Avoiding Temptation
It’s been four days since I’ve seen Mr Walker—four days and I still can’t get the image of him laid across me while I’m naked out of my head, the way he simply glided his thick long tongue across my fingers causing my body to tremble within moments.
I couldn’t face him after that.
I still wasn’t sure what his game was. It seemed he enjoyed teasing me, but I wasn’t sure if that’s as far as it went.
I quickly learned his schedule. He wasn’t working from home until next week, so I still had ample time to avoid him, but with this being my fourth day here, I was quickly running out of time.
Kate hadn’t come back since that first night, and I spent my days trying to hide from the man who brought me to my mother fucking knees with one dark look.
Skipping down the stairs I’m in high spirits I’ve avoided another awkward scene because I have just seen his car leave and I can finally have breakfast, padding across the kitchen floor I feel the cold beneath my feet as I make my way to the fridge.
Peering inside, I’m unsure what I should make.
Could just go simple and have eggs and fresh orange juice, after all the only appetite I seem to have is for my best friend’s dad.
“Alexa, play Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams.” I speak into the electronic device that sits by the cereal; the music plays loudly as I pour my juice into a clean glass.
Swinging my hips as I beat three eggs in a glass bowl with the whisk that I’m holding in my arms, I’m finally relaxed. “Why have you been avoiding me?” Screaming, the bowl jumps in the air, splashing egg in my hair, and splattering in my face. The bowl crashes to the ground.
With large hands wrapped around me, lifting me into the air, I turn my head and see egg sliding down his dark locks, spearing onto his three-piece suit.
Shit.
He turns, walks up the stairs and throws me onto his bed. “Hey,” I scream.
“Don’t move.”
Shit.
Had I pissed him off?
Well, I had just caked him in egg and smashed a bowl in the process, and he stalks out of the room.
I want to get up, but he told me not to move.
This is stupid.
This is precisely the reason I’d avoided him.
Getting up from the bed, I’m stopped by the deep growl that I hear erupt from his throat. “I thought I told you not to move.” His eyes bore sternly into mine.
“I chose not to listen,” I smirk.
He races towards me, pushing me back down on the bed. I try to get up, but his body lies across mine, restricting my movements.
My heart beats faster beneath him while the heat from his body renders me unable to move. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
“I haven’t—.”
“Four days, Brooklyn, this house isn’t that big.”
“Actually—.” I push against his chest, but it’s futile. He barely budges an inch, but I need him to get off of me. Every whip of his hot breath against my skin is causing unwanted feelings to arise between my thighs.
“Why?” he whispers.
“What’s wrong? Did you miss me?” I mock.
“You know that smart mouth of yours.” He touches my lips. “is going to get you into trouble.” A smirk appears on my lips.
I wasn’t sure if it was my mouth that would get me in trouble, but rather my obsession with my best friend’s dad.
“I’m sorry about the egg.”
“I don’t give a damn about the egg.” His breathing is suddenly ragged as his head falls on top of mine.
He seems at war with himself. “Will you be mine?”
“I don’t understand.”
He shakes his head. “I want you. Will you be mine?”
“What do you mean, yours? Like a relationship?” A loud roar of laughter erupts from him. Did I say something funny? His head nestles in between my chest, but the laughing stops, and all that’s left is groaning. He lifts his head. “Oh no, darling, I don’t do relationships.”
“So what is it you are offering, Mr Walker.” His face screws up in a grimace.
“Why won’t you call me by my name?”
“I don’t know—maybe I like the reaction you have—Mr Walker.”
“Be mine, Brooklyn.”
“Is that an order or a request?” He sits up, giving me room to quickly move from beneath him, taking my chance and sliding around his body, pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his legs. He looks up at me with a smirk on his lips.
“It was a question.”
My hands run up his firm toned abs, sliding my body across his I hear a groan escape his lips, bringing my face close to his I can feel his hot breath massage my face, our lips are almost touching but not quite, “I’m afraid after all the teasing—you’d be a—disappointment.
” I whisper against his lips, and his eyebrows raise quickly.
Jumping off of the bed, I race towards the door.
“Brooklyn.” I hear him scream, and turning my head, I smile at him.
“This must be so hard..” I look down at his throbbing cock I can see moving within his pants, “for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” He gives me a curious look.
“yeah wanting something you can’t have.”
“Is that your final answer?” I give him a smile.
“I’m not sure you ever asked a question.”
“Brooklyn.” Biting my lip with a smirk, “go on, you can take a shower, I promise I won’t look.” I state with a wink as I turn and walk out of his room.
Crashing into my room, my back pressed against the door as I finally let out a breath, what was I doing? I’m not sure how long I’d be able to avoid him. He had already seen through my ridiculous plan to stay away from him, and now I was teasing him. Shit. I was in way over my head.
I half expect him to come racing to my room, throw me on the bed and finally give me what we both wanted, but he doesn’t; the only thing I hear is silence.
I’m slightly disappointed that he hasn’t chased after me, but what would I do if he had? This is absolute madness. I came here for work, not to fuck my boss, but he was tempting me with each dark look, each dark look that sent my body into a frenzy.
I can’t leave my room now for fear that he will be out there waiting for me, but that’s ridiculous. He may have hunger in his eyes when he looks at me, but he’s a god!
He could have anyone he wanted; he’d soon get bored with my games and move on.
At least then nobody would get hurt, my friendship with Kate would stay intact and the fantasy could live in my head where it belonged.
My phone rings, and I’m quickly thinking: Saved by the bell.
“Hey Brook.”
“Hey stranger.”
“Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been back. I hope you haven’t been too bored without me.”
“Oh no, it’s been—relaxing.”
“Oh great, I will be back tonight, so we can do something fun over the weekend before I go back home.” Dread instantly fills me.
She’d be going home, and I’d be left here with her dad. How would I avoid him then? It had been easier when I knew she’d be coming back but had been stuck here alone with him.
I didn’t have a prayer.
“That sounds great.” I try to sound optimistic about her arrival, but all I can think about is her departure.
She doesn’t stay on the phone long; after all, she’s given me her good news and there is nothing much left to say.
I need to calm down. Slipping into my two-piece crimson bathing suit, I grab a towel, slowly open the door, and head looking down the hallway.
All clear.
I usher out a breath of relief as I sneakily head down the stairs, quickly making my way towards Dean’s office, his door slightly ajar.
Peeking my head inside, I find it’s empty.
I mean honestly, why would he design his house this way, having to go past his office just to get to the pool? But he doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight, so it seems safe to carry on with my ninja act.
My body is instantly pushed up against the wall, my arms restrained above my head, and the towel I’d been holding falls at my feet. Staring into his eyes, I almost forget to breathe. “Dean.” I manage to breathe.
“Ah, so she does know my name,” his head comes closer, and his dark musky scent attacks my nostrils, his strong hand travels slowly down my body resting at my hip, his touch burns through my skin, and a slight gasp escapes my lips, “god, I fucking want you.” He growls in my ear.
I’m about to tell him it’s gone far enough, I’m about to get up the courage to move away from his touch, his words have caused wetness to crawl between my legs.
Just as I open my mouth to reject this delicious specimen, his mouth comes down hard on mine, the way his lips move across mine has tremors crawling through my body, his hot tongue pierces mine and I melt against his hard body allowing the gasps of excitement to fall into his mouth.
“Be mine.” He whispers into my mouth. I want to say yes, but I’m terrified of what that entails.
I’m terrified that once I let him in, he will ruin me after all, he’s already specified that he’s not looking for a relationship and I’m sure a fling with him would be exciting but I can’t bring myself to say it. “Be mine.” He growls once more, my eyes searching his.
“Dean.” I gasp.
He shakes his head. “I fucking want you, Brooklyn, but I need you to agree to be mine.”
His hands move slowly down my hips, his fingers playing with the string holding my bikini bottoms in place. One snag and I’m exposed. “Dean.” I cry out at the sudden cold whip of air that whips at my bare pussy.
“Be mine,” he growls once more.
His fingers move delicately across my lips. The squelch of my wetness and the heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard. His fingers shoot inside my soaking hole, gripping onto his shoulder, and I cry out.
His fingers expertly move deep inside of me, and the crawling pleasure rises up my body, held in place against the wall.
“Oh, fuck it.” He cries out. I’m not sure what he’s cursing at until I hear the zipper fall down.
Raising my leg high, I feel my body being pushed further into the wall.
The slight twinge in my groin pinches at being stretched so wide.
I cry out as I feel the head of his cock add pressure at my centre.
Pushing in, he finally breaks through, and a loud cry falls from my lips, “Fuck, you’re so—fucking—tight.
” He breathes into my neck, using his other hand to dig into my ass.
He pushes further inside of me, and the pleasure crashes across me instantly.
My leg wraps around his waist as he thrusts his hips hard against mine.
His body presses hard against mine, almost cutting off what little air supply I may have. He wraps my legs around his waist so I can feel the full length of him, and with only one thrust, my head is spinning.
I can feel every fucking inch of him, and I feel like I’m floating. He feels so big that his grinding against my walls. I can’t think. I can’t speak. The only thing I can do is scream my pleasure down his ear.
“God, do you know how fucking good you feel.” I hear him growl in my ear.
Was I supposed to respond? I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
His hot breath heats up my skin as I feel his large hand crawl up my skin, gripping my throat and tipping me over the edge.
“That’s a good girl,” he breathes. “Cum for me, Brook.”
His tongue moves delicately across my lips, teasing me and pushing the pleasure I already feel to course through my veins.
“Oh god,” I gasp.
His teeth gently bite my lips as he thrusts his cock deep within my walls with one more scream, and I release all the pleasure he’s forced through my body.
I’m a shuddering mess as he continues to pound my pussy, his breathing becoming more ragged by the second, the grip on my throat tightening until I hear him growl and groan his own desire, feeling him fill me up with his hot load which makes me shake with desire once more.
I raise my head and look into his eyes, daring not to say one word. His fingers tease my lips as he brings his head closer to mine.
“I always get what I want.” He whispers as he finally releases me and gently places me on the ground. “Now, will you be mine?”
I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I just stare into his eyes with disbelief. I open my mouth, but the noise from the other room stops any words that want to fall out.
“Daddy,” Kate screams.
We both look at each other, while her voice continues to scream through the house. She’s getting closer; I can hear the clack of her heels.
“Be a good girl and go to the pool; we will finish this later.”
I stare at him in disbelief. Finish what? Hadn’t we already finished? I shake my head and quickly fasten the towel around my waist, picking my bikini bottoms from the ground and rushing outside with wobbly legs.
Once I’m outside and my bikini is as it was before he had torn it from my body, I dip my feet into the water, allowing my body to immerse itself in the cool, wet serenity of the pool but nothing can wash away what I’d just done.
I’d just fucked my best friend’s dad, I was going to hell.