by Kaylee, Katy
“God, yes,” I purred, arching my back and exposing my neck. Harrison put his mouth to my neck and bit me, moving down in a scorching trail of kisses to the neckline of my shirt. He yanked the hem up with his hands, and my boobs bounced out only to be cupped and stroked by his hands. As his fingers toyed and teased with my stiff nipples, thrilling sensations shot through my whole body. My pussy tingled and my clit throbbed with desire. The flimsy, lacy panties I wore under my yoga pants were already soaked with arousal and I moved, twisting my hips and moaning as the fabric teased my exposed clit.
Harrison bent his head to my chest, sucking my hard nipples and running his teeth over them until I squirmed and moaned. He kept licking and biting at me as his hands moved lower, cupping and squeezing my ass. He pulled my body against his, humping me through our clothing, and then yanked down my yoga pants in a single rough motion that made me gasp with the fierceness of it all.
I’d always wanted him, but it had never been like this. Before, we had explored each other, teased each other, taken our time with languid lovemaking.
But this wasn’t that. This was fast, furious, hot. Harrison grabbed my ass and slid me further on top of the table, spreading my legs and kneeling on the kitchen floor. He dove between my thighs, biting at the crotch of my panties until I tangled my hands in his hair and moaned loudly. The smell of my pussy juice filled the kitchen and I flushed hotly as Harrison clawed my panties down and spread my pussy lips with one hand. My clit was hard and throbbing as he fastened his lips to it and began to suck. Instantly, pleasure raced through my veins and I bucked and gasped and shoved my hips against his face, riding him as hard as I could. His tongue felt so good as it lapped and swirled around my pussy and I cried out in ecstasy as he slid one finger inside of me, then two, then three. He began to rock his hand against my cunt as he sucked at my clit and I felt a powerful orgasm race through my body, making me scream with intense emotion. It felt so good, better than any other orgasm had ever felt, that I screwed my eyes closed and kept moaning and moaning as the waves of pleasure crashed over my head.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” Harrison growled. He got to his feet and locked eyes with me. His dark hair was a mess and there was a blazing, lusty fire in his sapphire eyes as he practically ripped off his shirt and leaned in for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. I loved tasting my musky juices on him and I lapped and sucked at his lips, tongue, and chin, eager to clean myself off of the man I loved.
“Mmmn,” I moaned into Harrison’s mouth as the kiss grew deeper. I reached between our bodies and fumbled with his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down his hips. His cock popped free and I felt it pressing against the soaking entrance to my pussy, waiting to fill me.
“Not yet,” I whimpered, pulling away and getting off the table. Harrison eyed me as I knelt on the kitchen floor and wrapped my hand around his magnificently large cock. I’d never get over the beauty of it, or how soft and hot the skin felt on my hand. I began to pump my hand up and down before licking my plump lips and wrapping them over my teeth. Leaning forward, I took Harrison’s cock in my mouth and began to bob my head back and forth, sucking and licking the underside of his head.
Harrison groaned. He started bucking his hips and thrusting deep into my mouth, filling my mouth with his perfect member. It was like every part of our bodies had been made for each other’s, and I hungrily sucked and pleasured Harrison. Pleasing him made me feel even better, made me feel like I was doing something right, and I enthusiastically pumped my hand up and down his shaft as I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.
Harrison tangled his hands in my hair and thrust hard, grunting and groaning with obvious, intense ecstasy. I wanted to feel him come in my mouth, but apparently he had other plans. Gently pushing me away, he reached down and scooped me up, sitting me down on the kitchen table and looking deep into my eyes. Without breaking our gaze, Harrison took my ankles and put them over his shoulders, exposing my pussy to him. I felt so vulnerable, so open as he reached for my tits and pinched my nipples, making me arch my back and cry out. Electric sensations buzzed through my body and just as I was about to scream with delight, Harrison plunged his cock deep inside of me.
We stayed locked together in a single, silent moment before he began to thrust and buck his hips. He buried himself to the hilt in my pussy, arching his back until I felt his balls slamming against my body. We moved and rocked together, him filling me, his hands still on my tits, and he leaned forward to give me a deep kiss.
“Paris,” Harrison groaned into my mouth. He sucked my lower lip and I moaned, shoving my body against his. With my legs over his shoulders, he had deeper access to me than ever before and I was loving every intense moment of it. Sweat broke out over Harrison’s body and dripped from his face to my chest. The room was filled with a salty, musky smell that I loved. Breathing in deeply, I kissed Harrison back as hard as I could. His thrusts were growing faster and more intense by the second and I felt his body buck and shudder against mine. Harrison reached between our bodies and put his hand to my still-sensitive clit, rubbing and massaging it with his thumb.
The effect was instantaneous, and I felt a strong orgasm, even stronger than the one he’d coaxed from me before, begin to rip through me. I surrendered, screaming into Harrison’s mouth as sweat covered my body. We slid back and forth on the kitchen table with the force of his dick thrusting into my body, and I shrieked and howled as my whole self trembled and shook.
“Fuck, baby,” Harrison growled. He broke the kiss and arched his back, filling me with his cock as his own orgasm overtook him. As he trembled and growled, I felt more raw emotion spilling out of him than ever before.
By the time we were finished, I realized that my thigh muscles were aching and sore. Harrison removed my legs from his shoulders, gently gripping my ankles as he lowered them down to the table, and slid out of me. My legs were shaking with the effort of having been stretched so unnaturally, but I felt amazing, like I was glowing.
“God,” I said, closing my eyes and sucking in a deep breath. “That was amazing.”
When I opened my eyes, Harrison was looking at me. “Paris,” he said in a quiet voice, and suddenly I feared the worst.
What was he going to do? Was he going to kick me out again? Was he going to tell me that this had been nothing but a mistake, and that I needed to leave?
A cold shiver of fear ran through me as Harrison motioned for me to get dressed. My shirt was still bunched over my tits and I pulled it down. Hopping down from the table, I pulled on my panties and yoga pants, folding the waistband low at my hips.
Harrison turned from me as he dressed.
“I’d like to talk to you,” he said.
“I know,” I replied. I couldn’t stop my lip from trembling.
To my surprise, Harrison smiled. “Paris, please go into the living room and wait for me,” he said.
Swallowing hard, I had no choice but to obey. I walked into the living room and sat down on the leather couch. My body was still filled with the lingering sensations of my two orgasms, but my mind was running all over the place and doubt and worry were beginning to creep in. Had he only slept with me again because he felt bad for me? Because I’d finally fucked up, and told him about the fact that I’d lost my scholarship?
When Harrison emerged from the kitchen, he was carrying two steaming mugs. He handed one to me and I sniffed, then looked up at him in surprise.
“Hot cocoa,” Harrison said. “I figured that coffee is the last thing you need right now if you’re going to try to get back to sleep.”
The gesture was simple, but it touched me more than almost anything else that he’d ever done. It showed that he did care about my well-being, that he was thoughtful when it came to me.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
Harrison sat beside me and put his mug on the coffee table.
“We need to figure out how to deal with the attraction between us,” Harrison said. “It’s clear that we’r
e both unable to avoid it, no matter how much we try to distract ourselves.”
Relief washed over me and I couldn’t help but sigh.
“What?” Harrison asked.
“Nothing,” I said quickly. “I’m just ... I’m so glad that you’re willing to finally talk about it,” I said. I swallowed hard, then added: “You’re my hero. You always have been. I’ve ... hoped for this to happen for years, to be honest.”
There. I’d said it. Surely Harrison was going to tell me that I was crazy, or tell me that I didn’t know what I wanted because I was so young.
But to my surprise, he looked nonplussed. He swallowed, then nodded slowly.
“It’s inappropriate,” he said finally. “You are very young, Paris.”
His words stung, and I pressed my lips together. I knew that if I wanted something to work with him, I was going to have to try.
Hard.
Reaching my hand into the air, I pressed a finger to Harrison’s lips and looked deeply into his blue eyes.
“We owe it to ourselves,” I said softly. “To explore this. The connection between us.”
Harrison was silent, and he didn’t attempt to brush my finger away.
“We’ve both been through so much, we shouldn’t deny it,” I continued quietly.
Harrison opened his lips and I pulled my hand away.
“How do you expect us to be able to do that under the roof that we share with Hollie?” Harrison asked. “She’s your best friend, the last time I checked.”
I felt a pang of guilt. It was true – Hollie was my best friend, and no doubt she’d be really angry, betrayed, and unhappy if she knew my true hope: to someday, become the next Mrs. Hendricks.
But over the summer, something between us had changed. Keeping so many secrets from her had been insanely difficult, and she wasn’t stupid – I knew that she knew something was going on, even if she didn’t know just what it was. The secrets were piling up: losing my scholarship, stripping, almost getting raped in a hotel...
And of course, the biggest one: sleeping with her father.
Well, not just sleeping with.
Falling in love with, too.
“It’s not ideal,” I said finally, swallowing and shifting on the couch. “I know it’s not ideal. But we can take it slow, right? And let things happen naturally.”
Harrison took a sip of his cocoa like it was cognac, letting it savor in his mouth before swallowing. Then, he leaned over and kissed my forehead with chocolate-scented lips.
“I’ll give it some thought, Paris,” Harrison said. “I can’t make any promises.”
I nodded slowly. It wasn’t the response that I’d hoped for.
But I could tell that it was the best response I was going to get for now.
19
Harrison – Thursday
In the days that passed since my last encounter with Paris – and our talk, about the future of ... well, whatever it was between us – I tried as hard as I could to do as I’d promised her, and think about it. I had been taking every possible opportunity to be around Paris. We hadn’t slept together since, but we’d managed to steal a few kisses here and there. Hollie was usually home – she’d mentioned something about breaking it off with the guy whom she’d been seeing – so we didn’t have nearly as much time together, but I took advantage of every chance.
It made me feel like a scoundrel, but I couldn’t stop. It was wrong and immoral: Paris wasn’t just young enough to be my daughter.
She also just happened to be my daughter’s best friend, even if things between them had been noticeably cooler over the summer. I didn’t want to do anything to further disrupt Hollie’s life. She’d already lost her mother and had no idea of the true reasoning behind that, and I wasn’t about to enlighten her.
The last thing she needed was to discover that her best friend and father were sleeping together. Hollie was an only child – it wasn’t like she’d have a sibling to run to when she learned the truth, and I couldn’t imagine the hurt and betrayal that my daughter would experience if she were to ever find out.
That being said, I was starting to realize that I couldn’t imagine a life without Paris. She had completely changed me, and for the first time in years, I could feel my heart beating again. She was so beautiful and kind and sweet, and I loved that about her. I never wanted to be without her – and now, I was sure that she felt the same way.
What Paris had said about me being her hero had made me feel awkward and a little disbelieving. I was an old man, getting older by the day, and I wasn’t some strapping young guy anymore.
Then again, I had saved her.
Twice.
Now, I just worried that she was building me up too much in her head. I worried that I’d never be able to live up to the likely unrealistic expectations that her twenty-year-old mind had of me.
It was killing me. I never wanted to let her down or disappoint her, but I had a feeling that that would be inevitable were we to become seriously involved with each other.
And my distraction was becoming evident to others, too. I was sitting at work, with Steve, going over some of the leads that Angel had given us but my heart wasn’t in it.
“Man, you gotta snap out of it,” Steve said. “Whatever it is.” He gave me a pointed, knowing look, and I shifted my ass in the hard wooden chair.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Just feeling under the weather.”
Steve gave me another look. “Look, I’ve known you for a long time,” he said. “And I’ve never seen you this distracted. Not even when that bitch left you, you kept your head in the game.”
I held my breath, suddenly sure that he’d guessed my dark, deep secret.
“We’ll have rounded up the entire drug ring soon,” Steve said. “And thanks to the hard work you put in, I’m pretty damn sure that the charges will stick.” He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at me. “There might even be a promotion in store for you. Or me, if you can’t get your head out of your ass.”
I sighed. “It won’t be a problem,” I said. “Trust me on that.”
But it was a problem. Work was taking a backseat to my life, something that hadn’t happened in my entire career, and it was like no matter how hard to push Paris Malone out of my head, I just couldn’t do it. Sometimes I even fantasized about running away with her.
During my entire drive home, I kept thinking about Steve, and what he’d said. For years, I’d wanted to be promoted to head detective. Now I wasn’t so sure. Now, I was starting to think that maybe I could prioritize other things in my life. Hollie would be graduating soon, and starting med school. She’d be so busy, she’d likely need a lot of help and a place to live rent-free while she worked on her dream of being a doctor.
And Paris? Well, I had no fucking idea. I couldn’t believe that she’d kept the scholarship thing from me ... had she been worried that I’d be disappointed? It didn’t seem like nearly enough of a good reason to go into a sordid summer of sex work, but then again, she was a young woman. She worried about a lot of things, and she clearly didn’t have a firm grasp of the world yet.
I just hoped we could figure something out, so that she could go back to school for her last year of undergrad. Becoming a counselor would take more schooling, but nothing like Hollie, and I was convinced that Paris could make it. She was smart, and tough.
I got home and let myself into the empty house, calling out for Hollie or Paris as I walked into the kitchen. The sink was full of dishes, and I rolled my eyes, remembering Hollie’s pleas to me at the beginning of the summer. Oh, Dad, we’ll be so good, we’ll clean up after ourselves all the time, everything will be awesome, oh Dad, thank you!
Kids. Hollie was still a kid. And Paris? Despite her naivete and sweetness, she’d always had a backbone of steel that Hollie lacked. I guessed that it came from growing up in such a traumatic environment until I’d first rescued her, but maybe it was just that she was one of those people who had been born an adult, never a naïv
e little kid.
I was still thinking about that as I loaded the dishes in the dishwasher. When I heard the sound of the garage door opening, I grinned.
“Hey girls,” I called over my shoulder.
“Girls?”
The cold, feminine voice that replied to me made me freeze. Whirling around, I saw Krista, my ex-wife, standing there with the garage door opener in her hand.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t change this,” she said, waving it in the air and giving me a smile with a hint of guilt.
I rolled my eyes. “So, that’s where the other remote went,” I muttered. “I thought Hollie had lost it.”
Krista didn’t say anything. She looked around awkwardly, fiddling with the garage door remote in her hands.
“What are you doing here?” I asked finally. “New marriage finally break up? Or did your senior citizen husband die on you?”
Krista flushed angrily. She coughed and walked over to the kitchen table, the very table where I’d made love with Paris not a week before, and sat down.
“It’s about Hollie,” Krista said finally.
“Well?” I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms, like I was in the interrogation box at work. Krista had obviously been expecting me to join her at the table, but she didn’t say anything for a long moment.
“Well, she’s been talking to me about recommendations for med school and interning at the hospital where I work.”
I nodded. It was to be expected, although sometimes I forgot that both Hollie’s mother and stepfather worked in the medical field. I’d always assumed that Krista would quit working when she’d married the rich surgeon, and now I wondered if they’d signed a pre-nup.
“I’ve got a little problem,” Krista continued. “And I was really hoping you could help.”
I shrugged.
“My husband isn’t comfortable giving Hollie a recommendation,” Krista said. She flushed again and bit her lower lip. “He said that he barely knows Hollie, and well, that’s true. I mean, we didn’t get married until after Hollie went off to college. He’s really spent very little time with her.”