Chapter Eight
Nick
She’s still lying naked in my bed when there's a knock at the door the next morning.
I frown, because I'm not expecting the kids for quite a while yet, or anyone else for that matter. I kind of had plans that involved spending most of the day in bed and in Anna. The idea of changing those plans doesn’t thrill me.
I throw on a pair of shorts and stalk to the door. I probably should’ve looked through the peephole to see who it was before yanking it open, but I’ll remember that for next time.
“Hey,” I say, my heart skipping a beat. “Dan.”
Well, this is awkward. Dan stands on my doorstep, looking concerned. My heart pounds, because he has to be here about Anna.
“Hey, Nick,” he says, running his hand through his thick, sandy hair. “Is my daughter here, by chance? She’s not at home.”
Shit. How do I handle this? I rub the back of my neck and nod, while also trying to think up an excuse as to why she’s here that isn't going to land me in hospital with a broken nose.
“Anna. Yeah, she was looking after the kids while I went to work. She was asleep on the couch when I got home, and I didn’t want to wake her. I remembered her saying you were out, so I just left her to sleep.” I swallow and force a smile, hoping to God it’s looks natural. “She’s in the shower now. You're welcome to come in and wait.”
I brace myself for his response, praying that he turns me down. God help me if he says yes. He laughs and steps forward to pat me on the back.
“Nah, it’s cool,” he grins. “I trust you with my daughter, Nick. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” He pats me on the arm and walks off, before turning around to call out to me. “Can you just let her know that I'm going golfing with Mandy? I’ll be home later.”
“Sure.” I grin. “No worries. I’ll pass that on.”
I close the door, a crushing feeling in my chest that I can only attribute to guilt. I feel absolutely terrible lying to my best friend like that, especially when he said he trusts me. Obviously, he shouldn’t. I groan inwardly. What the fuck am I doing?
Anna wanders out of my room, wearing nothing but one of my oversized shirts. My heart pounds, because thank fucking Christ she wasn’t five seconds earlier coming out of that room. I could just imagine explaining that one to him.
“Who was that?” she asks. She smiles at me with her sleepy eyes and her tousled hair. My cock tingles because I just want to jump her. Then I remember her question and my erection quickly deflates.
“Your dad,” I reply, flatly. “He was looking for you.” I sit down on the couch and rub my head. Her eyes widen as she sits down next to me.
“What did you tell him?” she gasps.
“Nothing,” I shrug. “I said you fell asleep on my couch and I didn’t want to wake you.” She looks so anxious that I reach for her hand to reassure her that it’s okay. “He doesn’t know anything. I think he was just worried about you, but that was way too close.” I hesitate and focus on her. “We really need to think this through, Anna. Decide whether this is something that we both want. And if it is, we have to do it right. We can't risk getting caught like that again. It's not fair to either of us.”
She nods and looks at me with her sultry blue eyes that make my cock twitch. I’m resisting the urge to take back possession of my shirt and fuck the hell out of her, because, god, she looks hot.
“I agree that we need to be careful, but I don't want to stop this,” she says with a frown. I take her hand and pull her onto my lap, giving up on fighting the urge to touch her.
“Neither do I,” I mutter.
Fuck Dan and everything else. I can’t think of anything , other than feeling my cock slide inside her pussy, but she’s still hesitant to let my dick anywhere near that. I’ve pretended that I haven't noticed, but I have, and I'm sure it’s because of the rumors. Maybe she’s scared she can't handle me, or that I won’t fit in. Either way, as much as I want her, I don't want to rush her. The last thing I want is to scare her off. For now, I'm happy just making sure that she’s happy, and the best way I knew how to do that is with my tongue.
“Again?” she says, her eyes wide when I flip her onto the couch and move down onto the floor.
I chuckle as I spread her legs a little wider, that familiar mouthwatering scent hitting me again. I lean forward and lick, while she gasps and clenches her thighs together.
“What? I happen to love your pussy,” I say, grinning up at her. “You’re not complaining, are you?” She shakes her head viciously and groans as I bury my face between her thighs again.
“A guy that wants to go down on me every five seconds?” she giggles “I should call the police.”
Smirking, I lick along her entrance before she finishes her sentence, making her jump. I rest my elbows on the inside of her thighs to keep them nice and spread for me. She groans as my tongue slides into her. I suck on her clit, then ease a finger inside her wet pussy. Her legs tense, but I keep them open. Her fingers rake through my hair, clutching onto it as I eat her out. I look up at her and smile because there is nothing sexier than her watching me while I lick her pussy.
“Holy fuck,” she breathes, her eyebrows lifting. “That feels… I can't even…”
I grin, my tongue circling around her clit, exploring every part of her pussy. Her breathing gets heavier, and her movements become more erratic. I sense that she's close, so I focus on that clit and suck the hell out of it. Finally, she comes. Her back arches as she pushes my face against her wetness. I gasp because I can barely breathe, but if I have to die right now, death by pussy is a more than adequate way to go.
Gasping, she lets go of my hair and pushes me away, leaving both of us trying to catch our breath. I sit back up and wipe my mouth, grinning like an idiot while she struggles to get over the fact that she came on my tongue. Finally, she curls up in my arms and smiles up at me. I tilt her face up to mine, kissing her gently on the mouth. She climbs on top of me, straddling me, rocking herself against my erection.
“I love the way you look at me,” she murmurs.
“You’re pretty amazing to look at.” I shrug as if it were all on her.
She sits back and studies me for a moment, then slides the shirt she’s wearing—my shirt—over her head. I let out a growl and run my hands over her naked curves. I lean forward and kiss her body, letting my mouth find its way to her breasts. I flick her nipple with my tongue, sucking at it hard. She cries out and runs her hands through my hair, while I wonder if I can make her come again.
“Wait,” she whispers, lifting my face to hers. She grins and lowers herself to the floor, positioning herself between my legs. “I hope you don’t mind me doing this,” she says.
God, those eyes, and the way she’s looking at me…
She grabs hold of my boxer shorts and carefully reaches inside. She gasps as my cock springs out, hard and ready to go. When she wraps her delicate hands around me, I groan, doing everything I can not to explode right then and there. I don't miss the way her eyes widen when she sees the size of me, nor do I miss the way she’s trying to loosen her jaw. I swallow a chuckle, because she looks so damn cute, rotating her extender muscle like that.
I sit back and exhale as she runs her hands down my shaft. It takes both of her petite hands to stretch around my girth, but with determination and persistence, she manages it. I watch as she lowers her mouth over my tip and begins to suck.
Holy fucking lord.
I grip hold of her golden hair, using all my strength not to ram myself deeper down her throat. Her eyes shine as she sucks, her blood red lips sliding up and down my cock. Just when I think this can’t get any better, she takes more of me. I'm amazed at how much of me she can fit in that perceptively small mouth. This girl would kill it in a hotdog eating contest.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Her fingers grip the base of my cock as blood pumps through it. I groan, my body tensing, a surefire sign that I’m close. Then, with a growl, I release, shooting my load into her mouth. Her eyes widen, but she manages to swallow while impressively continuing to suck. She drags her mouth over my length until I physically push her away.
“That was incredible,” I sigh. I lift her back up into my lap and shake my head. I’m speechless. She smiles shyly as I cup her face and press my lips onto hers.
“And on that note, I should probably go,” She winces. “Just in case Dad comes back and I’m not there.” I nod, not wanting her to leave but understanding why she has to.
She disappears back into the bedroom to get dressed, while I fix myself up. Then I walk her out, stopping just before we reach the door, so I can kiss her. I run my hands through her hair and lean forward, pressing my lips against hers.
As I watch her disappear down my path, I glance at the time and curse. I had planned on leaving Anna to watch the kids while I did some work, but of course, I got distracted. She was forever distracting me, and my work was beginning to suffer. Instead of doing what I needed to be doing, I was doing things to her. I love spending time with her, but I have to figure out how to find time for both, or everyone is going to suffer.