my lower back, keeping me where he wanted me while my body stopped feeling entirely under my control.
I lost all rhythm on his cock, reduced to sloppy, moaning sucks while he devoured me.
He answered with one low groan against my pussy, the vibrations shooting straight through me.
That was the part that undid me, realizing he was losing it too. Realizing he wanted this, wanted me like this, enough that the cracks were finally showing.
After that I couldn’t focus on anything except what he was doing to me.
My mouth stayed around him because he had told me to finish what I started, but I was barely doing more than holding on and trying to breathe while he worked me higher and higher until the tension in my whole body locked so tight it almost hurt.
Then it broke.
The orgasm hit hard enough to pull a helpless moan out of me, and before I could even process that, before I could think about what my body was doing, he had both arms locked around my waist holding me in place while he started thrusting up into my mouth, losing the last of his control right along with me.
All the while he kept his mouth sealed over my spasming cunt.
I was still coming, still shaking, when I felt the hot, sudden flood of his release down my throat.
Everything after that hit in a rush so hard I could barely think.
I was still shaking from coming when another surge tore through me, sudden and impossible to stop, a hot flood of liquid spilling out of me while he still had his mouth on me and both arms locked around my waist. I couldn’t even jerk away from it, and by the time he finally let me go I was pretty sure I had just drowned him.
“Oh my God.”
I got off the couch fast, face burning so hot it felt like I might actually burst into flames, and ran to the nearest bathroom to grab him a towel like maybe if I moved fast enough I could somehow undo the last ten seconds.
My whole body was still shaking from the orgasm, but that didn’t stop the humiliation from crashing in right behind it.
I had been having the hottest moment of my life, finally getting exactly what I had been begging for, and somehow I had managed to turn it into this.
Not sexy. Not mysterious. Not anything I could play off later if I needed to.
I had lost control all over his face like an absolute disaster, and now there was no way he was ever going to look at me without remembering it.
I stood there gripping the towel for a second, mortified all over again, because of course this would happen to me.
Of course the first time he really touched me like that, the first time he made me come like that, my body would do something I didn’t even know it could do and leave me sprinting for cleanup.
By the time I came back into the office clutching the towel, I was already apologizing before I had even fully crossed the room.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that was going to happen, I’ve literally never done that before—”
Jonas took the towel from me, still breathing a little harder than usual but otherwise looking far too calm for someone who had just ended up wearing my meltdown.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked.
I stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Because I just…” I lowered my voice, mortified all over again. “I just basically peed on you.”
He blinked once.
Then he laughed.
Not mean. Not mocking. Just genuinely amused in a way that made me want to die and kiss him at the same time.
“That wasn’t piss.”
I folded my arms. “Come on. I’m not stupid.”
“You’re not,” he agreed. “But you’re wrong.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “And you know that how?”
That got another laugh out of him, softer this time.
“I have enough experience to know the difference.”
I stared.
Then, before I could stop myself, I said, “You’ve been peed on? On purpose?”
He laughed again, louder this time. “No. Unless you're into that?”
I made a face. "No..."
He reached for me then, still smiling, and pulled me into his lap before I could decide whether I was more embarrassed or horrified. “I’m trying to make you feel better, baby girl.”
I let him pull me in, still half stiff with mortification. “That is not helping.”
“It should.” He brushed my hair back from my face with a tenderness that made my throat go tight for a completely different reason. “You have nothing to apologize for. I got to make you cum so hard you squirted for me. And it was fucking beautiful.”
I looked at him.
His mouth curved. “And I’m looking forward to doing it again.”
That should not have made me relax as fast as it did.
It absolutely did.
I let out a shaky breath and leaned into him, the embarrassment still there but softer around the edges now that he wasn’t acting disgusted or weird or remotely sorry it had happened. If anything, he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
His phone rang.
He glanced toward the desk and sighed once through his nose, like the interruption offended him on principle.
“I need to finish some work,” he said.
I let out a small groan and stayed right where I was. “Yeah, and I need to study. I’ve got a test soon.”
His hand stayed warm at my waist. “Soon how soon?”
I shrugged a little. “Like Wednesday soon.”
He looked at me for a second. “Have you even started studying for it?”
I made a face. “Yes… kind of.”
That got me one of those looks.
“I’m not going to be a distraction from your classes,” he said.
I snorted softly. “Please. I was bad at school long before you got here. I’m sure my dad has already told you what a fuck up I am.”
His expression changed at that, not dramatically, but enough that I noticed. “Your father has never said anything bad about you.”
I opened my mouth, then shut it again.
He kept looking at me. “And you’re not a fuck up. You need better motivation. That’s not the same thing.”
Something about the way he said it, so matter of fact and certain, made my chest ache a little. It was sweet, and I wanted to believe him, but I didn’t. Not really.
He was quiet for a second, then I felt his thumb move once against my side.
“Alright,” he said. “Let’s make a deal.”
That got my attention fast. “What kind of deal?”
“If you pass the test, I’ll let you plan a scene.”
I blinked. “A whole scene?”
“Yes. Every part.”
The excitement hit so fast I sat up straighter in his lap. “I get to call the shots?”
His mouth curved. “Within reason.”
That still sounded amazing.
My brain was already sprinting ahead of me. “What if part of it includes going to Temptation?”
He didn’t even hesitate. “If you make an A, that can be included.”
I let out a huff. “You could have just said no.”
He held my gaze steadily. “I believe you can do it.”
That should not have meant anything, but the way he held my gaze when he said it made it feel like he actually believed I could do it, and for one stupid second I almost believed it too.
I started to shift, finally trying to get up. “Fine. Then I really do need to study.”
His arm tightened before I could move very far.
“Just a few more minutes,” he said.
I looked at him, then at his arm around me, and let out a breath through my nose. “Fine. But then I’m actually going to study.”
He nodded like that was exactly the answer he wanted.
So I settled back against him for a few more minutes, trying not to think too hard about the fact that maybe passing would actually be worth the effort this time.