The Playboy

by Alice Ward

  Paisley laughed and held tightly to the spoon. While we worked, she leaned back against me slightly and I smiled. Things between us were getting easier every day.

  “Do you think she’ll like it?” Paisley asked as I took the chicken out of the oven. I placed the pan on the counter.

  “She will,” I said. “Don’t worry.”

  “Okay,” Paisley sighed. “If you say so.”

  “I do.” I smiled. “Now, what movie are we going to watch first?”

  “Brave!” Paisley said with excitement.

  “Oh, come on,” I moaned. “You’ve seen that a million times!”

  “Because it’s the best movie ever,” Paisley said with a seriousness that did not fit the situation. I laughed and turned to stir a pot of green beans cooking on the stove.

  “What about one of the new ones we rented?” I asked. “Isn’t that why we got them? To watch?”

  “Yes,” Paisley said. “But, you asked which one we should watch first. We can watch Brave and then one of the new ones.”

  “I see,” I said, nodding. “Makes sense.”

  “I know,” Paisley said. I grinned and continued stirring the green beans.

  “Here,” I said. I walked over to the cabinet and pulled down three plates. I set them on the counter and grabbed three forks and three butter knifes from the cutlery drawer. “Set the table real quick.”

  “Okay,” Paisley said. She jumped off the stool and grabbed the plates.

  “Use two hands,” I warned as she hurried toward the table. She slowed down and wrapped both hands more tightly around the plates. I smiled again and watched her lay each plate down in their proper spot.

  It happened so slowly that I almost hadn’t noticed, but my relationship with Paisley was becoming more natural than I ever thought it would. She was opening up to me, slowly revealing her emotions. The more she did, the more I realized how much like me she really was. We had more in common than just our looks. We thought the same, we felt the same, and we even talked the same sometimes.

  Even her nerves about this dinner were a reflection of my own. I felt a twinge in my gut at the thought of Tara coming over for dinner. I was just as worried as Paisley that Tara wouldn’t have a good time, but I hid it well. Only one of us needed to be anxious.

  As I watched Paisley set the table, I felt like a real father. After all those years of being absent from her life, I was beginning to think I had finally found my role. I was becoming the father I was always meant to be. Part of me thought Paisley felt it, too. She was too young to fully understand the complexities of our relationship, but I knew she was more comfortable with me than she’d been before.

  When Tara’s car pulled into the driveway, Paisley ran outside to greet her. I chuckled and wiped my hands on a dishtowel. Glancing around the kitchen, I made sure everything was in order. The table was set with plates and silverware. The chicken rested on my nicest serving platter with the mac ‘n’ cheese and green beans on either side. I set the dinner rolls on the edge of the table and got out glasses for each of us. Just as I finished filling the glasses with iced tea, Tara and Paisley came through the front door.

  “She’s here!” Paisley exclaimed. She hurried into the kitchen and immediately sat down at the table.

  “I see that,” I said. I looked at Tara and forgot how to breathe. She looked so beautiful I could hardly stand it. Her curly blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She wore jeans and a light green t-shirt that made her eyes look like emeralds. I’d never seen her dress so simply and the affect was amazing. She was gorgeous without even trying.

  “Hi,” Tara said. She stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I hugged her back and breathed in the smell of her hair. When she stepped away, I felt like I was waking from a dream.

  “So,” I said, trying to clear my head. “Should we eat?”

  “Absolutely,” Tara said. “It looks delicious.”

  “Well, Paisley made everything,” I said. “So, I can’t take credit for it.”

  “I did not,” Paisley said. She rolled her eyes and added, “Well, I did make the mac ‘n’ cheese.”

  “Mac ‘n’ cheese is my favorite,” Tara grinned.

  Paisley looked at me and gave me the thumbs up sign. I laughed and pulled Tara’s chair out for her. She sat down, and I hurried around the table to my own seat. I served the food while Tara and Paisley fell into an easy conversation that lasted throughout dinner.

  I barely spoke, but I didn’t mind. Listening to Tara and Paisley talk was better than any conversation I could have been a part of. I loved the effortless dynamic between them. Tara had already helped me so much with Paisley. I knew I wouldn’t have made it this far with my daughter without her.

  ***

  Dinner ended and we moved into the living room. While the girls set up the movie, I grabbed a bag of cookies from the pantry for us to share. We sat down on the couch, Tara sitting between me and Paisley. Paisley sat so close to Tara that Tara was forced to scoot toward me. We sat with our legs touching while we watched the movie and ate our cookies.

  By the time Brave ended, the cookies were almost gone, and Paisley’s eyes were getting heavy.

  “Are you ready for bed, kiddo?” I asked.

  “No!” Paisley said. She shook her head frantically. “We haven’t even watched one of the new movies yet!”

  “I told you we should have watched those first,” I reminded her.

  “But Brave is a classic.”

  Tara and I laughed, and I went to put on a new movie. When I sat back down, Tara leaned closer to me, and I wrapped my arm around her and Paisley. As the movie played, Paisley rested her head on Tara’s arm. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she fell asleep.

  With my arm around Tara, I brushed Paisley’s hair off her face and slowly smoothed it down her back. She was curled against Tara’s side with her little arms tucked beneath her. Instead of watching the movie, I watched her face while she drifted off to sleep. Tara held her tightly until I was sure she was out for the night. Reluctantly, I removed my arm from Tara’s shoulders and stood up.

  Gently, I picked Paisley up and laid her on my shoulder. She wasn’t heavy, but I was afraid to wake her so I moved slowly toward her bedroom. When I laid her down in bed, she rolled onto her side and mumbled incoherently in her sleep. I smiled and kissed her forehead, pulling the covers up around her.

  I turned the light off and closed her door softly. After waiting a few seconds to make sure she didn’t wake, I made my way back into the living room where Tara waited for me. She saw me walking toward her and stood up, the movie forgotten. I wasn’t even sure what we’d been watching. After Brave ended, I put something on to lull Paisley to sleep so I could be alone with Tara.

  It was all I thought about after we finished dinner. Being alone with Tara. As much as I loved my time with Paisley, Tara looked so beautiful that I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her for long. When I walked over to the couch, Tara wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. She held me against her for a few seconds without speaking. Her scent overwhelmed me. By the time she pulled away, I was breathing heavily.

  Tara looked into my eyes and moved her hands to my shirt. She unbuttoned each button slowly, taking her time as she went. She slid my shirt off my shoulders, and it fell to the floor in a heap. I couldn’t breathe. Tara’s hands were on my chest, tracing small circles over my skin. She still hadn’t said a word. Her eyes were fixed on my face, only moving to look at my half naked body.

  Tara leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to my chest. She kissed me softly, moving an inch each time she lifted her face. Slowly, she worked her way down to my stomach and licked me lightly. I shivered, feeling myself growing harder by the second.

  No woman had ever taken the time to tease me this way. Only Tara knew just what made me tick. We’d only known each other for a short time, but she already knew exactly which buttons to push to make me come alive.

  Tara’
s lips moved lower, and she knelt down in front of me. Her eyes moved back to my face. She looked deeply into my eyes while she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down off my waist. Next, she pulled my boxers down, leaving me standing in the middle of the living room completely naked.

  Tara took in my naked body with lustful eyes. She massaged her hands down my thighs while she looked at me. I trembled with desire. Her mouth was so close to my erection, and I wanted her so badly. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. She barely touched me, but I was completely captivated by her.

  Even fully clothed, Tara was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. In that moment, I knew I was a goner. This thing between us wasn’t just physical. I had fallen for her so hard I couldn’t imagine ever being without her.

  Her tongue trailed the length of my dick, and I moaned softly. She took me completely in her mouth, and I forced myself to remain silent. Her head moved slowly. She let her tongue taste every inch of my cock. It was almost impossible for me to keep from groaning. Every move she made felt amazing. My entire body was alive with desire.

  I brushed Tara’s hair away from her face while she worked. She moved faster, her hands wrapping around to squeeze my ass. I moaned and tightened my grip on her hair. If she kept this up, I would finish before the real fun could even begin. Tara didn’t seem to mind. She moved her lips back and forth, swirling her tongue around my erection. Her entire body rocked with each motion, and I knew she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

  Just when I was about to finish, Tara pulled away quickly. It was like she could read my mind or my body. I moaned in protest, but her lips were already on mine. She kissed me furiously and pushed me backwards onto the couch.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Tara

  Sean laid on the couch, his naked body drawing me to him. I could have stood there looking at him for hours, but I remembered we weren’t alone in the house. With a glance behind me, I thought better of my plan. Ravaging Sean in the middle of his living room wasn’t the best idea, not with Paisley sleeping just down the hall.

  “Should we?” I asked, gesturing toward Sean’s room. He nodded and jumped off the couch. He led the way to his bedroom with me hurrying right behind him.

  We stepped inside the room and Sean turned to grab me before the door was even completely closed. He lifted me off my feet and threw me onto his bed. I giggled softly when he crawled on top of me. His lips found mine, and he kissed me so passionately I felt my heart crack wide open. There was so much emotion in that one kiss that it left me breathless. When he pulled away, I felt close to tears.

  I tried to sit up, but Sean held me down with one hand. He shook his head and flashed a devilish grin.

  “Not so fast,” he said. “You had your turn.”

  “My turn?” I asked.

  “To tease me,” he said. “Now, I get to return the favor.”

  I groaned in protest, but Sean put his index finger to my lips. He lowered his lips to my neck and kissed me so softly it felt more like a tickle. I squirmed beneath him, but his hands held me tightly to the bed. He trailed his face down my body, not touching me until he reached the bottom of my t-shirt. There, he lifted the fabric off my stomach and kissed me softly. He slowly pushed my shirt up, kissing my skin as it became exposed.

  When Sean finally reached my chest, he lifted me slightly so he could pull my shirt over my head. He threw it to the ground and lowered his face to my breasts. He massaged one while he kissed the other. My bra was still on, and I felt constricted. As my nipples grew harder, I wanted to rid myself of the uncomfortable piece of clothing. I tried to strain around to unhook it myself, but Sean stopped me.

  He reached behind me and unhooked it with one hand, before pulling the straps off my shoulders. I shook it the rest of the way off impatiently, and Sean laughed at my eagerness. He let his tongue flick across my nipple playfully. His fingers pinched the other nipple lightly at first. Then he pressed harder, and my hips rose up on their own. Every inch of my body wanted him.

  He was poised above me, fully naked and teasing my nipples mercilessly. I suddenly hated my jeans. Anything that separated my skin from his was the enemy and I wanted it gone. I tried to silently convey my desire, but Sean was too busy torturing me to notice.

  I tangled my hands in his hair and tried to direct him downward, but he didn’t budge. I moaned in complaint and squirmed uncomfortably. Sean chuckled against my breasts. He knew exactly what I wanted.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “No,” he answered simply. He pinned my hands above my head and continued to taste my skin. He let his tongue travel freely over my breasts and my ribcage. He licked my stomach, sucking the skin on my hips between his teeth. I moaned and shook beneath him. I begged him to give me what I wanted, but he was having too much fun watching me writhe beneath him.

  Every new inch of skin Sean explored made me shiver uncontrollably. He touched me over and over again, but I never got used to the sensations he awoke inside me. I wanted him more than I ever had. I tried to pull my hands free so I could touch his body, but he held them tightly above my head while he worked.

  “Sean,” I whispered breathlessly. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

  Sean smiled against my stomach and silently obeyed my wish. He moved slowly, torturously slow, but he finally moved one hand down to unbutton my jeans. He pulled down the zipper and slid them off my waist. The second he let go of my hands, I took advantage of the situation. As he threw my jeans and panties to the floor, I pushed myself up so I could touch his naked chest.

  Sean laughed and shoved me gently back down on the bed. He grabbed my wrists quickly and forced them back over my head. I whined and wiggled, but Sean only laughed again and kissed my hips gently.

  I was making a fuss, but I didn’t mean any of it. Just the feel of Sean’s lips on my skin was enough to keep me satisfied for the entire night. I wanted more. Oh god, how I wanted more, but I was enjoying myself just as much as he was. Sean could have teased me for hours and I would have loved every single second of it.

  As his tongue licked the skin on my hips, he slowly moved closer to the spot I was so desperate for him to reach. I spread my legs for him, hoping he would hurry up, but he didn’t. He took his time, letting his warm breath wash over my most sensitive places. I moaned and bit my lip. It was easy to forget we weren’t alone, but I knew I couldn’t risk being too loud. If Paisley woke up, our night would be over.

  When Sean finally flicked his tongue across my clit, I jerked violently. My entire body came alive with a fire I didn’t know I possessed. He licked me slowly, letting every nerve awaken. As he moved faster, my breathing became more and more ragged. By the time he fell into a quick rhythm, I was thrusting my hips along with him. Every time his tongue hit me, I moaned and panted louder than ever.

  Finally, Sean released my hands and I tangled them in his hair. I wrapped my legs around his head and let the waves of ecstasy wash over me. I never wanted the moment to end. Sean looked so sexy between my legs, and he was making my body feel better than it ever had.

  When I finished, I turned and buried my face in a pillow. I wanted to scream, but I knew I couldn’t. Sean didn’t pause though. He moved his body so it was even with mine and turned my face back to him. He kissed me hard, his tongue sliding in my mouth. I moaned against him and wrapped my legs around his waist.

  Sean rubbed his cock against my wetness, and he shuddered above me. I pulled away so I could look into his eyes. They were dark with desire. He stared at me with a hunger I’d never seen before. I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

  With my legs wrapped around him, I silently begged him to enter me. I adjusted my hips so we were perfectly aligned. Sean got the hint and instantly obeyed. He reached down to guide himself inside of me. He moved so slowly that I felt every single inch of him. When he was finally all the way in, I threw my head back and moaned deeply. He wasn’t even moving yet and already, I was in heaven.

/>   Sean began to thrust. I was amazed by how slowly he moved. He clearly wanted to make our moment last as long as possible. Tonight wasn’t about animalistic desire. It was about something so much deeper. He was getting to know my body and my soul. Every time he moved, he watched for my reaction. I’d never felt so cared for in the bedroom. Sean wanted me to feel good. He was determined to give me an amazing night.

  Sean buried his face in my breasts and thrust harder. He grunted deeply with each movement, and I clawed at his back ferociously. I was so close to finishing for the second time that night. I couldn’t believe how alive my entire body felt. I could feel Sean inside of me and all around me. He overwhelmed all my senses and took me over completely. In that moment, I was no longer myself. We were one being, two halves of a whole. Without Sean, I wouldn’t have felt complete.

  Sean picked up the pace, finally unable to control his urges. He supported himself with his hands and rammed himself against me harder than ever. My eyes closed with pleasure. He moved so fast, I couldn’t be sure what I was feeling. My toes curled and I threw my head back against the pillow. I came so hard I jerked beneath Sean, but he wasn’t finished.

  My orgasm lasted longer than ever as Sean continued to thrust inside of me. I moaned and bit my lips so hard I tasted blood. I didn’t know how much more I could take. After two orgasms, I felt weak and vulnerable, but my desire was as strong as ever.

  Sean stared into my eyes and moved even faster. I shook violently, feeling every inch of him against every inch of me. Our bodies dripped with sweat, and when I came for the third time, I pulled his lips against mine. I knew if I didn’t, I would scream with pleasure and wake the entire neighborhood.

  When Sean finished, he convulsed inside of me and growled against my lips. He bit my bottom lip and clenched my hips between his fingers. He stayed inside of me until his waves of pleasure subsided.

  He fell beside me. I still shook uncontrollably. My entire body felt like jelly, but I didn’t care. I’d never felt something so intense before in my entire life. Even with Sean lying beside me, I still felt like he was inside me.