Chapter 13

Grant

Holy fuck. Crissy’s tongue was magic. Here I was at the home of my best friend and my cock was shoved between his daughter’s lips. I couldn’t believe my luck, but my eyes kept flickering toward the house. I kept peering through the small window of the door, making sure no one was looking or actively searching for either of us. The idea of having to keep all this a secret while muffling my sounds was too much for me to bear. I felt my balls pulling deep into my body, threatening to spray cum all down Crissy’s throat.

I wanted to make it last as long as possible, but every time her tongue wrapped around my throbbing cock head, I had to bite back a groan. I felt her nose nuzzling into my curls as her mouth smiled around my dick. I laid my head against the door, my legs locking up just as my body threw me over the fucking edge. I stilled my hips, slicing her throat in two with my raging dick as my cock throbbed against her cheeks.

Her cheeks hollowed out, pulling thick streams of come from my dick that she was all too eager to swallow. Her fingernails were like ice against my skin, scraping at me as if she were clinging on for dear life. I looked down at her and watched those swollen lips work for my pleasure, and for a split second, I thought my knees would collapse. Her tits looked so beautiful pressed against my legs, but it was her beautifully innocent stare that drove me absolutely wild.

She swallowed every drop I offered, and my body still quivered as she cleaned my cock with her tongue. Her hands slid back around to my thighs, running up them both as she slowly stood to her feet. My dick growing limp, its energy stolen by the lips of the beautiful young woman rising up into my vision. She slid herself between my body and the door, a devilish grin apparent on her flushed cheeks.

“We still need to talk,” I said breathlessly. “You haven’t gotten out of that.”

“I understand,” she said.

“I’d love to do it now, but I’ve been gone too long. We’ll talk Monday, all right?”

“Sounds good to me,” she said.

I pulled my pants back up and tucked myself in before she swung the door open. She looked back at me, blowing me a small kiss with those pouty lips. I wanted to take her lower lip between my teeth and chew on it until she cried out for me. I wanted to run my hands up and down those supple curves, my fingertips sinking into the thickness of her body.

But I had to go find Alex. If I didn’t find my way back to the house soon, he would grow suspicious.

Crissy dove into the water as I walked from the guest house. No one had wandered outside yet looking for either of us, so I simply slipped back in through the sliding glass door. There was a bottle of scotch as well as two crystal glasses sitting on the kitchen table, so I called out into the house to see if I could locate Alex.

“There’s a wonderful bottle of scotch on the table,” I called out. “I wonder who that could be for?”

“About damn time you resurfaced,” he said. “I was wondering where you went.”

“Sorry. I got to talking with Crissy about her first week.”

“I peeked out back but didn’t see you guys there,” he said. “Did she try to get into the liquor cabinet in the guest house or something?”

“Or something,” I said.

“Well, if she’s trying to get you into trouble here, I can only imagine the type of trouble she’s causing at work,” he said as he poured us both a glass of scotch.

“It’s been a challenge, as I’m sure we both assumed it would be. But it seems like things are finally getting on track. You know, she’s got some decent ideas.”

“Really?” he asked.

“You seemed shocked,” I said.

“I don’t know. I just never really saw Crissy as the business kind of person. I figured she was sailing through college on extra credit or something.”

I had no idea what that statement was supposed to mean, and I decided not to press it. If I wanted to get to know Crissy a bit better, then part of that meant analyzing her home situation. A young woman like Crissy didn’t turn out the way she did all by herself. She had help getting there.

And the more I knew about that “help,” the more I would know how to truly help her.

Whatever that meant.

“Well, she’s pretty knowledgeable,” I said. “A little hard of hearing when it comes to details, but at the very least, she’s got the same information and facts rolling around in her head as our junior executives.”

“No shit?” he asked. “Crissy? Man, that’s wonderful.”

I watched him drink his scotch, and I slowly began to see Alex in a different light. There had never been a part of me that doubted his capabilities as a father. Hell, I was the last one to judge that, seeing as I had no kids myself. But I did grow up with wonderful parents. Supportive parents who took a liking to the things I enjoyed and followed my college career. Parents who cheered me on and, at the very least, had conversations with me and gave me chances to defend myself if they didn’t side with my decisions.

Alex just seemed a bit…tuned out.

And that could be why Crissy reacted the way she did all the time. In her mind, bad attention was better than no attention, especially when she wasn’t getting it from her own father.

Either way, I didn’t want to get deeper into the conversation about his daughter than I had to. After all, I’d just stuffed my cock down her throat, and he didn’t need to know that little detail. He didn’t need to know how much I lusted after his daughter. Nor did I need to deal with the hard-on that came with thinking about it.

Which was why I was so relieved when he changed the subject back to work, despite the fact that he was glossing over his own damn daughter.

“So, question: What will you be doing with all these junior executives’ proposals?” Alex asked.

“I have to review some of these revenue streams a bit further, but I think most of them will be good. There’s a massive morning meeting Monday to finalize some things on this potential acquisition, as well as discussions over a fund that has seen a significant amount of growth over this last quarter. I need to make sure I—”

“Mitigate expectations,” he said. “Been there, done that. If you want my opinion, I say go for it. If you can get those old fucks to give you more money to acquire Tike Oils, then snatch it up before someone else does. It might be the key you’re looking for to expanding into the Midwest.”

“That’s exactly why I was looking at it,” I said. “See, I knew there was a reason you owned this company at one point.” I grinned.

“Ha, ha. I see what you did there. Dick.”

“Bastard,” I said.

“Lonely ass cock,” he said.

Not anymore.

We talked shop for a little while longer before Mel offered to have me stay for lunch. The last thing I needed to be doing was hanging out around Crissy dripping wet in a bikini while her father was around, so I passed before I gave them both hugs. I headed for my car without saying good-bye to Crissy, and the entire ride home was filled with thoughts of her. How her mouth felt around my cock. How her pussy felt dripping down my balls. How her silk tasted on my tongue. How her body seemed to yearn for the domination I could give her. There was something in the way her body had writhed on my desk, the way her legs had trembled before they’d clenched up tight.

Her ass had jiggled so well for me, I honestly thought about popping that little ass cherry of hers.

I knew she still had it. Men in college didn’t go for that kind of shit. They wanted the “one and done” scenario, without any care as to the exploration they could do. They only cared about one hole—two if they were opportunists. I knew Crissy’s ass was still virginal, and my cock raged to life at the thought as I pulled into the driveway of my home.

I wanted to turn my fucking car around and go back. I wanted to rip that dinky little bikini off her body and let her curves spill out over my skin. I wanted to bury my throbbing cock back in her body and paint her with my cum. I needed her, craved her. My mouth was salivating as I stared at the towering mansion I called home, but now it just seemed too empty. All the surfaces and walls I owned, and Crissy was up against none of them. I had jet tubs in every fucking bathroom in that house, yet Crissy wasn’t here to slip in naked with me just so I could massage those glorious tits of hers.

I shook my head, trying to cast her out of my mind as I opened the car door. What the fuck was I thinking, getting lost in her like that? I missed her already. I wanted her by my side, trembling as she choked out my name. I had no idea if I could actually wait until Monday to see her again, but even if we continued whatever the fuck this was, how would it work? This surely wasn’t something we could actually make permanent, so what was I really giving her? I was supposed to be her mentor, steering her down the road to a better life. I was supposed to be guiding her, not plowing into her.

But as I walked up to the front door of my home, my stomach began to churn with delight. The unknown was sensual. It called to me, like the luscious crack of Crissy’s ass. It taunted me with its risk while ripping away all the plans I’d ever had for this internship. My mind raced around the repercussions, but my cock was throbbing with adrenaline, and as I pushed myself into my home, I took in a deep, ragged breath.

This young woman was going to be the death of me, and the thought brought a smile to my face.