Chapter 1 #3
“I heard Mella talking to my mom one night.” Her cheeks flush pink, and her eyes drop from mine.
“They were a little tipsy, and Mella was complaining about her latest date, and how bad he’d been in bed.
” Her eyes drift back up to meet mine, and the desire that’s lighting them heats my blood.
“She said, ‘When am I ever going to meet someone who can fuck half as good as Theo could?’”
Well, now that has my ego swelling to a point that should be humiliating. My face is hot and I rub the back of my neck with a strained laugh. “Oh. I see.”
“I trust you. I think you’re a good man, and a sweet guy, and you’re hot, and…” Amber’s shoulders jerk in a small shrug. “No one has to know. Laurie included. Nothing has to change.”
“I think sex can change a lot, don’t you?”
“Not if we don’t let it.” Amber’s mouth twitches into a soft smile. “The fact you’re talking this in circles tells me you’re thinking about it.”
“Listen, a pretty girl in my office with no panties on, yeah, that’s kind of tempting.”
“Then just… Give in.” She shrugs with a smile. “It’s just sex. Just two people, who want to spend a weekend together, and then we go back to our lives Monday morning.”
I regard her face with a heavy breath. This is wrong Her father would fucking murder me if he ever found out I’d touched his daughter.
I’ve played golf with him, I’ve drunk beers in this man’s yard while our kids danced to too-loud music.
We’ve commiserated about our kids heading to college.
We’ve sworn that any man who hurts our little girls would fucking pay.
And now I’m looking at Amber, considering just how bad it would be to peel those clothes off her and spend the weekend showing her what a man of my age, with my experience, can do.
Fuck it.
“We don’t tell anyone,” I say, and Amber’s mouth shifts as she suppresses a smile. “This is just about us.”
“Yes.” She nods.
“If I make you uncomfortable, or anything hurts, anything at all, you tell me to stop, OK?” I raise my eyebrows. “Promise?”
“Yes, of course.”
Tell her to leave and that this is a mistake. What are you doing? But it’s too late. I’m no longer the jovial dad, I’m a man, and she’s a woman, and we’re negotiating terms for how this weekend in bed is going to go. It’s thrilling in a way that should have me hanging my head in shame.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, and I hate the spark of joy that springs up when she nods Yes.
“That’s good, but I’m still going to wear a condom, of course.
” I do some crazy mental gymnastics in that split second, thinking where I even have condoms and if they’re still in date, because it’s been a good while since I needed one.
“You don’t have to,” Amber says, and the uncertainty in her face tells me exactly what these assholes at college have been doing to her. “I’ve been tested, and-”
“Honey, listen to me.” I round the desk, so we’re only a few feet apart.
I want to touch her and take her in my arms, but we need to get this all out first. “I’ve been tested too, but that’s not the point.
Sex without a condom feels great, but it feels good with one too.
And your health is what’s important to me.
I will not pressure you or tell you they don’t fit me, or any other shit a guy has said to you to manipulate you into doing what he wanted. ”
She smiles softly, her face so filled with relief and trust that I’m determined to get this guy’s name before the weekend is done and see if I can’t make his life a living hell.
“I knew you’d be good to me,” she says.
You have no idea how good I can be to you. My reason is disgusted with me. But we’re past all of that now. It’s happening, and where a few minutes ago I was hesitating, now I want it, I want her, and I want this weekend to show her how a man should treat her. What’s the worst that could happen?
“Now,” I say, moving closer to her, almost closing the distance between us, and sweep her hair over her shoulder. “I’d really, really like to kiss you.”
She licks her lips, with the barest shiver of a nod. “OK.”
I move to take off my glasses, and she reaches up to stop me, shaking her head. “Leave them on. Please.”
I lower my mouth to hers with a smile. Her breath catches just a little as my lips brush against hers, all that heat and promise washing over me. Her eyes are still open, looking into mine, as though she’s trying to peer deep enough to see into my soul.
My other hand trails along her jaw, my fingers threading into her hair, so I can hold her head as I kiss her for the first time.
My fucking god. The feeling when we’re finally against each other, finally kissing, her full lips opening for my tongue, is sheer paradise.
She tastes fresh and sweet, a soft moan quivering in her throat.
This is impulsive, and stupid. I couldn’t even take an hour to think about it?
Then she wraps her arms around my waist, her hands on my back, and the voice that was screaming at me that this is wrong shuts the hell up.
Amber presses into me, her kiss becoming more urgent, as though she’s trying to rush, to move faster, but I’m going to take my time with her. I’m not going to regret this right now. I can beat myself up for being a dirty old man later.
“I was right,” she says with a small smile when we part, her eyes still closed. “You are a good kisser.”
“I’m glad I lived up to the fantasy,” I say, trailing kisses along her jaw, down to her neck. “And you’re a pretty good kisser yourself.”
“Oh yeah?” She gasps a little as my lips brush a spot, just behind her ear, and she shivers.
“I’ll remember that for later,” I say with a chuckle. “Now, go and sit on my desk.”
She blinks up at me, her lips so plump and pretty, kiss-stung and red. “On your desk?”
“Yes, honey.” I trace my thumb along her lower lip. “I want to see what you were showing me, but this time I want to see it up close.”
Her cheeks flush bright red, but she nods with a small smile and takes a step back, peeling her sweater off and dropping it to the ground.
She’s wearing a white button-down underneath, undone just far enough for me to see the barest glimpse of the red lace of her bra.
When her hands move to undo the rest of the buttons, I reach out and still her movements.
“I’d really like to do that.”
She licks her lips and nods, then does as I say, and walks over to the desk, perching on the edge, one leg demurely crossed over the other.
She watches me curiously as I sit down, her eyes following my hand as I reach to caress the bare skin that’s visible between the hemline of her skirt and those adorable thigh-high socks.
Her breathing picks up at the touch of my hand, her thighs clenching together. I look up at her questioningly.
“Is this alright?”
She nods quickly.
“You don’t have to be nervous.” I take off my glasses. “If you don’t want to do anything, we stop immediately. You just say the word.”
“I know,” she breathes, and puts her hand over mine. “I trust you.”
“Thank you. Now, I want you to put your heels on the desk for me,” I say in a low voice, and her eyes widen a little. “I’d like you nice and open for what I’m going to do.”
“Are you… Are you going to go down on me?”
I can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “No one ever has before?”
She shakes her head, and I swear my disappointment in the men of the world is palpable.
“Do you actually like it?” She asks shyly.
I chuckle, running my hands down her legs. “Are you kidding? I love it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now…” I run my hands under the hem of her skirt, and she lets out a sweet little gasp. “Are you going to put your heels up on the desk so I can see your pussy?”
Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, and she slowly uncrosses her legs, raising them and planting her heels against the edge of the desk.
I lean back to see, and sure enough, the sight she presented to me from across my office is even prettier up close.
She’s wetter now, turned on and swollen, glistening sinfully in the afternoon light.
I exhale through lightly gritted teeth, palming my dick through my jeans, trying to relieve something of the ache and the need that’s overcoming me.
Because I know I need to slow down and focus on my girl, and make her feel good before I even think of doing anything about myself.
“Goddamn,” I murmur, and run my hands down her thighs. “You’re beautiful.”
She giggles softly, and I know being this open and vulnerable is probably a lot for her. I take off my sweater, and her face is alight with surprised delight.
“You have tattoos?”
I look down at my chest and shrug. “Sure do.”
“I like them.”
“I’ll let you take a closer look later.” I return my attention to her, to that delicious cunt that’s perched right here on my desk, and I ask myself how I got this fucking lucky. Touching her feels like crashing right through an electric fence, past all the signs that say Danger! Go Back!
The shiver that goes through her as my finger strays over her clit sets my nerves on fire. Her head falls back as I rub her in slow circles, and she moans. I push a finger inside her gently, not wanting to hurt her. She’s tight and hot, and she claps a hand over her mouth as I stroke inside her.
“You don’t have to be quiet here,” I say to her, and her hand drops from her mouth. “You can scream as loud as you want, honey.” I add a second finger, and I have to clench my jaw hard to calm myself down, because fucking christ almighty, she feels so good.