Blind Date: Single Dad-Baby Romance

by Victoria Snow

  “How about you two?” Rick put his arm around Angela.

  I looked at Ellie. “A walk?”

  She nodded. “It’s a pretty night for it.”

  We headed to the beach and started walking together, but it wasn’t long before Rick and Angela had fallen behind.

  “They should get a room.” Ellie looked back to where Angela and Rick were kissing like maniacs, his hand squeezing her ass as she ground her pelvis against his. She turned to me. “He seems nice.”

  I understood that she was needing reassurance that Rick wouldn’t hurt her friend. I nodded. “He is.”

  She started walking again, and I joined her, keeping in step.

  Finally, she said, “Thank you for agreeing to go on this date. It’s embarrassing to have to be set up, but I’m glad it was you.”

  “I’ve enjoyed the night. I’m not sure why you have to be set up though.”

  She stopped at looked at me with scrutinizing eyes.

  “What?”

  “I’m trying to decide if you’re being sincere.”

  I shook my head. “Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  She looked down and then out over the water. The light wind blew her dark hair away from her face, showing off those lovely eyes and full lips.

  When I realized she hadn’t answered, I asked again. “Why do you think I’d be insincere?”

  She gave a soft laugh. “I’m not a woman men gravitate to.”

  “Bullshit.”

  She jerked and looked at me.

  “I’m a man, and I’m gravitating to you.” I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t understand how she’d think she wasn’t appealing to men.

  She smirked and turned back to the water. “I’ve been your neighbor for nearly two weeks and you haven’t noticed.”

  “Bullshit again. I did notice. I told you so when we were introduced tonight.” If only she knew how much I noticed and how much cum I’d had to wash off my shower wall after fantasizing about her.

  “You know what I mean.”

  I took a breath and joined her in looking over the water. There was something about the ocean that was lulling and quieting. I couldn’t blame my daughter for wanting to be a mermaid when she grew up.

  As I watched the waves lap at the shore, I knew I should keep the thoughts I was having about Ellie to myself. After all, I couldn’t get involved with this woman, even as my body begged to know her.

  “I’m sure Angela told you about my…situation.”

  “Huh?” I was reminded how little I understood about women and the way they talked in code.

  “That I’ve never…you know…”

  “I don’t know.” What the hell was she talking about?

  “Been with a man.”

  My brain exploded with colliding thoughts. First, there was no way a man had never touched her. What was wrong with the men in Illinois? And then my brain joined my body thinking how fine and tight fucking a virgin would be. Finally, I thought about how I really couldn’t touch her because a woman who waited this long to have sex must be saving herself for someone important, and that would never, ever be me.

  Somehow, I found my voice. “Is that what tonight is about? You want to lose your virginity?” Even as it came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I was saying it. That I was thinking of helping her with it.

  “Not specifically.”

  “What does that mean?” Why couldn’t women be more direct?

  “It means that I’m open to the opportunity but I’m not going to be with just anyone.”

  “I see.” But I didn’t. “Why haven’t you done it before? You can’t tell me you haven’t had opportunities.”

  Her eyes were soft and sweet as she looked at me, as if I’d said something that made her feel good. “I’ve had opportunities, but I didn’t feel it, you know?”

  “You didn’t like the guy or feel turned on?” This I did understand. It didn’t take much for a man to get it up and get it on. Women seemed to need a little bit more.

  She nodded. At least she had some sort of standard. She hadn’t had sex just to get it out of the way but wanted it with someone who she was attracted to.

  “So, you’re not waiting for ‘the one’?”

  She snorted, and then looked horrified at having snorted. It was adorable. “No. It’s not for any moral or religious reason.”

  I inhaled a deep breath and tried to talk myself out of my next question, knowing I was going to fail. “What about me?”

  A slight blush came to her cheeks, giving me my answer. Still, I wanted to hear it.

  “I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity if that’s what you’re asking.”

  My cock, which was already semi-hard, sprang to full attention.

  “But, you don’t have to just because you feel sorry for me or because you’re friend set you up. I’m sure I’m not your type.”

  “You need to get a better grip on your sex appeal, Ellie.” Taking a chance, I stepped closer to her. I took her hand and pressed it against my groin. Heat flared in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.

  “See, you’re my type.” I leaned closer. “Guess who has been featuring in my jerk off sessions since you moved in?”

  Her breath hitched. “Me?”

  “That’s right. And fuck yeah, I’d be happy to help you turn in your V-card, but there’s one thing you need to know about me.”

  She swallowed and her eyes were wide like she was a little dazed.

  “I’m not a man who has relationships. We can be friends and fuck, but I can’t offer you more. You need to know that up front.”

  She nodded. “I understand.”

  I stared at her. “Is that ‘I understand so, no, I won’t lose my virginity with you’ or is it ‘I understand, fuck me’?”

  She swallowed hard again. “Fuck me.”

  Chapter 3

  Ellie

  Fuck me. Did I say that? Am I going to do it? While I am a virgin, I never thought of myself as a prude. With that said, I’d always thought that sort of language was a bit vulgar, reserved for porn movies. I was beginning to think I was wrong because when Will said it, a thrill ran through my body and my panties got damp. And when I said it, I felt strangely empowered.

  Angela and Rick disappeared, and I supposed they were off doing their own fucking. I guessed they thought I’d be alright with Will. So, now I was sitting next to Will in his SUV as we drove back to the condo complex.

  “You okay?” he asked with a quick glance to me.

  I nodded, even though I was feeling nervous. “Yes. Just excited.”

  He flashed a grin that made my heart stop. “Is that excited meaning eager or excited meaning horny?”

  “Both, I guess.”

  He laughed and I pondered if casual sex would eventually become as easy for me as it was for him.

  When we got to the complex, he parked the car. “We should probably do this at your place. You’ll feel more comfortable there.”

  I nodded and wondered if I looked like a deer with my eyes caught in the headlights.

  We got out of the car and he took my hand. I found it comforting. I knew that this was just a hook up for him, but he seemed to understand the magnitude for me of what we were about to do.

  When we got to my apartment, my hands shook so much I had a hard time unlocking the door.

  He took the keys from me and leaned against the door frame. “Listen, if you’re not ready—”

  “I’m ready.”

  He studied me. “If at any time you want to stop, let me know.”

  I looked up into his bright blue eyes for the first time since telling him I wanted him to fuck me. “Won’t that be mean to you?”

  He gave me a sweet smile. “Disappointing, yes. Frustrating, yes. But mean, no. I’ll understand.”

  I nodded. I guessed he was okay with my answer because he used my key to unlock and open the door.

  “Do you have wine?” he asked as he let me enter in front o
f him. He might be in this for a quick hook up, but at least he had manners.

  “Yes. Would you like some?”

  “Sure. It might help relax you too.”

  That might have been true, but I also wanted to remember every moment of what we were about to do. I didn’t want the wine to fog up my first experience of sex.

  I went to the kitchen to get the wine and glasses. Once I’d poured them, I went to my living area but he wasn’t there. Had he left? Just my luck he’d change his mind. Of course, he would. He was a sexy, virile man who probably liked women who knew what they were doing in bed. Angela once told me men had a perverse interest in deflowering virgins, but maybe Will wasn’t like that.

  “Will?”

  “Back here.”

  His voice came from my bedroom, sending another hot flare through my body. I went to my room and found him standing at the foot of my bed.

  “I just wanted to know what we were going to be working with.”

  I quirked a brow. “Is it satisfactory?” It was a brand-new queen-sized bed.

  His smile was sexy. “It will be perfect. Large enough to really move around.”

  My mouth went dry.

  He took the wine glasses, pouring half of one into the other. He handed me the fuller one and drank the other in a gulp.

  I took a large swallow and waited for the mellow feeling. I decided I might have to drink the whole bottle to feel mellow because right now, all my neurons were firing. He set his glass on my dresser then took mine and did the same.

  He stepped closer, putting his hand on my waist. “How about we start with a kiss?”

  I nodded.

  He smiled and then leaned toward me. His lips were soft when they met mine. Wet heat flooded my center as his lips slid across mine. His kiss was gentle as his tongue urged my mouth to open. He tasted like wine and perfection, and I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping.

  “You like that?” he asked as he trailed kisses along my jaw.

  “Yes.” Then wanting to be a good hostess and lover, I asked. “Did you?”

  He chuckled against my neck. “Yes. I’ve wanted to kiss you practically since the first time I saw you.”

  “Really?” I found that hard to believe.

  “Really. I’m not just going to take your virginity, Ellie. I’m going to make you see how sexy you are.” His hands cupped my breasts, kneading them until they ached. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, oh, yes.”

  His lips captured mine again, as he undid the zipper of my dress. He pulled the straps from my shoulders and I shimmied out of the dress, hoping against hope he liked what he saw. His lips stayed on mine as his fingers deftly unclasped my bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

  “Let me look at you, Ellie.” He stood back and I had the urge to cover my breasts but found the courage to let him look. His eyes were hungry as he took in my breasts. He reached out, cupping a breast and rubbing his thumb over my nipple sending a whole new wave of sensation down between my legs. “You have fantastic tits.”

  Another word I’d always thought was vulgar, but in fact, right now, sounded erotic.

  He leaned in, putting his mouth on one nipple and sucking it.

  “Oh!” I gasped as pleasure radiated through my body. His other hand played with my other nipple, and holy cow, I thought I might have an orgasm just from that. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? I ached everywhere, but especially between my legs. This is what I’d been waiting for. For a man to make my need to be touched outweigh my nerves about being naked and vulnerable.

  He kept his mouth on me as he pushed my panties down. I stepped out of them and slipped off my sandals.

  He stepped back and inventoried my naked body with his gaze. “Fucking sexy.”

  The heat in his eyes seemed to match his words, even though I found it hard to believe.

  I pointed to him. “Aren’t you supposed to be naked too?”

  He gave me a wicked smile. “It works better that way.” He tugged his knit shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He pulled out his wallet, and took a condom out, tossing it on the bed. Then he stepped closer to me. “What next?”

  I had no idea. He was the teacher in this scenario. While I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, I knew what I wanted to do. I reached out and caressed his chest with my hands. It was warm and hard. I could feel his heart beating.

  “My cock is uncomfortable.” He took my hands bringing them down to his jeans.

  I undid the belt and button. I looked up into his eyes, feeling a bit unsure.

  “Free me, Ellie. Look what you do to me.”

  I swallowed hard and then pushed his pants and briefs down those strong legs. His erection sprang free and I gasped at the sight of it. It was long, thick, hard, and so beautiful that I wanted to drop to my knees and worship it. I ran a finger over it, watching it bob and twitch. Then a new wave of fear flooded me. Was I really going to have that inside my body?

  His hands gripped my arms and pulled me close, his erection poking me in the belly. “Remember, just tell me to stop if you want.”

  “I’m nervous, but I want this.”

  He nodded. “I’ll make it good for you, Ellie. Okay?”

  The sincerity in his eyes calmed my nerves. “Okay.”

  He gently moved me back and lowered me on my bed. He kissed me again as his hard, hot body pressed me into the mattress. “If there’s something you like, let me know.” He said as his hands slid down to my breasts, followed by his mouth.

  “I like that.”

  He sucked, nipped and kneaded one breast and then the other. “I love your tits, Ellie.”

  “My tits love what you’re doing.” I arched into him, letting my inhibitions go. If this was going to go well, I couldn’t let my nerves get in the way.

  He continued to play with my tits, as a hand slid down over my belly and through the small swatch of curls between my legs.

  “You’re wet, Ellie. Is that for me?”

  “Yes.” I arched again, wanting, no - needing his fingers to touch me there.

  His finger rubbed my most sensitive nub and electricity shot out through my body. “Have you ever come before?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you touch yourself, Ellie?”

  My hips started to rock against his hand as my pleasure grew. “Yes.”

  “What do you fantasize about when you touch yourself?”

  He slid a finger through my folds and found my entrance. My hips lifted, wanting him inside to satisfy the intense need.

  “You.”

  “Do I make you come?”

  “Yes. Oh…”

  “I’m going to make you come now, Ellie.” He slid one finger inside me. I’d had my toy inside me, but somehow, Will’s finger gave ten times the sensation. He withdrew his finger.

  “More. Will, please.”

  “Two fingers then,” he said and then he pushed inside me. “You’re so fucking hot and tight, Ellie. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

  I moaned as his fingers stroked inside me and his words heightened the eroticism.

  “Now,” I said. “I want it now.”

  “Come for me first.”

  I looked at him. “But I want—”

  “Come for me now, it will help when I fuck you. I’ll make sure you come again.”

  “Twice?” I’d heard that it was possible, but multiple orgasms weren’t the norm, were they? And could it happen on the first time? I wasn’t able to question him when he plunged his fingers inside me again, and he sucked my tit into his mouth, because all thought vanished, replaced by the most delicious sensation. “Oh …yes…yes…”

  His fingers pumped in and out as his mouth worked my nipples and then I felt a pressure on my nub and explosions went off in my brain and my whole body convulsed. “Oh, God…”

  His hands and lips continued to work me until he wrung every bit of orgasm out of me.

  I was breathing hard as I lay there having had
my first orgasm from a man. I was technically still a virgin, but that would change soon. And if his touching me was this good, I could only imagine what intercourse would feel like. I was beginning to understand why Angela couldn’t shut up about sex with Rick.

  Will rolled off me and put on the condom. It seemed to me that I should be touching him and not be a passive participant. But when I reached for him, he shook his head.

  “No time for that. You’re so fucking sexy, I need to be in you. Now.” But he didn’t move to put himself inside me. He studied me for a moment and I realized he was making sure I was okay with it.

  I opened my legs wider and felt his erection slide against my folds, sending new sizzles of sensation through my body.

  He gripped his erection and rubbed it over me again and then kissed me. “We’ll do this slow, okay?”

  I nodded even though all I could think about was having him deep inside me.

  He pushed against my opening and my breath caught at how fantastic it felt.

  “Yes…more.”

  He gritted his teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I ran my hands down his back and gripped his ass. “Please. More, Will.”

  He pushed in further and the full feeling of him inside me was amazing. He withdrew and I was about to complain but then he pushed in again, this time a little deeper. He did it again, and this time, I felt a little sting, and I gasped.

  “You okay, Ellie?”

  I could hear the strain of maintaining control in his voice.

  “Yes. Please just fuck me.”

  “Ah, fuck.” He withdrew and then plunged in until he filled me.

  I cried out.

  He stilled. “You okay?”

  “Yes…I just…” My hips moved against him, as my insides needed more friction.

  He laughed. “I’ll take care of you.” He levered over me, and his body began to move in and out in long strokes. “Your pussy is so tight, Ellie. It feels so fucking good.”

  With each stroke, the friction built until I felt myself teetering on the edge again. “Will….”

  “Fuck, I’m going to come. Tell me you’re coming too.”

  I nodded. “So close…”

  He reached between our bodies. “Your clit is hard, Ellie. Come for me.” He rubbed it, and again, he sent me soaring as my body grabbed and squeezed his and bliss washed through me.