Chapter 8
MYLES
Ipace my room for what felt like hours. After dinner, I made an excuse about not feeling well and said I wanted to go lay down. Howie said he was going to bed too because he had to go to the office early the next morning. In truth, I just needed some time alone to think.
What Maeve said still has me worked up several hours after the fact.
Not the man she thought I was? Running from her because I’m scared? She all but called me a fucking coward and it pissed me off. As I’ve thought about it incessantly these last few hours though, I realize I’m so pissed off because I know she’s right.
I am letting my fear rule me. I am letting my fear dictate my actions.
In my defense though, it’s not without reason.
A pretty good bloody reason. Her father.
I don’t think he’s quite as liberal-minded as she thinks he is.
Especially not when it comes to his daughter.
I highly doubt he’s going to take kindly to a man twice Maeve’s age coming on to her.
Taking advantage of her, he’d reason. And I think it’d be even worse if it’s me.
He’d expect more from me than to perv on his daughter who is literally half my age.
It’s something she needs to understand. We need to clear the air and put this behind us. If we don’t, and this awkward tension is in the room whenever we’re together, her father is going to figure it out. And that’s not going to be good for anybody.
Fired up, I quietly slip out of my room and pad silently down the hall to her room.
I pause and put my ear close to the door.
I don’t know if she’s asleep or not. But I can see light under the door and think she might still be awake, so I knock softly.
My stomach lurches when I hear movement inside and a moment later, the door opens.
She frowns when she sees me. “What do you want?”
“We need to talk.”
“What is there to talk about?”
Without answering, I push past her and step into her room.
She backs up as I close the door and stares at me like I’ve lost my bloody mind.
Maybe I have. She’s wearing small shorts and a t-shirt, showcasing her full breasts and long, shapely legs.
I tear my eyes away from her and think of the most boring things ever to keep from getting a hard on.
Maeve backs up and drops onto her bed, pulling her pillow into her lap.
She eyes me with something like disappointment, or perhaps it’s disgust. I walk in and perch on the edge of her desk, bracing myself on my hands.
We stare at each other in silence for a moment, that now familiar tension in the air between us.
“What do you want?” she asks.
“I wanted to talk about what you said earlier. About me being scared.”
“It’s true.”
“You’re bloody right I’m scared. I’m scared of losing my best friend,” I tell her. “I’m scared of losing you too if your father finds out about us. You’re both my family and I don’t want to lose either one of you.”
“Do you want me?”
“It doesn’t matter what I want.”
“It matters to me. Do you want me?”
I pause and swallow down my words. The last thing I want to do is encourage this.
I need to quash it. But staring into her hazel eyes, I feel my heart and stomach both turn somersaults inside of me.
My balls tighten and I feel my cock lengthening.
I do want her. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.
And that’s the problem.
Before I realize what I’m even doing, I find myself crossing the room.
I pull Maeve to her feet and cup her face in my hands then lean down and kiss her.
Her velvety soft tongue slides against mine, sending fire coursing through my veins.
I devour her, savoring the minty taste of her toothpaste and the feel of her firm, young body pressed to mine.
My mind is screaming at me to stop but everything in my body urges me onward.
Walking her backward, I push her onto the bed then drop to my knees.
I quickly tug her shorts off and throw them aside as I lean forward, burying my tongue in her dripping wet pussy.
She throws her head back and moans as I lap up her sweet nectar.
I lick and suck on her clit as I drive a pair of fingers into her.
Maeve puts her pillow over her face to drown out her cries.
I pump my fingers deep into her center and graze her clit with my teeth.
Her entire body grows rigid then she begins to shake wildly, the pillow muffling her screams of pleasure.
I keep lapping up her juices until her trembling slows and she pulls the pillow off her face, staring down at me with wide-eyed wonder.
“I need to be inside of you, baby girl.”
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me now.”
Quickly shedding my clothes, I pin her down to the bed with my weight.
She spreads her legs wide and I kiss her, slipping the head of my cock between her wet, warm lips.
With a gentle push, I slide deep into her core making her moan.
I kiss her, swallowing the sound but my body is vibrating with need.
She is so fucking tight and the pressure around my cock is so intense, I feel like I’m about to blow at any moment.
She stares up at me, her wide hazel eyes burning with the same need that flows through me. I roll my hips, plunging my rod deep into her and she draws in a sharp breath. A flash of pain crosses her face but quickly melts into an expression of pure ecstasy.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Ohhh, yes, give it to me.”
“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“The dirtiest, but only for you, Daddy. Now fuck my pussy. Hard.”
The filth flowing out of her mouth gets me impossibly hard and turns me absolutely feral.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin Maeve down to the bed and pound her, driving my cock deep into her sweet little slippery hole.
Leaning down, I take her stiff nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting on them as I plunge into her over and over again.
Her breathy moans grow louder so I move one hand to her throat and squeeze gently as I fuck her harder.
Maeve’s eyes light up as her face turns red, burning with absolute desire.
She clings to me, digging her nails into my skin while she raises her hips, meeting my thrusts and taking me even deeper into her white-hot core.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl.” I loosen my grip around her throat but intensify my thrusts.
“Yes, Daddy. I love your cock inside of me.” She bites her lip and holds her breath.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, making the fit even tighter and I lose my rhythm.
Distracted for a moment by the sudden build of pressure low inside of me.
Pushing me to the brink. Announcing the point of no return.
I grit my teeth, trying to stave off the inevitable, wanting the moment to last. But I’m about to come.
Maeve turns her hazel eyes up to me and a small smile appears on her full, heart-shaped lips.
“Come for me, Daddy. Fill me up with that hot come,” she moans. “I want to feel you explode inside of me.”
I lean down and kiss her, our tongues lashing each other wildly as I keep pumping my cock deep into her. Her lips brush my ear, sending a shudder of pleasure through me.
“Fill me up, Daddy. Give me your come.”
My cock swells and I throw my head back, trying to stifle my cry as I burst. I throb and pulse as I shoot thick ropes of come deep into her tight little honeypot.
As I fill her with my seed, Maeve’s eyes widen and she begins to shake.
A trembling gasp passes her lips, and her voice rings out.
I quickly cover her mouth with mine, swallowing down her cries.
Our tongues swirl languidly around each other as we ride our currents of bliss, riding this wave of pleasure together.
Slowly, I soften and the intense ecstasy begins to fade.
I flop onto my back, spent, and Maeve lays her head on my chest. We lie in silence as I run my fingers through her hair. She plants a circle of kisses on my stomach.
Then moving lower she takes the tip of my spent rod between her lips. Kiss-sucking tenderly, sliding her mouth down the shaft, then up again, cleaning our love juices.
When she is done I kiss the crown of her head. And without meaning to, we both slip away into the warm and blissful embrace of sleep.