Next Door Daddy

by Ford, Mia

  “Seth!” I choke as he lightly bites the skin, my hands finding his hair.

  “Oh, that’s good,” he says appreciatively. “Maybe you’ll like it even better if I eat you out?”

  “Oh, please,” I beg, not beyond pleading if it’ll get me what I want.

  He rubs against my panties again. Then his hands find the flimsy, elastic band and he begins to ease them over my legs, so slowly that I’m almost dying from impatience and need.

  “I’m going to make this all worth it,” he promises.

  Then his mouth is on me, his tongue wriggling relentlessly inside me, and I’m too far gone to reply in anything resembling English. I fall back against the bed, boneless and weak, able to do no more than writhe and cry out at all the sensations. I feel like I’ll explode just from this alone.

  I slowly begin to tip over the edge, unable to take any more. As though realizing this, Seth suddenly pulls back, and I almost cry at the loss.

  “Easy, Zoe,” he purrs, his voice silken. I almost can’t believe how calm he sounds while I’m a mess of aching need and passion. “We don’t want this to end just yet.”

  Drawing this out sounds fun, but chasing my climax right now sounds even better, I decide. But Seth steps back, his eyes surveying me, splayed out on the bed.

  “Look at you,” he says. “All laid out and needy, waiting for me to come and fuck that pussy. How badly do you need me, Zoe?”

  I groan, hoping that it conveys an answer. Seth grins.

  “You’re so wrecked you can’t even say anything,” he says. “What do you want me to do now?”

  Damn it, that requires an actual answer. I try to rouse myself.

  “Touch me,” I gasp. Then I eye his pants. “Get out of those jeans.”

  “They are starting to feel…uncomfortable,” Seth says. “Watch closely, Zoe.”

  He undoes the top button on his jeans, and then slowly lowers the zipper, his eyes never leaving me as I watch, transfixed at the sight. My breath is ragged in my throat, and I can’t seem to get enough air. Seth gives me a dark, seductive grin, and then he pushes his jeans down. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock springs free from his confines, hard and leaking already, as he steps out of his jeans and kicks them away.

  Then he steps between my legs, his cock pressing against my leg, and leans over me. His hands find my hair, and he grips handfuls of it.

  “I’m going to make you scream,” he promises.

  He leans down and captures my lips in a hard kiss, our tongues tangling and battling for dominance, his fingers pressing into my scalp. Seth ruts on top of me, grinding our hips together, and all I want is for him to be in me now. I wrap my legs around his lips and drag him even closer, hoping that will make him do something.

  It does, but it isn’t something I want. He pulls back, still holding my head in place.

  “Relax, Zoe,” he says, his naughty voice washing over me. “I’m going to fuck you all night long… no need to be so impatient.”

  “Shit,” I moan, my eyes fluttering closed at the thought. “Seth, please, I need you in me! I want to feel you!”

  He grins and leans over me. He presses open-mouthed kisses against my jaw, nipping at my earlobe. Then he makes his way down my neck, pausing at my frantically fluttering pulse. He smiles against my skin and he lightly bites down. When I gasp he bites down hard, and sucks at the pulse point, hard enough that it will definitely leave a mark in the morning.

  As he does that, his hands find my knees and push them apart so that he can settle more comfortable in between my legs. His cock slides across my wetness, and I push against it, rubbing myself along his length, trying to make him move.

  He groans against my throat, and his hands skim down my sides to grip my hips in a punishing hold, forcing me to stop my movements. He laughs breathlessly as he takes his mouth off my skin, the bite mark burning pleasantly.

  “Not yet,” he breathes. “I’m not finished with you.”

  He rolls his hips, and I arch my back off the bed, mumbled pleas leaving my lips. I’m so desperate for him that I would do anything he asked if only he continued touching me.

  His fingers slide down below, pressing against my vagina, circling the entrance teasingly, and my legs tighten around him. I meet his eyes, and he winks just before two fingers sink into me.

  It isn’t nearly big enough, and I want more as I try and move, waiting to take more of him in me. But one of his hands is still gripping my hip, preventing me from doing much, and I groan again, this time in frustration.

  “Patience, Zoe,” he says again. “I want to see you fall apart before I fuck you.”

  It’s almost too much. But just his fingers aren’t enough to pull me over the edge as he leisurely pumps them in and out of me, a slight burn being the only indication that he’s added another finger. I grip his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles.

  “More,” I beg. “Go deeper, fuck me more.”

  “I’m getting to it,” he promises. “You should see yourself, Zoe. Fucking yourself on my fingers, trying to take more of me, desperate because it isn’t enough.”

  At his words, I realize that my hips are moving again, and he’s right. I’m thrusting down on his fingers, which he’s barely moving anymore, trying to take them deeper and deeper into my body. Suddenly, his fingers curve slightly, and he hits a spot that makes my body shake with pleasure.

  A choked gasp falls from my lips, and I thrust more desperately, my movements clumsy, trying to hit that spot again. But Seth smiles slowly and deliberately curves his fingers away. A half-sob, half-scream tears itself from my throat.

  “Please, please…” I beg.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” Seth purrs in my ear.

  He pulls his fingers out. I barely have any time to worry about their loss before something large and harder begins to penetrate me. I grip onto Seth for dear life as his cock slides home inside me, until we’re pulled flush against one another, the sensation of being connected almost enough to drive me insane.

  “Now, let me keep my promise,” Seth says silkily.

  It takes me a moment to remember, and, when I do, I moan aloud.

  “I want to just throw you down and fuck you raw.”

  Seth pulls back and slams into me, driving deeply into my body, rocking me back against the mattress. I try and meet his thrusts, but he speeds up, and all I can do is writhe beneath him and grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, nothing else around my other than his body and the feel of our skin slapping together. My toes curl with each thrust, and my eyes roll up as he scores hit after hit on my g-spot, sending wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure through me. It’s almost torturous, and I chase my climax desperately, clenching around him with every thrust.

  “Come, Zoe!” I hear him command. “Come with me!”

  My body stills and then shudders as one last wave of lust shoots through me, too powerful to ignore. Seth’s trembles with me, his cock releasing deep inside me, and I’m falling down, down, down…

  “Seth!”

  I can hear the scream in my ears as my eyes snap open, my heart racing, my body shaking with the last vestiges of my orgasm. I collapse back onto the bed, trying to control my breathing.

  Slowly, logic returns to me. It’s still dark outside my window. Seth is not in my bed. My panties are wet from the dream I have just had, and my whole body is singing from a touch that didn’t exist.

  I process this and then groan, throwing a hand over my eyes. The sheets on my skin are electrifying, every nerve still standing on end, and I just lay there for long minutes, trying to convince myself that everything is over. It’s just a dream.

  When I feel like I’ve calmed down a little, I pull myself out of bed. It’s the middle of the night, but my body is soaked with sweat and my underwear is feeling a little uncomfortable. On top of that, if I don’t do something, I’ll never manage to return to sleep tonight.

  I head for the bathroom and fiddle w
ith the taps until a stream of warm water bursts out. I drop all my clothes to the bathroom floor and kick them aside for now. Then I step under the water.

  The warmth makes me sleepy, which is exactly what I was hoping for. I stand under the spray, running water through my hair and over my skin, closing my eyes and shoving away the last remnants of the dream. It’s one of the more vivid dreams that I have had since Seth and I actually had sex. My mind keeps throwing all these different scenarios at me, reminding me of what I could have if Seth wasn’t so insistent on keeping me at arm’s length.

  He has good reason for it, I remind myself.

  I can’t help but scowl. His reasons are good, yes, in a way, but it’s hard not to long for something more whenever he talks or laughs or smiles or...just does anything, really. If I thought he was intoxicating before, when I didn’t even know him, then I’m finding that now, it’s ten times worse.

  It’s going to be almost impossible to ever get him out of my head if things keep on going like this. I wonder if Seth is being affected like I am, then decide that this isn’t possible; he’s so calm and collected this week, reaching out to touch me, looking at me with those deep, dark eyes… If I didn’t know any better, I would say that he’s trying his hand at seducing me.

  The thought makes me laugh. It would be ironic, considering how many times I tried to lure him into bed with me. But I don’t think that that’s the case here. Seth has made his feelings about a relationship between the two of us clear. I understood.

  But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I sigh and step out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself and head back into the bedroom to find clean clothes.

  Though, in all honesty, if I have any more dreams like that…I might just damn the consequences and corner him anyway.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Seth

  Several days later, I’m woken up by Alicia jumping on me. For a moment, I think it’s Sunday. Then I realize that it’s only Tuesday and that it’s very early. Too early even for my alarm clock to go off.

  “Alicia?” I groan. “What’s up?”

  “Daddy,” she says, and my eyes open at the note of seriousness in her voice.

  I sit up quietly. “What is it?” I ask, feeling dread form in my stomach.

  She looks at me and then draws in a deep breath.

  “I want a cat,” she declares.

  I stare at Alicia. She stares back, determined. Then I collapse back onto the bed.

  I knew this was coming. I didn’t know it would come in the early hours of the morning, but I had fully expected this demand. After all, Zoe had warned me last night.

  “I…might have decided to take her to the pet store I used to work at,” she had said sheepishly. “I wanted to see if the two kittens I used to play with had gotten adopted. Alicia really liked playing with the kittens that were there.”

  And now, of course, Alicia wants a cat. I almost open my mouth to just agree; not only will it get Alicia out of my room so I can sleep a little longer until the alarm clock goes off, but I find it very difficult to refuse my daughter anything.

  Then I pause, considering it fully.

  Firstly, Alicia isn’t old enough to look after a cat on her own. If we bought a kitten, I would end up taking care of it, or poor Zoe would. We would almost have to do research into the best toys, food and vets in the air. Pets cost a lot, too, though that’s hardly much of a concern.

  Secondly, Zoe and I have been talking about Alicia a lot. I remember something she said to me a few weeks ago.

  “I know you’re spoiling her because you feel guilty that you’re working so much, leaving her with nannies,” Zoe had said with a stern voice. “But you need to stop just giving her everything she asks for. You risk making her spoiled and entitled.”

  When I said that I thought Alicia already was spoiled and entitled, Zoe had just snorted.

  “She is. No reason to actively make it worse, though.”

  I breathe in deeply.

  “We need to think about it a little more, Alicia,” I say to my daughter.

  It isn’t quite a refusal. But it will be easy enough to shelve the issue until she’s a little older.

  Though, when Alicia’s shoulders slump, I almost give in then and there.

  “Okay,” she huffs. Then she brightens. “Can we get Zoe a kitten?”

  “Zoe?” I ask, surprised by the question. “Why?”

  “Zoe lives alone,” Alicia informs me. “Maybe she’s lonely.”

  “She sees us all the time,” I tell her. “And she has a very good friend named Katherine. I don’t think she’s lonely.

  Alicia just scowls at me, tossing her head.

  “Anyway, you shouldn’t buy pets for people until you know they want one,” I continue.

  “Zoe wants a cat!” Alicia protests. “But she can’t buy it, just like she can’t buy a car!” She stops, thinking, and then her lips tremble. “Zoe doesn’t have any money!”

  “No, Zoe does have money,” I say, inwardly sighing as I give the morning up for a loss. “She just doesn’t have as much as we do. For Zoe, it’s probably also about the fact that she’s always here, so she probably doesn’t have a lot of time to look after a cat.”

  I sigh in relief when Alicia calms, thinking this over.

  “So she has to choose between a cat and coming here?” Alicia asks.

  “That’s right,” I say.

  “Oh.” Alicia frowns. “I’m glad she chose us.”

  I chuckle and ruffle her hair. “So am I, Alicia. Now, why don’t you go downstairs and let me get dressed so that I can come and make breakfast?”

  “Okay!” Alicia says brightly.

  She darts out the door. The moment she does my alarm rings out. I scowl at it and turn it off.

  It doesn’t take me long to get downstairs, yawning. It’s going to be a long day today, I decide.

  Slowly, the hour slips by. Eight thirty comes and goes, and I find myself unsurprised that Zoe is late, considering how the morning has already gone. At a quarter to nine, Zoe suddenly rushes in, looking almost as tired as I feel.

  “Sorry!” she says. “I didn’t sleep well and I slept through my alarm clock!”

  I should reply to that. But I’m too busy staring at her fingers, which are still buttoning up her shirt, slowly covering her ample breasts.

  Then I shake myself and look away.

  “It’s fine,” I say. “But I better go, or I’m going to be late.”

  “Alright, see you this afternoon,” she says distractedly, already heading further into the house to find Alicia.

  Yes, I decide sarcastically as I step outside right as it begins raining. It’s going to be a wonderful day.

  * * *

  “Sorry, sir, you’ve got it bad,” Jason says comfortably.

  “I realize that,” I snap at him. “I don’t need you to state the obvious, I need you to help me figure out how to stop it!”

  Jason, the unhelpful secretary that he is, just laughs.

  “Well, I still think you should just go for it,” he informs me.

  I wave a dismissive hand at him. I’m going to stop going to Jason for advice, I swear. I have a genuine problem, and all he can do is be amused by it all.

  “I’m already placing bets on when you guys snap,” Jason informs me. “I put fifty on you breaking first within the next two weeks.”

  “Who the hell are you betting with?” I ask incredulously.

  “Matt,” Jason says.

  I blinked. “I didn’t realize the two of you knew each other.”

  “We only met a little while ago,” Jason says with a grin. “We both have to put up with you, so we have a common interest.”

  He gives me an innocent grin when I glare at him.

  “Anyway, jokes aside, I really think you should just consider it carefully,” Jason continues after a moment, his expression becoming serious. “It’s obviously driving you insane, so just get it out of your system.”

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nbsp; “And if I “get it out of my system”, then what?” I demand. “How can I keep employing her when things go south between us?”

  “I’m sure you can figure that out as it comes,” Jason shrugs.

  I sigh. Jason is an amazing secretary. On this particular problem, however, he’s strangely reticent.

  “Well, that’s not what I wanted to talk about, anyway,” I say. “I want to do something for Zoe. I’ve put her through a lot lately, and I want to show her how much I appreciate her. How much I appreciate her being Alicia’s nanny,” I add when I see the grin spreading across Jason’s lips.

  “A nice, candlelit dinner should do it,” Jason teases.

  I groan. I should have expected that.

  “Come on, Jason, I’m being serious here,” I say.

  “What do you mean when you say you put her through a lot?” Jason asks curiously.

  I grimace. I had hoped that he wouldn’t pick up on that.

  “I tried to give her the cold shoulder the other week,” I sigh. “It didn’t go down very well, especially since Zoe had just asked if we could try and get to know each other better.”

  “I’ll say,” Jason winces. “But you guys have fixed it now, right?”

  I shoot him a stern look. Jason has never even met Zoe, yet he’s a huge supporter of a potential relationship between the two of us. It really doesn’t help me when I’m trying to find ways out of feeling so strongly for her.

  “Yes, we fixed it,” I say, exasperated. “Which has made things worse, Jason.”

  “Or better,” he points out with a grin.

  “Worse,” I say firmly. “I can’t believe my mind is doing this to me. The one person I couldn’t fall for, and…” I shake my head. “Anyway, that’s still not the point. All jokes aside, what would do for someone if you wanted to thank them?”

  “That’s a pretty tall order,” Jason says, thinking. “I’d probably go with flowers?”

  “No,” I say instantly. “I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.”

  “Or the right idea,” Jason says with a wink. He holds his hands up in surrender when I glare at him. “Okay, okay. Is dinner out, too, then?”