6+ Us Makes Eight_A Teacher and Single Dad Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  His eyes raked down my body as I uncurled my legs from my chest.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

  “More than anything I’ve ever been in awhile,” I said.

  “You know we’ll have to talk about why you came back. Why you just showed up on my porch,” he said.

  “And that’s fine. You deserve those answers.”

  “And you deserve someone who will treat your body with the care it deserves,” he said.

  His knee dipped onto the bed as I stood to my knees. He shuffled toward me, his hand rising up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed my tear away as my eyes danced between his, then his hands dropped to the hem of my shirt.

  “If you get uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me to stop. I will in a heartbeat,” he said.

  “I know,” I said. “I know you will.”

  Slowly, he lifted my shirt from my body. I kneeled in front of a beautiful man with only half my clothes on. My hands pressed into his chest as his arms wrapped around me, undoing my bra in one swift movement. My breasts hung against my skin as the piece of fabric fell to the bed, then I watched Travis’ face dip to my chest.

  He sucked one of my nipples between his lips as a groan peeled from my throat.

  My hands worked his shirt off his head, my fingertips running over his chiseled muscles. I couldn’t stop taking him in. The breadth of his shoulders and the strength of his chest. I watched his back flex with every move he made as his beard tickled its way down my body. His lips were heated against my skin, causing me to roll my hips into him without my coaching.

  Without my thinking about it.

  Looking into his eyes, he slowly slid my pants away from my body. Soon, I was bare for him, my skin on fire with the sparks he ignited against my body. His hands drifted up my thighs, shivering me to my core as I laid my head back down onto the pillow.

  I had an idea of what he was going to do next, and I braced for the sensations I had read about.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Just fine.”

  I felt his lips descend to my pussy and a shot of electricity jolted my abs. His hands slid my legs on top of his shoulders as my heels dug into his back. His tongue darted out, lapping at my pussy as my hands curled into the sheets.

  It was more than I could’ve ever imagined. Involuntary moans poured from my lips as his tongue flicked my clit. My heels dug into the sinewy strength of his back as his arms kept me positioned right where he wanted me. His tongue pressed into me as he lapped me up, swallowing down my juices. My hips rolled into him, bucking against his beard as fire burned through my veins.

  “Travis. Oh my gosh. What… I don’t… oh shit.”

  I had no control over anything. I didn’t know what I was saying, I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t know how I was feeling. All I knew was that stars bursted in my vision and my toes curled. My back arched off the mattress and Travis held onto me tighter than ever. My pussy burned, spreading a tightening ache all around my body. My jaw dropped and a groan shot out from my throat, filling the caverns of his bedroom as my pussy contracted time and time again.

  Travis moaned into me, his tongue lapping thick strokes of my slit as I shook against his face.

  I came down from my high, crashing to the mattress as Travis pulled away from me. He kissed up my body, leaving a wet trail straggling behind with his beard. He hovered above me, my eyes glassy with pleasure as he grinned down at me.

  In a fit of passion, I grabbed his hair and pulled him down to me, tasting myself on his skin as I kissed him.

  His arms wrapped around me and pulled me from the bed. He sat me in his lap, his massive cock dripping against my skin. I could feel him against my stomach, pulsing with need as my hands ran through his hair. It was much longer than I remembered. It cascaded almost down to his shoulders.

  “Was your hair this long before?” I asked breathlessly.

  Travis chuckled into my lips before he pulled back.

  “I had it up in a bun,” he said.

  “My father would hate that,” I said with a giggle.

  “Good, because I can’t honestly say I’m a fan of the man.”

  I looked down at Travis’ cock one last time and shook my head. It really was big, and I wasn’t sure if it would fit inside of me. I felt my body trembling at the idea as my hands slid down Travis’ chest, but then I felt his finger crook underneath my chin.

  He pulled my gaze up to his as a tear leaked out of my eye.

  “Not tonight,” he said. “You’ve experienced enough.”

  “But you haven’t—”

  “It’s fine,” he said. “I’ll survive.”

  “No, no. I mean there’s something I do what to try. I just… it’s not—”

  “I know,” he said. “And it’s okay. What is it you want to try?”

  I suddenly felt like I was put underneath a spotlight as my cheeks flushed.

  “I’ve never been asked that question before,” I said breathlessly.

  Travis dipped his lips down to mine and kissed me sweetly, pulling a moan from me before he cupped the back of my neck.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said.

  My jaw trembled as our foreheads connected. We breathed one another’s air, my body seated in his naked lap. I had never felt so vulnerable yet so protected in my entire life. I felt beautiful and wanted as I shook with the aftershocks of my pleasure. I smiled, burying my face into his neck as he held me close to him. He was so warm and so inviting, and I was embarrassed to ask him for what I wanted.

  But I knew I had to. If I was going to make a life for myself, I had to get used to telling people what I wanted.

  “I want to give you a blowjob, but I don’t know how,” I said.

  I heard him chuckle as he pulled away from me to look into my eyes.

  “I can walk you through it, if that’s what you want,” he said.

  “I do,” I said.

  “Okay, let me lay down then.”

  I slid from his lap and watched as his rock hard body laid down on the bed. His cock stood tall and proud, the head of it angry with denial. It was already dripping for me, leaking a clear fluid I wanted to taste. I sank myself between his legs like he did mine and darted my tongue out, capturing the drop within my mouth as he groaned.

  I shot my eyes up just in time to watch his eyes roll back.

  “I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” I asked.

  “No, no. Not at all,” he said. “Not at all.”

  “Okay,” I said. “How should I start?”

  “You’re not going to tell me how it taste?” he asked.

  I watched him pick his head up as another flush tainted my cheeks.

  “It was… different. Salty, but not terrible?”

  The grin on his face made me shiver as his hand reached down to cup my cheek.

  “Wrap your hand around the bottom of my cock,” he said.

  I propped myself up as I did what he asked.

  “I know I need to use my mouth, but beyond that I’m not sure. If you don’t like something, you have to tell me, okay? And if you want something different, just tell me. I know how this should work, but I’ve also read that everyone’s different.”

  “You’ve read?” he asked breathlessly.

  “Yep. Books are all I’ve had to educate me, so I’ve tried to read on lots of topics.”

  I dipped my lips down to the tip of his cock and slowly wrapped them around him. His hand tightened around my cheek, causing me to stop. Then his hand drifted to the tendrils of my hair and tangled up within them. There was something primal that cascaded through my system. Something that sent electricity shooting through my gut again. I sucked on his tip and ran my tongue around it as his legs tightened, a small groan falling from his lips.

  “Take in more,” he said.

  I slipped more of his cock into my mouth, adjusting to the taste. I sucked and licked, hollowing out my cheeks and trying
a few things I’d read. I traced my tongue around the edge of the head and felt his leg jolt. He groaned again, his hand tightening in my hair as I smirked.

  I did it again and his hand came down onto the top of my head, pushing me further down his cock.

  “More. More. Take more,” he said.

  I could feel my spit traveling down his cock and hitting the outside of my hand. I started moving my hand, pumping the base of his dick as his hips began to roll. I gagged a bit at his length, causing him to stop his motions.

  But it didn’t deter me. The sounds pouring from his mouth were just too good.

  I looked up at him and saw his eyes screwed shut. The pleasure wafting over his face made my tits rise to painful peaks. More of that clear fluid leaked from his cock, gracing my tongue with its saltiness. I took as much of his cock back as I could, stopping just before my gag reflex. I pumped my hand faster, feeling his fingers coil tighter within the tresses of my hair.

  “That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop, Ava. Keep going.”

  I picked up the pace, pumping faster and squeezing my palm around him as my tongue got to work. My jaw ached and my lips were swollen. My scalp was on fire with how hard he gripped me. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel what I had just felt at the mercy of his tongue. I wanted him to lose control. To feel the kind of pleasure that had cascaded throughout my body.

  I wanted to hear my name again. And I didn’t even know why.

  I sucked him down one last time, hollowing out my cheeks and gripping his cock. His hips rose off the bed, sounds getting caught in his throat as I felt his cock pulse. Once. Twice. Three times. And that third time I felt my mouth being filled with something.

  “Ava. Shit. Holy fuck.”

  His hips were off the mattress and his body shook. His hand tugged at my hair as my mouth was filled with his hot cum. I tried swallowing it down. As much of it as I could. But some of it leaked out onto my hand as I pulled it away.

  “It’s okay. It’s okay. You don’t… have to… shit,” Travis said.

  I allowed the rest of it to leak onto his skin as his cock began to rest between my lips.

  I released him with a pop as his hand fell from my hair. My jaw throbbed and my lips burned, but it hurt so wonderfully. I scooted away from his body and looked up at him, watching a small sheen of sweat glisten on his rippling chest. Travis looked beautiful, sprawled out for me like that.

  I crawled up his body, leaving kisses just like he did me. I got to his lips and hovered over them, his eyes opening to catch mine. His hand grasped the back of my head and pulled me down, my body covering his.

  Then he turned us off to the side as his arms blanketed me, our bodies ready for sleep.

  Twelve

  Travis

  I woke up the next morning with a girl curled up next to me that I hardly knew. A beautiful, vibrant, ignorant virgin who came from one of the most powerful families in all of Washington State. After we had coffee a few days ago— and after feeling as if we had been watched— I dove into her background. I used all the avenues I had at my disposal to research the young woman known as Ava Lucas.

  But I had to look no further than my father.

  I guess I’d kept myself ignorant to the idea that she was related to the Lucas Family because of what they were trying to do. Her father was the man that owned Breathline Energies. He was the man that had tried to slaughter my father’s name to the public just to get their hands on our land. They were the ones wanting to build the gas pipeline through all these beautiful mountains.

  Ava’s father was the one sending scouts into the mountains that my brothers and I were firing off warning shots toward.

  Having her here was dangerous. Having her in my home was dangerous. But having her in my bed? That was treasonous. Ava’s family was powerful, and that was why we never talked about our wealth openly to people around here. Because we never knew who was going to be related to those people. Because we never knew who would just come stumbling up on our fucking doorsteps.

  Having her here was a mistake, plain and simple. But as I rolled over and covered her soft, supple body with mine, it was hard to see it that way. The gravity of last night dawned on my as I kissed along her shoulder. I had brought pleasure to this beautiful stranger of a woman that she’d never felt before. Her lips, virginal in their touch and warm with her desire, had been tainted for the first time with my cum.

  My body sparked at the remembrance of it all.

  She was immobile. Fast asleep next to me with her long, beautiful brown hair in her face. I kissed the nape of her neck before I slid from her body, resigning myself to breakfast. I pulled on a pair of flannel pants and pulled my hair back, then set off for the kitchen.

  I stood at the stove, scrambling eggs and cooking bacon. I pulled everything off the stove and made a fresh pot of coffee. Small footsteps padded down the hallway and I turned, watching as Ava emerged.

  In nothing but my shirt from last night.

  “Morning,” she said sleepily. “What smells so good?”

  Her eyes fluttered up to mine as my cock grew against my pants. I turned myself around, resigning myself to the reality I saw running behind her eyes. I was a new experience. A risky decision. I was a getaway from the life she lived. Possibly a stop on her way to something greater. And I was okay with that. That was enough for me, having her here for a night or two. Even if I could only help her getaway. Even if all I could do was spark the slightest bit of hope and give her the slightest bit of control, that was enough for me.

  Because that was all I could handle after everything I had been through.

  “Eggs, bacon, and coffee. Want some toast?” I asked.

  “Oh, no. That’s fine. I was just wondering. It smells really good,” Ava said.

  “Sleep well?” I asked.

  “I can hear your grin,” she said.

  “As long as you slept well, that’s all that matters.”

  “I did, thank you.”

  “How are you feeling?” I asked.

  When she fell silent, I turned around to find her. She stood against the kitchen counter, her eyes locked onto my body. They danced around my chest, taking in my muscles as I rolled my shoulders back. Her tongue darted out, drawing her bottom lip in as she bit down on it.

  I grinned at the sight before I turned and grabbed us some mugs.

  “You a coffee drinker?” I asked.

  “I am when no one’s looking,” Ava said.

  “How do you take it?”

  “You don’t remember from the coffee shop?”

  “Is that one of my requirements?” I asked.

  “Nope, I’m just picking with you. Cream and sugar, not too much of either,” she said.

  “Sit down. I’ll get you a plate.”

  “Do you need any help with anything?”

  I turned around and noticed her eyes dancing around my kitchen.

  “Ava, look at me.”

  Her eyes found mine once again and her blatant innocence shook my knees. She was beautiful. Untouched until she came bounding up on my doorstep last night. I knew I needed to ask why she was here. I knew I needed to figure out what the hell was going on with her. But something inside of me told me to bite my tongue on the matter.

  “You are not obligated to do anything here you don’t want to do. If you want to help, help. If you want to sit and stare off, then sit and stare off,” I said.

  Her face crinkled up in confusion. Like I was throwing her some sort of foreign concept.

  And it killed me that I was. To her, doing what she wanted was just as foreign to her as the Tagalog language was to me. Making her own decisions was just as alien of an idea to her as sex. She understood what it entailed. She understood that other people could do it. But when it came to her, she had no idea how the concept personally operated.

  “I’ll… sit down then,” she said.

  “Coffee’s almost ready.”

  “Could I… change something?” she a
sked.

  I turned my gaze over toward her as she lost herself in thought.

  “Could I just do cream? In my coffee?” she asked.

  I put down the spoonful of sugar and added a bit more creamer.

  “Of course you can,” I said. “All you have to do is ask.”

  Thirteen

  Ava

  I enjoyed being at Travis’ cabin. He was interesting to talk to and a comfort to be around. I felt like I could be myself and make my own decisions without him judging me for them. We ate breakfast together in silence as I studied him, and every once in awhile his eye could catch mine. I enjoyed the way he made me feel. His eyes would rake down my body when he thought I wasn’t looking, pulling from me a desire I hadn’t ever felt before. The pleasure he had washed over my body last night had taken my breath away, but it also started my mind whirling with thoughts.

  Him making me communicate to him about what I wanted got me thinking about other things I wanted. From life, from myself, and from my family. I knew I needed to get away from them, but I didn’t really want to. I would miss my brothers too much, but I had somehow convinced myself that my only course of action was to run. I had other roads. I could stand up to my father and tell him what I thought. I could tell him what I was going to do with my life instead of caving to his every notion. I could make a life for myself that still had my brothers in it instead of casting them aside as I fled to California.

  Plus, I had no idea what I would do when I got to California. I had no formal education and no knowledge of the culture there. I didn’t know what kind of people lived there or what kind of company I could build for myself. But there was one company I was knowledgeable about. One company I had grown up around my entire life. There was one company I knew I could have input in. One I could help.

  One I was born into.

  “Whatcha thinking about?” Travis asked.

  “Honestly? I’m thinking about standing up to my father,” I said.

  “That’s a pretty hefty goal from what you’ve told me about him in passing.”

  “I know, but the road I’m on now really isn’t one I want to be on,” I said.