Chapter 5
MAEVE
Iwoke up to a text from my dad telling me he had to go into the office.
Because of course he did. My dad really needs to learn to relax.
Better, he needs to hire some people to help run the company so he can go and take a vacation, like Myles suggested.
And maybe, he can find love again too. I hate seeing him all alone.
And when he tells me he’s happy, I don’t believe him.
Not entirely. I can see the emptiness in him sometimes and it breaks my heart.
Sliding out of bed, I hear a splash in the pool.
Stepping to my window, I pull the curtain aside slightly and peer into the backyard.
My breath catches in my throat as I see Myles climbing out of the pool.
My eyes traverse the hard angles and planes of his body and I feel a quiver low inside of me as I watch the muscles in his arms and legs flex.
While I stand there watching, Myles dives back into the pool and starts to do some laps.
The heat between my legs is growing unbearably intense and the insides of my thighs are slick once more.
Not even getting myself off half a dozen times last night has quenched the fire burning inside of me for him.
All that teasing yesterday just has me in a state.
And it makes me want to try something even more with him.
Grinning to myself, I put on a two-piece bathing suit, white with little red cherries on it, then pull my hair back into a ponytail. After a quick glance in the mirror, I grab my robe and a towel, then head downstairs, hurrying to make sure I get to the pool before he gets out.
He’s just finishing a lap as I walk out and stands in the shallow end looking up at me.
I can see him battling with himself, doing his best to keep from gawking at me with that same lust in his face I saw yesterday.
It’s a battle I see him losing though. Feeling emboldened and more courageous than I think I ever have before, I flash him a wide smile.
“Hey, good morning,” he says.
“Good morning, I respond.
“Hope you don’t mind,” he says. “I just wanted to get a few laps in this morning.”
“I don’t mind at all. I hope you don’t mind some company.”
“I, uhh… no. Not at all.”
“Thanks.”
I step to the small staircase at the edge of the pool and move slowly, giving Myles time to drink me in. And just the way he stares at me, the way his eyes slide up and down my body, makes me quiver. I’ve never had a man look at me the way he does and I’m dripping wet by the time I hit the water.
“So, that was pretty quick thinking last night,” he says. “About Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Thanks. I thought so.”
“But how are we going to pull this off?”
“We’ll figure it out,” I tell him. “But right now, we need to figure something else out.”
“What’s that?”
“Us,” I say. “You can’t tell me you didn’t feel something yesterday.”
“Maeve—”
I don’t give him time to finish his sentence.
Instead, I cross the pool and throw myself into him, sliding my arms around the back of his neck and press my mouth to his.
Myles is hesitant but he opens his mouth and slides his tongue past my teeth.
As he leans into my kiss, my body explodes with sensation.
I feel like a live wire. And as he swirls his tongue around mine languidly, I slide my hand down his body, sliding it into his swim trunks, and grab his long, rock hard cock.
Myles gasps, his body stiffening and his eyes fly open as if he realizes what he’s doing. He tries to pull away, but I tighten my hand around his shaft, squeezing it and start to pump my hand up and down, jacking him off.
“Bloody hell,” he mutters.
“I want this, Daddy,” I whisper. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Maeve, we can’t—”
“We can. I’m all grown up now, Myles. You said so yourself.”
“But—”
I kiss him again and as his hands slide around my waist, I feel his surrender.
I feel him give into his wants. His desires.
I feel him surrender to me. He leans into me, his tongue forcefully dashing against mine as he presses me against the side of the pool.
The cool concrete bites into my shoulders and then he spins me around.
I thrust my ass toward him as I grip the edge of the pool. A soft moan passes my lips as I grind myself against that long, hard rod in his trunks and I’m consumed by the desire to have him inside of me. I turn and look at him over my shoulder, biting my bottom lip seductively.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whisper. “I need you in me. Now.”
A low growl passes his lips as he yanks my swimsuit to the side and steps forward.
Gripping me by my neck, he pulls me back to him and kisses me with such ferocity it steals my breath.
I have only a moment to feel the head of his dick sliding along my wet, swollen lips, before he thrusts himself forward, burying his staff deep in my wet pussy.
The flash of pain that hits me is as immediate as it is intense and my whole body locks up as a quivering gasp bursts from my mouth. I feel like I’m being split open.
“Are you okay, love?” he whispers.
Biting my bottom lip, I close my eyes and fight through the pain. I never imagined my first time would hurt so much. But just as I’m about to tell him I can’t do it, the pain ebbs. It flows out of me and is quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure so intense, it brings tears to my eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Don’t stop, Daddy.”
A slow grin spreads across his ruggedly handsome face, and I watch over my shoulder as he grips my hips and starts to move within me.
Every stroke of his cock touches off explosions of sensation inside of me and I cry out, calling his name.
I grip the edge of the pool so hard, I feel like I’m going to break the concrete.
Myles moves slowly at first, his strokes long and deliberate. But he grunts and I feel his cock swell and he starts to speed up.
“You’re so bloody tight, baby girl,” he mutters.
“Just for you, Daddy,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
My words seem to inspire him as he pounds me harder from behind.
Reaching behind me, I take his hand and move it up to my throat.
He grips it nice and tight as he fucks me.
I throw my head back, gasping in pleasure as the pressure of his hand on my throat blends with his cock sliding so deep into my sex.
He leans forward, the feel of his lips brushing my ear making me shiver. “You feel so bloody good, baby girl,” he moans. “I’ve been thinking about being inside of you all fucking night.”
I turn my head and give him a devilish smile. “I’ve been thinking about having you inside of me for a lot longer than that, Daddy.”
Myles grabs me roughly and spins me around, picking me up and pinning me against the wall.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he slips his cock back into my eager pussy.
He presses his mouth to mine, his kiss so intense and deep, I feel weightless.
He rolls his hips, thrusting himself into me harder and faster.
Racked by a slight pinch of pain that highlights the pleasure coursing through me, I dig my nails into his shoulders. Myles hisses but smiles.
“Yes, baby girl. Just like that.”
I grip his shoulders harder as the veins in the side of his neck stand out. He pounds me hard, the water from the pool splashing all around us. The pressure inside of me builds and I can’t hold back any longer. Throwing my head back I cry out.
“I’m coming, Daddy,” I gasp. “I’m coming for you. Don’t stop fucking me.”
He moans as his dick swells inside of me and he presses me harder against the wall.
But he keeps pumping into me, prolonging the pleasure as I shake and writhe against him, my orgasm making me dizzy.
It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
Getting myself off has never felt half this good and I don’t want the sensation to stop.
But Myles grunts. “Fuck,” he says, his voice quivering. “I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, Dadddy,” I whisper in his ear. “Fill me up with your come. I want to feel it.”
Myles groans as his rod twitches and then he explodes.
I feel him throbbing within me as he shoots his thick, milky seed deep inside of me.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I cling to him, moaning his name softly.
Every nerve ending on my body feels like it’s on fire and my pussy pulses around him, in time with his throbbing, milking every last drop of him into me.
It feels like it goes on forever but it’s still not long enough when I feel him soften and that golden glow begin to ebb. He stares into my eyes, a crooked smile on his lips.
“That was bloody amazing,” he whispers then kisses me.
“Better than I ever dreamed of,” I reply and mean it.