Chapter Five
Nikki
My heart is in my throat and it’s beating so hard I’m getting reflux.
Reed stares toward me, his wide shoulders lifting up and down, his head lowered like he’s an animal about to attack.
I’ve never seen this side of him before and I’m not sure what to make of it. Maybe he doesn’t like that I keep calling him Daddy. It’s only meant to be playful, but I guess I could see how someone could find it offensive if they don’t understand the context.
“I, ugh—”
“Shh,” he steps forward and lands his thick finger against my lips as he walks me back into the wall, “Daddy’s in charge, right?”
My stomach flips and my clit does that circus thing where it thumps, lights, and jumps through hoops.
Is this sexual? Is Reed coming onto me?
No… that’s crazy.
I swallow hard and blink up at him as he waits for an answer to his question.
Daddy’s in charge? What does that even mean? Does it matter? I sort of want to see where it goes. God, where is this going?
“Yeah,” I say, nodding breathlessly, my dress still soaked with grape juice, my hands sticky as I land them on his biceps. “Daddy’s in charge.”
“Good girl, kitten,” he groans low as he leans into the lobe of my ear, his eyes devouring me with a heat I’ve never felt before.
This is one hundred percent sexual. Reed is most certainly coming onto me.
Reed.
My Reed.
My dad’s best friend Reed.
How the hell is this big, giant, inked-up, monster of a man interested in me? He could have any woman he wants.
His breath is hot against my ear, my neck, my lips, a rumble in his throat as his beard tickles my sensitive skin. Moments later, my nipples poke through the fabric of my dress and my pussy thumps with need.
Is he going to kiss me?
His lips brush mine once, and he growls like he’s trying to hold himself back.
Again, they brush against me, and I swear I feel the hard tip of his dick poke against my belly.
This is so messed up. Has he had feelings for me too or is this a tonight thing? Did the stove break and we’re both hallucinating from a terrible gas leak?
I’m going with that last one. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
My thighs press together tightly as I try to pinch off the urges coursing through me. Urges I no longer want to control.
“Take that dress off, kitten. Let’s clean you up.” There’s a rasp in his voice as he speaks, like he’s being tortured by what he wants and what he knows he should do.
It’s that, or I’m projecting because I’m feeling the same way.
I’ve thought about riding this man’s cock a million times over. Night after night I torture myself with fantasies of his big hands all over me. Yet now, in the moment, I’m not sure what I feel. Physically I want him. Heck, emotionally, I want him, but in practice… this is insane.
Apparently, the practicality of the situation loses to the other two, because as I’m thinking everything over, I’m actively unbuttoning every button on my dress, letting the fabric fall to the floor, and grinding my hips forward like a desperate, little nympho.
Reed stands a few inches away, fists clenched shut like he’s trying to hold himself in place.
I stand steady, breathing fast, chest rising and falling quickly.
“All of it,” he groans. “The bra and panties too. Daddy needs to clean you up.”
Oh, dear Lord! My clit throbs and my panties flood as I reach back to unclip my bra. I hold the fabric in place over my tits as I draw the straps down my arms.
His voice shakes. “Let it go, kitten. Let Daddy see all of you.”
I’m not okay. How do we ever go back to normal after this? I need Reed. I can’t lose him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, clit throbbing as I let my bra fall to the floor, then hook my thumbs into my panties and drag them down my shaking thighs.
He knows I’m a virgin. We’ve talked about it plenty of times.
Looking back, that was probably strange, but at the time it made a lot of sense.
I've always trusted his opinion and losing my virginity seemed like a huge deal by college. Everyone was having sex and everyone was talking about it. I thought I was the only human left on the planet who hadn’t ‘done the deed.’ Reed reassured me that purity was valued and told me how appreciative the right man would be that I waited.
Was he the man he was talking about?
A hot shiver rolls over me as my father’s best friend takes me in, his cock hard and struggling against his jeans.
“Fuck,” he says so low that I barely hear him before he presses into me, his lips on mine so hard and fast that I’m pressed back into the wall. His big hand cups my breast as we kiss, his tongue rolling with mine as moan after needy moan traps between us.
My knees shake. My stomach vibrates. My heart hammers. Everything is on fire. I’ve never been touched like this in my life.
I need him!
I need him to fill me up, take me over, make me whole!
His mouth opens over mine. “You trust me?”
Nodding, I release an unsteady breath, and he bends his massive body forward, tucks his arms beneath my thighs, and lifts me from the ground.
Before I know what’s happened, my bare pussy is inches from his face.
Oh God, he’s smelling me. What if I smell bad? I’ve been sopping wet all night. Also, how is he holding me so steadily? I’m not a small girl, but I’m sitting up here on his arms like a tiny, little ballerina.
My pussy twitches as his warm breath releases against my slit.
“Jesus Christ, kitten,” he groans as he leans in, brushing his lips and beard against my pussy. “You’re so fucking pink. When was the last time you came?”
I could tell him I came last night thinking about him, but that’s insane. Plus, I don’t think I could get the words out of my mouth right now.
“With someone else?”
He flashes his stare up to me, like he hadn’t considered that option.
“You’ve been with someone else?”
I wet my lips, though they’re still dry. “No. I’m still a virgin.”
“I remember you telling me before.” He brushes up against me again, this time kissing the lips of my pussy. “I thought maybe I’d missed something.” He says the words with relief, as though he wants to be the man to take my cherry.
Heart thumping, I hold steady, unsure of what to do with my hands, or my breath, or my legs, or my arms, or my head for that matter. It’s like every part is in the right place, but I’m in such an unnatural position, completely at his mercy.
He growls low and leans in between my legs, breathing me in again before kissing the outer lips of my pussy.
“So soft, baby girl.” This time he drags his tongue over my crease.
Why does that feel so good? He’s barely touching me, yet I’m on fire.
“You’re so messy, kitten.” There’s a deep rasp in his voice. “Daddy’s going to clean you up, okay?”
I’m breathing so fast and hard I think I might pass out. “Okay, Daddy,” I say, anchoring myself to his forearms as he holds me in place.
In moments, the tip of his tongue finds my clit and circles with pressure before he nibbles and sucks.
Oh damn!
My hips instinctively grind up against his face like I’m a weightless, little fiend, with no regard for the man holding and servicing me.
“That’s right, kitten. You like it when Daddy eats you up.” There’s a growl in his voice as he talks, his gaze barely lifting as his hands squeeze my thighs and he goes back to licking.
I’m going to die. Right here, right now.
My thighs widen then close instinctively, squeezing his face as I weave my fingers through his hair. “Right there, Daddy!”
I can’t catch my breath. I can’t stop squirming. The need to feel friction between my thighs is overwhelming. I stare up at the ceiling and moan as pressure builds deep in my stomach.
“Good girl,” Reed groans, licking and sucking in circles. “Come on Daddy’s face.”
“Oh God!” I bounce on his forearms and grind against his face, my thighs flapping and squeezing his head, until all at once, an electric fog rolls over me, clouding my reasoning, shutting out the world.
It starts at the base of my neck, spilling down my spine, before blooming in my groin like the sweetest release I’ve ever felt in my life.
Reed’s warm mouth stays locked over my clit, his tongue lapping at my juices as I shake and moan. I’ve lost control of my body, my muscles reflexively spasming, sensitive to even the slightest touch.
His tongue lays flat and drags over my clit one last time before he slides up the slit of my pussy with the tip. “Fuck, baby, you taste so damn good.”
For a moment, he holds me suspended there, breathing me in like he’s memorizing my scent, my touch, the weight of my body in his arms.
It’s not until we hear a knock at the door that he lowers me down to the ground again. “Ignore it,” he says, leaning into my lips for a warm kiss, the scent of my pleasure on his beard and his breath.
The room is warmer down here against his chest, and I’m getting quite comfortable when there’s another knock at the door.
It’s odd considering Reed’s cabin is up here in the middle of nowhere.
Whoever is on the other side of the wall clearly has a reason to be here, though I don’t care enough to stop what I’m doing.
Sure, he’s satisfied me, but my thighs are still aching for more. I need his cock. His touch. I need to hear the sounds he makes as he empties inside of me.
So, I do as I’m told and ignore the banging in favor of unzipping his jeans to finally see the bulge behind the denim. I’m nearly inside his boxers when I hear the sound of my father’s voice on the other side of the door, and just like that, the reality of what I’ve done slaps me in the face.