Delilah

Hearing my father’s voice as I was coming down from an intense orgasm, with Ethan’s come dripping out of me, was a wakeup call I could have done without. We’d managed to get cleaned up and my clothes back on me lightning fast, but I’d had no idea how to explain what we’d been doing in there. Ethan had handled it for me after opening the door just enough so he could step outside and speak to my father. He’d made some lame excuse about me being emotionally overwhelmed, and when they walked away, I’d escaped to the suite where he’d put my luggage to lie down for a nap.

Between my fear of getting caught again and Ethan’s anger, the decision had been simple. I couldn’t stay at my father’s home for more than a few days. The next morning, I explained it to him—as beautiful as his home was and as much as I wanted to get to know him, I needed space for myself. The plan was for me to enjoy the weekend with him and Lola before moving in with my friend.

My father wanted to spend as much time with me as possible, and I was starting to realize he wasn’t quite the monster I’d built him up to be in my head. He kept me busy all day Saturday and other than a quick text to Ethan to let him know that I’d told my father I was moving on Monday, I didn’t have a chance to talk to him. I’d forgotten my phone in my room before we’d left the house after breakfast and we hadn’t made it back until almost two o’clock in the morning. By then, I’d been exhausted and had fallen asleep the moment I’d fallen into bed.

When I finally woke up, it was almost noon. I frantically reached for my phone and found ten missed calls and a dozen text messages—all from Ethan. I didn’t take the time to read them or listen to the voicemails he’d left, calling him instead. As the line rang on the other end, there was a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I called out.

The door opened and the ringing sound was in stereo, coming through my phone and from across the room where Ethan stood. I hit the red button to disconnect the call and leapt from my bed.

“I’m so sorry,” I cried out as I rushed towards Ethan.

“You damn well better be,” he grumbled, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing tightly. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”

“Never,” I promised.

He released me, took a step backwards, turned, and locked the door. “The only reason I’m able to be semi-rational right now is because you’re going to be in our home come Monday morning.”

I gulped at the heat burning in his eyes and trembled when his hand moved to his belt and unbuckled it.

“Forty-one hours,” he growled. “That’s how long I went without seeing you. Without hearing your voice. Without knowing if you were okay.”

“I’m so so sorry,” I apologized again, hating the pain I heard in his voice.

“I know you are. That’s why I’m going to let you show me exactly how sorry you are.”

I shivered at the sensual threat in his tone. He slid his zipper down, pulling out his dick and fisting the hard length. “Come here.”

I moved forward, instinctively dropping to my knees directly in front of him. I’d never done this before, but I wanted to give Ethan whatever he needed. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tilted my head up. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, running the tip of his dick over my lips.

I opened my mouth and licked my lips, my tongue darting out to flick at the the drop of pre-come glistening at the tip. The salty smell of him filled my senses, and my tongue coated him with saliva.

“Suck me, Lilah,” he groaned.

I sucked him into my mouth, making him moan. I swallowed reflexively, and his fingers clenched my scalp. He released another moan of pleasure, igniting my confidence. He rocked back, and my tongue slid along the underside of his shaft until only the head of his dick was between my lips. Then I licked along his length, swirling my tongue round and round. My eyes drifted shut, and he pulled away from me.

“Look at me, baby girl. I want to see your eyes while your lips are wrapped around my cock,” Ethan commanded. My eyes popped open, and I tilted my head up to make eye contact with him through my long lashes. “That’s it, Lilah.”

Then his hardness was at my lips again, sliding between them to dip into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I circled my tongue around the head of his dick on each upsweep. It didn’t take long before I felt him tense up.

“Pull off, Lilah. Before I come down your throat,” he warned.

It only made me suck harder, determination filling me. He groaned when he found release, his fingers clenched against my scalp as his hard shaft throbbed in my mouth. Spurt after spurt of semen shot into my mouth and down my throat.

“Holy fuck, baby girl,” he rasped. “That was amazing.”

He pulled out of my mouth, tucked his dick into his pants, and zipped them back up. Then he crouched down and helped me to my feet, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip. “Your lips are puffy and swollen, just like they get when I kiss you.”

He bent his head to do just that, but we were interrupted by yet another untimely knock on the door, followed by my father’s voice calling my name.

“Seriously?” I hissed softly. “Does he have a radar or something?”

“Go on,” he told me softly. “I’ll slip out of here after you leave and meet you guys in the kitchen in a minute.”

“Coming!” I shouted, dashing into the bathroom first to quickly swish some mouthwash before leaving the room. “Or I would have been if you didn’t have such horrible timing,” I grumbled to myself as I reached for the door knob.

Ethan was across the room, leaning against the wall, grinning. I scowled at his amusement, which only made his smile widen. Then he winked and mouthed, “Later.” The thought bolstered my spirits and I opened the door, walking out of my bedroom with a spring in my step.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Lola trilled when I walked into the kitchen. She peeked her head out of the fridge. “How does French toast sound for breakfast? Ethan’s around here somewhere and it’s one of his favorites.”

“Don’t let her fool you,” my father said from where he was sitting at the kitchen counter. “It’s one of her favorites, too.” The look on his face while he watched Lola reminded me of how Ethan stared at me.

I moved to sit down next to him. “Sure, that works for me.”

“What works for you?” Ethan asked as he walked in, shoving his phone into his pocket.

“French toast,” Lola answered.

“Where did you get off to?” My father pinned Ethan with a suspicious look that made me squirm in my seat.

“Sorry about that. Phone call.”

He seemed mollified by Ethan’s answer, and I sighed in relief.

“Lola mentioned that Lilah is moving in with her friend tomorrow morning.”

“Unfortunately, yes,” my father grumbled. “We’ve tried talking some sense into her, but she refuses to listen to reason.”

“Don’t you usually have a big staff meeting first thing on Monday mornings?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah, but I’m going to move it.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I protested. “I’ll be perfectly fine. There’s no need for you to miss an important meeting because of me.”

“What kind of a father would I be if I let my little girl move without help?”

“Why don’t I step in and give her a hand?” Ethan offered, the sly devil.

“No, it’s kind of you to offer, but she’s my daughter and I want to do it.”

“Samuel,” Lola chided. “It’s the logical choice, and aren’t you the one always telling me to be more reasonable?”

“Fine,” he huffed. “But I want her to check in with me once you’re there.”

“Sure, Samuel. Whatever you want,” Ethan agreed.

“What I want is for my little girl to live under my roof. I missed the first eighteen years of her life, already. I don’t want to miss anything else.” He turned to me with a soft expression. “I’ve pictured you in every stage of childhood throughout your life. But, you’ve never really grown up in my mind. I know you’re technically an adult, sweetheart, but you’ve only just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, and then losing your mom…I—I can’t help wanting to take care of you.”

I felt guilty. Horribly guilty. So much so that my stomach started turning. Then the scent of the bacon Lola was cooking wafted towards me, and the turning changed to full out rolling. And nausea. I tried to breathe through my mouth instead of my nose, but it didn’t do any good. Bile crept up my throat and I leapt out of my chair to run towards the bathroom.

I barely made it in time, dropping to my knees and flipping the toilet seat open to puke my guts up. As if that wasn’t bad enough, everyone had followed me. Lola made soothing sounds as she pulled my hair out of the way and patted my back. My father grumbled about me not moving when I needed to see a doctor immediately. Only Ethan remained silent. But he didn’t need to say anything because his eyes did all his speaking for him. They burned with triumph when his gaze dropped to my belly. It looked like he might just have accomplished what he’d set out to do—knocking up his best friend’s daughter.