Chapter 46 Alexis
ALEXIS
It’s been four days since Finn came to my class and I'm still pinching myself, unable to believe it. Finn texted me early the next morning, cursing me for the sore muscles. I find it hard to believe, I’ve seen those abs, he is no stranger to exercise, but a sadistic part of me did push things extra hard just to show him what I teach.
Finn’s flight gets in today. He said he would stop by his place to shower, change, and pack a bag before coming to spend a few nights with me.
Marcee is headed to LA for the weekend, so we are free and clear.
I know she was annoyed that I didn’t go with her, and the pressure of not telling her is starting to weigh on me.
Maybe it's time to tell her. I’ll talk to Finn about it this weekend.
With that said, I'm glad she will be gone because Finn and I can come and go without worry of being caught for a couple nights. My phone is on the counter, music blaring as I clean the kitchen.
Daddy:
Just leaving my house, see you soon, baby! I missed you so much.
Me:
Can’t wait to see you, Daddy!
“Eeekkk,” I squeal and do a happy dance noting the time. Time to finish getting everything in order for the night I have planned. As I pull out an aerosol can of Reddi Whip and head to my room, I can’t stop the cheek splitting smile on my face.
He should be here anytime now. I have Varsity Blues cued up on the tv and a lasagna cooling on the counter. Now, all I need is for him to walk through that door.
Giddy excitement courses through me when I hear a knock at the door. Hiding in the kitchen, I call, “It’s open!”
The door swings open. “Lex, I don’t like you leaving your door unlocked.” His stern voice makes the moment all the better.
Stepping into his line of sight, I coo, “Sorry, Daddy, maybe I can make it up to you somehow.”
When he spins, his mouth drops open and the bouquet of flowers in his hand falls to the floor. I feel so sexy and powerful as he runs his hungry gaze up and down my body, which is naked save the whipped cream bikini I'm wearing, cherry nipples and all.
“Fuck me, baby, you look so sexy. I’m gonna blow my load before I even get inside of you,” Finn growls as he stays frozen, but his eyes are all over me.
I walk slowly to him, loving the way he watches me and noting the way his pants are already pulling tight, a large bulge showing just how much he likes it.
Crooking my finger at him, he comes without hesitation, kissing me with so much pent-up tension that I nearly jump on him, only the full frontal of whipped cream stops me.
His smile is feral when he drops to his knees, licking right through the mound of whip cream acting as a bikini bottom.
He takes his time licking me clean and winding me up.
Impatience takes over and I launch into his arms, getting cream on both of us.
We are a mess of clashing teeth and tongue, hands all over, his clothes nearly ripped from his body in our frenzy to get at each other.
Lifting me up, Finn lies me on the table.
I spread my legs for him, already moaning as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
It has been three weeks since I’ve felt him inside of me and I think I'll combust if I don’t feel him in me now.
“Daddy, please don’t tease me, I need you too much.” Without another word, he slams into me, sheathing himself completely.
“Fuck, baby, I missed this pussy. Look at you taking Daddy’s cock like such a good fucking girl.”
My body stretches to accommodate his size.
Every fucking time he is inside me I marvel at the way he fills me so completely.
He wastes no time thrusting into me, burying himself deep over and over.
His thrusts are so hard, the table scoots across the floor a little with each one.
Finn doesn’t treat me like something that will break, he is rough and dominating—I love it.
“Yes, harder, Daddy.” Reaching up, I spread my legs into a V, catching my feet and pulling them out wide.
He works my swollen clit, circling it before flicking the sensitive bud, the sting is so delicious that I'm arching up off the table as my orgasm rushes through me.
Finn follows me over, still thrusting into me as my front door swings open.
“Lexie! Since you didn’t want to go to LA…DAD?!” Time stands still as I hear Marcee’s scream. “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Lexie?!”
“Marcee!” Finn pulls out, covering himself with his hands. We both scramble to find clothes. Finn yanks on his pants and when we both realize I have no clothes in the room, he hands me his shirt. Marcee is madder than I have ever seen her. Spinning, she stomps to the door.
“Marcee, wait. Please, let us explain.”
She whirls on me, her face red. “Explain what, Lexie? That you are fucking my dad! My dad, Lexie! What the fuck is wrong with you?” She’s screaming in my face and I flinch at the hate radiating from her eyes.
“Marcee.” Finn’s voice rings out loud and firm. “That is enough. Alexis doesn’t deserve that.”
“Oh, excuse me, Dad! Let me even it out. What were you thinking fucking my best friend?!” Tears well up in her eyes and my heart breaks.
“Marcee, we screwed up,” I plead, desperate to make things right. “We should’ve told you sooner, but we were still working all the details out and just not ready to go public yet.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t look at either of you right now. Just don’t…” She raises her hand at both of us. “I’m leaving, do not follow me, either of you!”
Marcee slams the door hard enough a picture crashes to the floor. Crestfallen, I look at Finn as tears spill over. “This is all my fault, you wanted to tell her and I asked you to wait, and now I ruined everything.”
He closes the distance between us, wrapping me in his arms. “It’s going to be okay. Marcee, as you know, hates change or surprises, and this is a big one. Give her some time. I'll try to talk to her tomorrow.”
I just nod, but he isn’t done. Bending to meet my eyes.
“Lex, sweetheart. This changes nothing as far as I'm concerned. The way I feel about you. Baby, it’s like nothing I have ever felt for anyone else. You’re everything to me and we will work this out.
I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I won’t let you go again. ”
Somehow, he always knows what I need to hear.
We’re both sticky, and I have cum running down my leg.
Leading me to the bathroom, Finn pulls me under the warm spray and turns me so my back is to him before he starts washing me.
There’s nothing sexual about it, but with each stroke, every touch, I feel wounds deep inside from a lifetime of being alone and abandoned slowly healing.
We curl up on the couch, completely wrapped up in one another. He holds me as we watch Friends, my comfort show, neither of us in the mood for the night I had planned. As I drift off, he kisses my forehead. “I’m so glad you’re here, Lex. It will all be okay.”
I let myself believe him as I fall asleep in the safety of his arms.