First Love: A Single Dad Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I’ll get someone to pass the address on to you,” he replied, seeming a little surprised by how quickly I acquiesced to this. But then he must have been used to women taking this kind of route with him. He was…he was the whole package, after all. Who wouldn’t have said yes given the chance?

  “I’ll see you later,” I flashed him a smile, still not quite able to believe that I was doing this. I got to my feet, and for a moment I was tempted to lean over the desk, to touch him, to inhale the scent of him one last time. But I knew I had to play it safe while we were at work.

  “See you soon,” he replied, and I turned around and made extra-sure to swing my hips as I headed back down to the department downstairs. As soon as I was outside and the door was shut, I couldn’t help but shake my head to myself. I had never acted such a vixen in my life, never been drawn to someone the way I was to him – and suddenly, it struck me that that might have been what Freda was warning me about earlier.

  Chapter Two

  Okay. Okay. I could do this.

  I stood outside his beautiful apartment building, and wondered once more what the hell I was doing here. This wasn’t me – I’d hardly had the chance to have fun, casual sex before, dating one guy through high school and then one more through college. I had had sex plenty of times before, but I’d never really craved it the way I was craving it at that moment. I had spent the evening getting myself ready and looking at pictures of him online, tracing the outline of his body with my eyes the way he had done to me earlier in the day. Was I really doing this? Was it a good idea?

  I took a deep breath, inhaling a lungful of the cool evening air, and checked my watch again. I was there in plenty of time, never having been even remotely close to late in my life, and now that I was here the butterflies in my stomach were getting so intense I needed a minute to calm them down. But, despite my nerves, I was so excited to get up there and see what came of the rest of tonight. I just… there was something about it. I knew this was inappropriate, that I’d have scolded a girlfriend for doing what I was right now, but I needed to play things a little reckless for a change. With Matt, I had been so careful, trying to keep everything in line and not do one little thing that might land me in even the slightest hint of trouble, and that had blown right up in my face despite my best efforts. So why not see what came of being a little deviant once in a while? I felt seductive and reckless and hot as hell, dressed in a short black dress that I had picked up for mine and Matt’s would-be anniversary. Now, all I wanted was for Nathan to rip it off of me.

  I giggled to myself at the thought, and then figured that I was starting to look a little suspicious hanging out outside this apartment for so long. Taking a deep breath, I headed in, and pressed the buzzer to Nathan’s apartment. A few moments later, the intercom crackled to life.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, it’s Nia,” I greeted him, and realized all at once that I hadn’t told him my name before now. Maybe I should have played it more anonymous. The thought bubbled something to life in my stomach, the thought of hooking up with this guy without so much as giving him a name exciting a part of me I had never noticed before.

  “Come on up,” he replied, that easy drawl fluttering around and around in my head. I grinned and danced from foot to foot as I waited for the elevator to get there and then climbed inside. I was so ready for this.

  The elevator opened, to my surprise, straight on to his apartment, and my jaw dropped as I looked around the place. Imagine that office of his, except twice as expensive and spread out over a sprawling, gorgeous space lit with giant picture windows that looked down on to the city. A few sculptures were scattered here and there, giving the place some character, but he was nowhere to be found.

  “You’re here,” A voice remarked, coming from behind me, and I turned around to find him with a drink in hand making his way over to me. He was in a shirt and jeans, dressed-down but still distinctly gorgeous. There was scotch in his glass and a smile on his face as he looked me up and down, and my heart flipped in my chest once more. Holy shit. This was happening. And, more importantly, there was no way in hell that I wanted to back out now.

  “Do you do this a lot?” I breathed, and he shrugged.

  “Will it change your mind if I give you an answer you don’t like?” He pointed out. He was right. I was here now and nothing was going to convince me to back out of this. It was…it was too much, too good, too tempting. I looked at the glass in his hand, but I knew that I was already tipsy enough on desire for him to need anything resembling a drink.

  “No,” I conceded, and realized my voice had dropped to some sultry tone that I had never heard out of my mouth before. But then, I didn’t make much of a habit of stuff like this, hooking up with near-strangers who I also happened to be working for. He put his drink down, tracing his fingers briefly around the rim before turning his attention back to me. I shivered. I could already imagine how those fingers would feel against my skin, and he seemed to be playing on that, playing on the way that I was looking at him right now.

  “This stays between us,” he took a step towards me, his eyes drifting down to my mouth like they had done back in the office. “Nobody hears anything about this, alright?”

  “Works for me,” I agreed at once. “The last thing I need is anyone thinking I’m hooking up with the boss for favours.”

  “Agreed,” he reached up, and traced his thumb over my mouth for a split second, so fast that I could almost convince myself it hadn’t quite happened the way I thought it did. I closed my eyes. I felt drunk on him already.

  “I don’t normally do stuff like this,” I burbled, knowing it was irrelevant but not able to stop myself. I just needed him to know me, in some way, before this happened. He grinned.

  “But you want to do this?”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I confessed.

  “Tell me,” he ordered, voice firm. I blinked at him.

  “Huh?”

  “Tell me you want this.”

  “I…” I trailed off. I had never much been one to give myself a voice when it came to sex, and I was surprised he was giving me one. “I want this.”

  “Certain?” He looked me dead in the eyes, so close that the rich, sweet scent of his aftershave was swirling around me, enclosing me in this bubble that only contained the two of us. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, didn’t want to.

  “Deadly,” I replied at last, my voice so low it had almost dropped to a complete whisper. He reached out and trailed his fingers down the side of my waist. And then he leaned in and planted his lips against mine.

  As soon as our mouths touched, any last doubts that I might have had about this vanished from my mind. I didn’t care if it was just this once, if he was my boss, if this was a bad idea – for the first time in a long time I wasn’t focused on anything but the moment unfurling in front of me and it felt so damn good to forget for a while. I wrapped my arms around him and he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I found him tasting of scotch and skin and something sharp and startling and new. I couldn’t get enough of it. He pulled me sharply against him, and I found him already growing hard as I pressed my body to his.

  I couldn’t get over the fact that this was actually happening. I never did shit like this, but maybe that had been my problem. Maybe, now that the path I had been so sure was going to work for me had failed, I should start from scratch and see what doing something a little different my do for me. Or doing someone a little different.

  “God, you feel good,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss up my neck and to my ear. His breath was warm and bright on my skin, pushing me out of reality once and for all. Nothing mattered but this moment, but this feeling, but how good he felt up against me. He ran his hand up my back, tugging my hair back slightly and making me wince with pain and pleasure. He pulled back an inch and looked into my eyes, and a small grin flickered across his face. He liked this. He loved it. It was what he was good at.

  He kissed me
again, this time backing me towards a counter behind us; he hitched me up on to it and a clatter of glasses startled me slightly; this was the bar, the place he’d gotten his scotch from, I assumed. He parted my legs and stepped between them, hands on the small of my back as he pulled me towards him a little roughly. I hooked my ankles around his back, kissing him back, revelling in this, needing it.

  I felt his hand work it’s way up my bare leg – I had gone without hose even despite the cold weather, and it had been the right choice. I was sure of that now I could feel his fingers tracing my bare skin, pushing up the hem of my dress, exposing me as he traced around the outside of my thigh. I was wearing a pair of simple black cotton panties and I suddenly felt a pang of worry, thinking about all the women he’d likely had trussed up in the most perfect lingerie I could imagine. But, as he hooked his fingers around my panties and gripped tightly, those thoughts were pushed from my head. No, he wanted me like this. Maybe he even preferred me this way.

  He shifted away from he and yanked my panties down in one swift motion, leaving me bare from the waist down. I squirmed on the countertop as he tossed the panties aside, leaned back, and looked at me – Matt had always been one-and-done, not much waiting to admire me or enjoy me beyond just putting his dick in me and getting it over with. Feeling Nathan’s eyes on me got something deep within me heated, knowing that he wanted me so clearly and without restraint. He slowly let his gaze trace every part of me, from top to bottom, until our eyes finally met once more. His eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, were darker than they had been the first time I’d seen them, somehow. Like he had switched modes.

  “You look so good like that,” he murmured, gently pushing my knees apart so he could see me. I bit my lip. I wasn’t sure what I wanted him to do, but I needed him to do it right this instant. And, luckily for me, he seemed to figure out precisely what it was that I needed without a second glance.

  He knelt down in front of me suddenly, a motion that threw me off my guard. What was he doing? I certainly wasn’t about to start complaining. He planted a kiss on my left knee and looked up at me, and that deviant smile flicked back across his face. My breath caught in my throat – oh, I was pretty sure I knew what he was up to. He brushed his mouth up the inside of my thigh, going slow, and I tipped my head back and let out a moan. I had never been much one for being too vocal in bed – or on bartop, as the case may be – but I knew I might never get a chance to be with him like this again and I wasn’t going to ruin it by getting all up in my own head about it. He slid a hand beneath my ass, tugging me closer to him, and I clung on to the edge of the counter for dear life and focused in on how good his mouth felt against my skin. His breath was warm and soft and steady where mine was ragged and desperate and sharp. He must have known what he was doing to me, have sensed how much I needed him there already.

  He slowed his pace, teasing me, and I clenched my jaw and wriggled my hips back and forth on the counter. I wanted t grab his head and grind myself against him, but I figured that in this scenario he knew best – God knows how many hook-ups he’d had like this one, how many women he had left writhing in unfulfilled pleasure. I wasn’t going to argue with him. Right now, he was the one in control, even if he was the one kneeling on the ground before me.

  Finally, he was there – well, not quite, but I could feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, my toes curling as he drew in close. One of my shoes slipped to the ground with a clatter but I didn’t care. He brushed his lips across mine, inhaling deeply as though he was trying to commit the scent and the taste of me to memory. I knew how he felt. I felt as though I was trying to take in every detail of this encounter so I could play it back a dozen times over in the future. The soft pat of the light rain on the enormous windows, the smell of an open bottle of expensive scotch beside me, the feel of his light stubble against the inside of my thighs. All of it. I knew I would forget something, but for now, I just wanted to remember and savour the details.

  And then, at last, he pressed his mouth against me. I let out a cry that echoed around the entire apartment; the place was so big that the noise seemed to go on for days, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the feel of his tongue against my clit, the deft way he drew me into his mouth and began to draw this light, quick circles against me with his tongue. My other shoe fell to the ground. Fuck.

  When Matt had gone down on me it had been more about ticking a box than it had been about making me come. But with Nathan between my legs, things felt…different. Pointedly so. I looked down and watched him, running my fingers through his hair and taking him in as he ate me out with a hunger that I had never experienced before in my life. Like I was that expensive bottle of scotch next to me, rich and sweet and earthy, and that he couldn’t get enough of me no matter how badly he tried. He let out this groan of pleasure, somewhere deep in his chest, as he ate me out, like this was what he’d been thinking about since I’d stepped into his office earlier that day, and I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. And why, exactly, had I had any doubts about this? Now that I was here, with him between my legs and eating me like he was half-starved, I couldn’t think of one good reason. He had driven them all from me.

  He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked softly, flicking his tongue lazily up and down over me and sending explosive shivers up and down my spine in kind. He felt incredible. How did he get so good at this? He lifted his gaze to meet mine and there was a flash of something in his eyes, a flash of something that told me everything I needed to know – that he wanted me, that he wanted this, that he would have done it all night if he had to. But I was already feeling the need for something more, something greater, and the feeling was starting to take me over. I tried to focus on the feel of his tongue against my pussy, but I needed more – I needed him inside me.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped, reaching down and pushing his head away from my pussy for a moment so I could look him in the eyes. He cocked an eyebrow; his mouth was still glistening with my wetness, and he glanced down at my pussy and then back up at me.

  “You sure?” He murmured, tracing his fingers down my thighs again. “I could do this a whole lot longer if you wanted me to…”

  “Please,” I begged, and then tone of my voice seemed to draw something out in him that hadn’t been there before. “Please, I need to feel you inside me…

  I wasn’t sure where this had come from. I had never been good at dirty talk before, but maybe that was just because I had never been around someone who drew it out in me in such an intense way, who filled me with a desire so deep that I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. He got to his feet and kissed me again, tongue in my mouth, and I could taste myself on his lips and wondered how in the hell this was actually happening. But before I could think too deeply on that, he had pulled down his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, and sheathed him quickly and deftly. I looked down at his erection – he was bigger than I was used to, thick, and I bit my lip at the thought of actually getting that inside of me.

  “I’ve never had anyone that big before,” I blurted out before I could stop myself and I instantly wanted to kick myself for sound so dumb. He didn’t care about that. Here I was, meant to be having this hot hook-up to get Matt out of my system once and for all, announcing to the guy I was with that I was about as sexually inexperienced as it was possible to be after dating for my entire life. He grinned.

  “Oh, yeah?” He remarked, seeming amused by my admittance. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you. If you want me to, that is.”

  I wrapped my arms around him as he moved closer to me taking his cock into his hand and pressing it against my slit; he spread my lips open with just the head and I felt a twinge of something that could have been nerves or could have been desire deep in my stomach. And then, at last, he entered me.

  He pressed his lips to mine as he put himself in me for the first time, soothing the slight shock of him entering me – I had never taken anyone that big before, never felt anything that made me feel t
hat full. My eyes widened as he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt, and then held himself there for a moment to let me get used to it. I breathed deeply, pulling back from him, pressing him forehead to his and then closing my eyes.

  “Good?” He asked, and I nodded. And without another moment’s wait, he began to fuck me.

  He went slow at first, moving carefully as though he might break me if he wasn’t too careful, but soon enough he began to pick up a pace as I wrapped my legs around him and drew him in close to me. He felt strange at first – I just wasn’t used to him, that was all, and my body was trying to adapt. But soon enough, he started to feel good. More than good. He started to feel incredible. I hooked my ankles behind his back once more to pull him in close and pressed my face to his neck, inhaling his gorgeous scent and trying to remember every second of this as it unfolded.

  I had never felt something like it before in my life. Sure, I had been fucked plenty of times, but it had never felt like this for me, had never driven my eyes to the back of my head and left me craving nothing but more, more of the same, more of him, more of this. I had never felt this urge deep in me, the one that had me shifting closer to him with every chance I got to see if there was just another inside of him I could take inside me. He had me a little crazy and he seemed to know it, smiling against me neck as he kissed that sensitive skin around my throat and tipped me towards crazy. He was going hard now and I was lifting my hips in an attempt to meet him, and before I knew it I was close, closer than I ever been before, and all of a sudden-