by Luke Steel
“Well, being a nanny will prep you well for that,” I said, laughing softly. She blew out a breath and shot me a grin.
“You could say that again.” And then she laughed. My chest tightened as her head tipped back and her mouth opened, flashing me a view of her pink tongue. Unbidden, images of us tangled naked, her mouth on my cock, flashed through my mind.
My cock was still rock hard, but I could feel it throbbing now, a physical ache, reminding me of everything I could never take. I couldn’t have her, not the way I wanted to.
“So you want to be a teacher,” I mused. I sat the glass down next to me and folded my arms across my chest. “Any advice you could give a single dad?” I tilted my head, a half smile on my lips. I watched her eyes darken before they trailed lazily down my body, stopping at my crotch.
My hard-on was obvious, but something inside me just didn’t give a shit. I shifted my legs, not bothering to conceal the tent in my pants.
Let her see what she does to me.
Dalia looked away quickly and cleared her throat. “It looks like you’re doing a great job,” she said over her shoulder as she started cleaning up dinner. I watched her, the way she moved, my eyes hungry.
I could feel the sexual tension in the room. It was thick. Fuck, I could cut it with a knife if I wanted to. And I knew she felt it too. Her color was heightened, her movements jerky. She was avoiding looking at me, her breath hitching in her throat, and that realization made me bolder.
“Are you dating anyone?” I asked, point blank. She fumbled with a plate and caught it before it hit the ground. I bit back a growl. She wanted me.
I knew it now.
“I don’t have time for that,” she answered, laughing softly. I nodded, pretending to care. Pleasure at her revelation zinged down my spine. You’ll have time for me, I thought darkly. But then I mentally shook myself.
This is my business partner’s daughter. She was off limits. A big no.
A hell no. Plain and simple.
Unfortunately, I believed that this was, possibly, a life lesson of not always getting what you want. And that annoyed me. But I had to move past it. She was my nanny now, and even though she didn’t have a boyfriend, I couldn’t be that. Not for her.
“I can relate,” I said with a shrug. I walked around her, helping to clear the table. We moved well together, and before long, the kitchen was cleaned and we were sitting at the table, glasses once again full of rich, dark wine. I knew I was drawing it out, keeping her here as long as I could. I didn’t want her to leave yet.
I liked the way I felt around her. I liked hearing her talk and what her voice did to me. I shifted in my seat.
“Tell me more about yourself,” I asked softly. When her eyes caught mine, I stilled. The attraction was unmistakable. We were like two magnets, fighting their push and pull. Had I ever felt this so intensely and so quickly before?
No.
“What do you want to know?” she asked, her full lips tilting upwards. When she licked her lips again, my cock practically jumped to attention in response. Fucking hell. I want—no, I need to taste that mouth of hers. And her neck. And her breasts. And her stomach, all the way down to her tight little pussy…
Fuck.
“Everything,” I demanded. She stood, suddenly a bundle of nervous energy. I felt it practically slap me in the face.
“I’ll get us some more wine,” she said, almost a little too loudly. I looked at our full glasses and blinked. A laugh bubbled up in my chest, but before I could let it out, she moved and tripped over the table leg, stumbling wildly. For a moment, time stood still.
I saw her shocked face and her hands spread out before I instinctively reached out and grabbed her. When I touched her hips, my mind went blank, sizzles of pleasure tingling up my arm.
I don’t know how it happened, but I was glad it had. Dalia landed on my lap, my arms wrapped around her, her ass perched right on top of my erection.
We froze.
A small part of my brain was shouting at me to let her go. It was listing all the reasons this wasn’t a good idea. Her father, my business, Tobi, our life had its own routine already. She was too young.
My hands flexed on her hips and all I felt was woman.
Delicious, warm, sexy as fuck woman.
I groaned, all factual reasoning fleeing the scene. All I could do now was feel. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. It was tentative, the soft brush of my lips against hers, a little bit of pressure, silently begging for her to open for me. She tasted amazing.
Sweet and salty, soft and warm. She moaned beneath me, her hands moving to grip my shoulders. When she pulled me even closer, I deepened the kiss, tracing my tongue along the seam of her lips.
She opened for me, and I delved inside, rubbing my tongue against hers lazily, taking my time about it. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Her hands were in my hair, tugging and urging me to go deeper, and I did, nipping at her lips before kissing her again. Now that I’d tasted her, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to know every single fucking part of her.
Something in me snapped and I gloried in it, pressing her harder against my crotch. She moving her hips against me, pressing her breasts against my chest.
She reared back and broke the kiss, her breathing harsh. I could feel my own breath hitching in my chest as well, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of her.
She moved on my lap, bringing her leg around the other side of my hips so she could straddle me. I groaned, deep in my throat, as the heat of her core settled over my dick. I felt it through my pants, and when she ground down hard, my head fell back in pleasure.
“Fuck,” I breathed. I couldn’t say anything else because her lips were back on mine. I touched her everywhere. Her hair, neck, and back. I ran my palms up her sides and to her breasts and I felt her shiver.
“You like that?” I whispered against her mouth, before running my palms across her nipples. It was then I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, and even though I had no idea how it was possible, my cock hardened even more.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned, as I squeezed her breasts, rubbing my thumbs in circles around her nipples. Her hips increased their tempo every time I flicked the hard nubs, and all I could do was watch her ride me. She threw her head back, her hands gripping my shoulders, as I worshiped her breasts.
My mouth replaced my fingers and I tongued her breasts, soaking through the material of her thin dress and sucking her nipple. She whimpered, her hips jerking against mine and all I could think was that this was madness.
There was so much heat. So much fucking need.
Dalia groaned and I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. I tasted sex, her musky scent, our arousal thick in the air. Reaching down, I pressed my hand against her cunt and I almost came right then and there.
She was wet, her panties soaked. I pressed my fingers against her gently and watched her face, her cheeks and neck flushed, her eyes closed in abandon. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. That I had her hot and needy on my lap, my hand pressed against her core. I found her clit easily through the damp fabric, slowly rubbing in circles. I was teasing at first, testing her, testing myself, to see if I should stop. Common sense was fast leaving my body as she responded, her legs opening more for me, silently pleading for more. And I gave it to her, I was powerless not to.
She reared back, her mouth open on a silent scream as I exerted more pressure, my eyes never leaving her face. Soon I was as lost as she was, each flick and press of my finger against her sending a pulse of pleasure through us both. Her juices wet my fingers through her panties and I groaned, needing to feel more of her.
I pushed her panties aside and my fingers slid against her lips easily, causing her to shiver. I felt her body tighten as I inserted one finger inside her. Her body was urging me on, to go further, deeper, harder. And I did, I was a slave to her responses, each gasp and moan and tremble. I was soon craving her orgasm just as much as she was.
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nbsp; One finger became two and she was riding my hand, her body a hot, quivering mass above me. I kissed her again, swallowed a cry of pleasure and took her higher, closer towards orgasm. She didn’t disappoint and she exploded in my arms. Her legs came up, her back arched and she shook wildly in my arms as pleasure wracked through her body. I was captivated.
I couldn’t look anywhere but at her face, a mixture of pleasure and pain and total ecstasy. Her juices dripped down my fingers as I drew her orgasm out, teasing at her sensitive clit.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned with each swipe of my fingers. She jerked once, twice, then stilled, her body melting against the kitchen table. When her eyes met mine, they were clouded with pleasure, her pupils dilated. And right then, I knew I needed to have her. I didn’t give two fucks about the regret I knew would follow in the morning. I couldn’t walk away now. I needed her.
“Cedric,” she whispered. My cock was a painful reminder that I didn’t want to be done. I was so close to release just having her there, sated on top of me, little tremors of aftershocks moving through her.
“I need you,” I growled deeply.
“My father …” she trailed off as I stood, lifting her with me. I dropped her down on the table, my hands squeezing her hips painfully. Her eyes zeroed in on my crotch and she licked her lips again.
“I don’t care,” I rasped out as I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. My underwear went with them and I exhaled loudly as my erection sprang free. Dalia gasped, her eyes widening.
“Don’t worry,” I said, gripping my dick tight in my hand. I felt myself swell even more as I stared down at her, her lips wet from her tongue, her mouth open as she breathed hard. “I’ll fit.” I knew I was big. Even if I hadn’t known my cock was impressive, Dalia’s reaction alone would have told me.
I pushed her back onto the table roughly, simultaneously pushing up her dress. It bunched around her waist as I slid her rounded thighs open for me.
“I’ll pull out, I promise,” I said roughly, my eyes devouring her spread thighs and dripping pussy. “So beautiful,” I murmured, running my fingers across the insides of her thighs. She shivered before pulling back her legs more for me. I grabbed her panties and ripped them clean off her, clutching her hips and pulling her to the edge of the table.
“I can’t be gentle,” I ground out, rubbing the tip of my cock against her wet pussy. It felt amazing.
So fucking good.
“I don’t want you to be,” she said back, lifting her hips in invitation. It was all the okay I needed. I pushed forward, the tip of my cock sliding into her wet heat. I hissed, the pleasure was so intense. I felt her inner muscles squeeze me and my head dropped forward, my eyes closing in surrender.
“So tight,” I breathed, moving forward another inch. Dalia arched her back more, moaning my name as I rocked forward, moving inside her inch by delicious inch. “I can’t…” my voice broke as I gripped her hips tighter and jerked forward, ramming my cock home. I reached out just in time to cover her mouth with my hand as she screamed. I barely held back a shout of my own.
My balls tightened and I could feel my orgasm building quickly inside me. Dalia’s body began to tremble, and I stilled, every single nerve inside me begging for me to move. But I didn’t. I let her get used to my size as I ran my hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, flicking my fingers across her nipples, trailing lazy circles down her stomach and across her inner thighs.
But soon it was too much and I had to move, it was becoming too painful not to. I pulled out all the way and rammed forward, sinking myself fully inside her.
Her breasts bounced once and she gasped.
I did it again, and again, and again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, each time I slid back inside her slick heat. I felt her muscles rippling along my length, the tell-tell sign of another orgasm building to a crescendo.
“You like it when I fuck you,” I breathed, watching her face as I pulled all the way out, teasing her by holding back. She whimpered, her body taut, her hips rising high, begging for me to pound into her. I wanted to.
Hell, I wanted to ram into her so hard I left bruises.
On us both.
“Tell me you want it, Dalia,” I demanded, pushing the tip of my cock inside her and pulling out quickly. She moaned, her head thrashing back and forth, her body on the precipice of orgasm. I did it again, and the sight of the tip of my cock disappearing inside her was driving me wild.
I could feel it quake through her, too.
“You want my cock so deep inside you, don’t you?” I growled, teasing her once more before slamming into her. I grabbed a fistful of her golden blonde hair and leaned over her, my body moving inside her in rapid, powerful thrusts. She was begging for me, crying out unintelligibly, her nails digging into my back as I finally let go.
“Say it,” I moaned, my body tense, my cock jerking inside her wet heat. She cried out for me.
“Yes, god yes, Cedric. Fuck me,” she pleaded. And I did. I fucked her so hard I was going to leave marks. I fucked her like my life depended on it.
I felt her stiffen, the muscles inside her slick sheath squeezing me tight before she shattered around me. And I groaned, long and deep, as her orgasm pushed me over the edge. I pulled out, stroking my sensitive cock, each thrust of my hand as pleasurable as the next as I came, and came, and came. It was the longest orgasm of my life and our eyes were locked through it all.
I came all over her stomach and thighs and something primal in me flared to life. I’d marked her, and I liked it.
We sat there, staring at each other, our chests heaving.
“Oh my god,” Dalia said, a moment later. And I laughed, suddenly euphoric. My body was weak as a kitten. Completely and utterly sated, for now.
Holy shit, I thought, tilting my head back to look down at Dalia. I just had sex with my nanny on my kitchen table.
3
Cedric
I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell. There’s no way having sex with Dalia last night was the right thing to do. I told myself again, I needed to push that encounter out of my mind. It was difficult though because I still wanted her.
After our kitchen table interlude, we’d barely been able to look at each other. I’d cleaned her up, all the while trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. She’d stood, dressed, and left my house without a second glance.
And hell if I didn’t crave more of her.
I shouldn’t. That one moment, though mind blowing, had changed everything.
When I watched her cab pull away, it was almost as if she was taking half of me with her. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, knowing I could never repeat that same mistake again.
I’d never felt this way before.
Yeah, I had my fair share of one-night stands, friends with benefits, or just plain fuckfests. I was a man with money and women loved it. But something was different with Dalia. Ever since I saw her with Tobi that first day, something inside me had shifted.
And all I saw was Dalia, her sweet smile, her sexy voice, her taste and the way she came. I was hooked.
She was my drug of choice and I was an addict.
Shaking my head, I put on my shoes. I was beyond confused. I shouldn’t have slept with Dalia, but now that I had, it’s all I wanted to do. How the hell was I going to face her father today?
How could I look into his eyes knowing I screwed his baby girl?
I groaned, not liking the direction my thoughts were headed. If Ted found out, this could potentially ruin our partnership. It could affect my business and my entire life.
What the hell had I been thinking?
Obviously, I’d been thinking with my other head. What red-blooded male wouldn’t think that way about Dalia?
The doorbell rang, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Dalia!” Tobi squealed from the living room. My chest tightened and my pulse picked up pace. Would she say anything? What would she do?
Did s
he regret sleeping with me last night?
I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs, my eyes finding Dalia instantly and devouring her from top to bottom. She was in another summer dress, but this one was white with an innocent pattern of peaches and green leaves. She looked good enough to eat and all I wanted to do was push her up against the wall and kiss her senseless. Then spread her legs, wrap them around my waist, and fuck her senseless too.
Dammit.
Tobi was hopping from foot to foot, giggling up at Dalia and chattering up a storm. It was like having a bucket of cold water thrown in my face.
The last thing Tobi needed was confusing messages. I didn’t know where Dalia and I were headed, if we were headed anywhere at all. And until then, I needed to keep myself in check.
For Tobi.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling at Dalia. She was blushing and I found it utterly charming.
“Good morning, Cedric,” she said softly. She wouldn’t look me in the eye, which afforded me another opportunity to study her closely. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. I couldn’t help it. I stared.
I’d yet to see her naked breasts. I needed to rectify that.
Fuck, I wanted to see them right now.
Clearing my throat, I grabbed my briefcase off the kitchen table. It was past time I leave and if I gave in to the thoughts I was currently having, Dalia and I wouldn’t leave this house for weeks. Possibly months.
“You two have a good day,” I said, leaning down and kissing Tobi on the forehead. On the way back up, my eyes traveled up Dalia’s smooth legs, trim waist and all the way up to her face. Her eyes were finally on mine and they were intense. But I couldn’t read them as clearly as I wanted to.
Did she want me, I wondered?
“I’ll see you tonight,” I said, moving around her. My arm brushed the tips of her breasts and I heard her quick inhale. My cock hardened instantly.
And in that moment I knew.
I didn’t give two shits about Ted. I wasn’t done with Dalia.
The day was dragging on at the office. I landed two more clients, cleared my desk and answered all my emails. And between it all, thoughts of Dalia invaded my mind. I replayed our evening over and over, each rise and fall of her body, the way she felt against me.