Desire: A Single Dad Contemporary Romance

by Hunter Rose

  When I sneak quick looks up, I can see Zac watching me closely. Almost as if nothing else in the world existed. He’s looking at me with such blistering carnality. “Fuck, you’ve nearly got my entire cock in your mouth,” he croaks.

  I need no further encouragement. I laugh to myself. How many times is he going to say that? “Hmm?” escapes my lips as I pull him deeper into my mouth, until I feel him hit the back of my throat. Moving back up his length, my tongue swirls around the end. Hearing him let off a continuous growl, I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, twirling my tongue round and round like I’m sucking a dicksicle.

  I had no idea that giving head could be such a turn-on. Watching Zac’s body thrash and spasm with wanton longing is just the greatest thing ever. I want to please you, Zac, so, so much. My eyes never once leave his and I marvel in the fire therein. Seeing Zac bite on his lower lip with such force that it turns white under his teeth, I intuitively know something momentous is about to happen.

  “Stella, I’m going to come,” he warns me. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, stop now.” Zac flexes his hips again, his deep blue eyes wide open, cautious, and filled with corporeal need.

  He needs me, needs my mouth. I can’t just stop now, so let’s see what happens. I’ve never been so far with a guy before, but it feels right with him.

  “Fuck, Stella.” Zac grips my hair. He pulls, moving with the motion of my head. “Ugh, yeah.” He lets go of my tresses and slumps back.

  I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of bizarre foresight, I bare my teeth. It tips Zac over the edge and he shouts out loud. He freezes until he is as still as a statue. I feel warm, salty fluid seeping into my mouth, heading to my throat. Not knowing what else to do, I swallow quickly, not wanting to miss a drop.

  One look at Zac as he comes apart and I know that it was the right choice to let him come in my mouth. When Zac releases one final squirt that I swallow, too, I release him and sit back with a triumphant and gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

  Zac’s breathing is ragged. He opens his eyes and glares at me. “Don’t you have a gag reflex or something?” he asks with amazement twinkling in his eyes. “Fuck, that was incredible.” He laughs happily as he moves his head towards me. “Come here, Stella. Come and get a kiss for the best damn fellatio ever.”

  I smile and deliberately bite down on my lip. Feeling a little embarrassed about what I just did, I bat my eyelids at him. I move closer and kiss him on the lips. “You tasted so good, Zac. It was incredible. I never thought that it could be so much fun.”

  Zac’s eyes open wide. He thinks a moment. “You haven’t gone that far before?” he asks with suspicion in his tone.

  “No way.” I can’t help but feel a small tinge of pride in my denial. Zac is the first guy I sucked off to completion in my life.

  “Unbelievable.” Zac stares into the space to my left and looks relieved. Seeing him, I feel even closer to him than ever. I can’t help but sense that he has placed some sort of ownership over me. The notion feels good.

  I giggle and squeeze his hand. “That good for a first time, huh?

  Zac snaps his head in my direction. “Good is the understatement of the fucking millennium. You, Stella, are a natural.” Laughing, Zac seems to be deep in thought for a few seconds. “Why me? I mean, what made you go all the way?”

  I shrug. “I guess the very moment I saw this,” I lift his semi-erect cock and bend lower to kiss it, “I fell in love at first sight.”

  Zac’s eyes are wide, disbelieving. “Well, then.”

  I laugh so hard at the surprise on his face that I nearly fall off the chaise longue, but then I get up to my feet. “I still got a lot of stuff to do today.” I wriggle my butt in his face as I bed lower to pick up my panties. “I’ll see you tonight?”

  “A deal’s a deal.”

  “Good, I’ll see you at Nobu at eight.” I gather the rest of my clothes and leave a rather surprised Zac in my wake. Not only you can play hard to get, buster.

  24

  Zacchary

  “Dad, why are you all dressed up?” Azure moves in on me like a homing torpedo. She comes to a halt next to me in front of the mirror in our bathroom. “Something’s going on, dad. What is it?”

  I smile. “I’m going for dinner, Azure.”

  Azure rolls her eyes, as though that is obvious. “I can see that. You never wear your leather brogues, a white shirt, and dress pants.” She studies me some more and she starts sniffing. Her face lights up. “You’ve finally used the cologne I gave you for your birthday. Wow, dad, you really smell good.”

  “As opposed to?” I ask, shaking my head.

  “Aw, dad. You always smell okay. It’s just that tonight you smell better than okay.” Azure nods her head happily. “As I said, really good.”

  “Well, I guess that’s something to be grateful for. My daughter likes the way I smell.” I laugh, making some final adjustments to my shirt.

  A frown takes over Azure’s forehead. “So, you’re going out for dinner and you’re all dressed up . . .” My daughter looks like her head’s going to explode as her mind works like crazy. “I’m not invited,” she continues. “You’re taking Holly out, right?” she blurts triumphantly. “About time, too, if you ask me. The poor woman’s been waiting for you to ask her on a date for like ages.”

  “No, not Holly . . . Stella.” I run the brush through my hair a few times. I smile when I think about what happened this afternoon. My dick still tingles with the aftershock of having received the best damn blowjob in my life.

  “Dad . . .”

  I can still feel Stella’s lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. I can still smell her womanly scent. It had driven me insane with lust. Fuck, that woman’s all over me. A brief smile flickers over my lips when I remember how sensuously I had behaved. Stella’s pussy had acted like a blossom and I was the bee seeking out its nectar. I buzzed in and sucked her dry. Although, I can still remember how wet she was after I came in her mouth.

  “Dad, have you been listening to a single word I’ve been saying?” Azure’s hands are on her hips.

  “Sorry, baby.”

  “So, what I’ve been saying is how can you go on a date with Stella when you only drove her home once and bumped into her randomly at her dad’s place?”

  Finished with my ablutions, I turn around. I place my hands on my daughter’s shoulders. “A bit more than that happened, Azure.”

  Detesting it when I touch her, my daughter pulls back. She rolls her eyes for the umpteenth time that evening. “How am I supposed to know anything if you don’t tell me, dad?” She places her hands on her hips, challenging me to speak.

  I guffaw. Azure’s worse than a nagging mother. “Okay, it’s like this. I gave Stella a tattoo and we spoke a while. After she left the studio, some guys harassed her, and I helped her and her friend out by getting rid of them and taking the girls home. End of story.”

  “Well, dad, you’re old enough to make your own decisions.”

  My jaw sags at my daughter’s presumption. Who does she think she is? My mother? I was just about to follow Stella’s advice and reprimand her for the eye rolling, but my girl’s manner gets me every time.

  “If you think that giving a woman a tattoo and taking her home is enough then go for it, dad.” Azure shakes her head in thought. “Stella’s real sexy and all, but Holly’s the safer bet,” my daughter says as she nods sagely. “Where are you taking her?”

  I frown. “Some place called Nobu.”

  This time, Azure’s the one to register her complete surprise. “Nobu?”

  “Yeah, what of it?”

  She burst out laughing. “And this from the guy who only goes to steakhouses. Wow, you must really like this Stella very much.” Azure whistles.

  I pleat my brow. “What makes you say that?”

  “Well, Nobu is not only super expensive, but they primarily serve sushi.” She’s still laughing, and the
sound echoes in the bathroom. “Good luck to the carnivore tonight.” Azure then girlishly repeats that I’m in love as she twirls around the bathroom.

  “And you know all of this why?”

  Azure places her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes again. “Dad, I do know things. Nobu is all over the celebrity magazines. I mean, come on.”

  “I see.”

  Finally, Azure looks me in the eyes fiercely. I recognize my own power in her gaze. “Have you got flowers for Stella?”

  “Uh . . . no.”

  Azure rolls her eyes yet again. By now the gesture is starting to really piss me off. To be frank it’s been getting on my nerves even more since I told Stella about it. “Dad, girls like it when you bring flowers. I’ll give you a B plus for the effort with your clothes, but no flowers brings your overall grade down to a C minus, sorry.”

  I look down at my outfit. “What’s wrong with this? You commented on it before. I should get an A plus for my clothing.”

  “Yeah, I did, but that was before I saw the spot on your shirt and the little hole on your dress pants, dad.” Azure rolls her eyes at me for the millionth time, and I’ve had enough.

  “Stop rolling your eyes, Azure. It makes you look like a constipated frog.” With a flicker of a smile because of my daughter’s surprise at my outburst, I storm out of the bathroom back to my bedroom. I can’t help but think that I’ve been trumped by a fifteen-year-old who probably assumes she has more knowledge on dating than I do. However, I said my piece about the eye rolling—that was good. As I change, I dread the prospect of having to eat raw fish that costs a small fortune. I mentally assign the various McDonald’s onto the map of L.A. in my head. I’ll need a burger later.

  25

  Stella

  Oh my God, he looks so good. I can’t take my eyes off Zac as he steps into Nobu’s Malibu branch. Like a true gentleman, Zac had offered to pick me up, but I had some stuff to do in the city before dinner, so I took dad’s limo into town.

  Zac smiles when he sees me perched at the bar. To be honest, I arrived a full one-and-a-half hours too early. Crystal had insisted we meet up here before the dinner with Zac to talk everything over. After that discussion, I think my best friend is in the wrong line of work. Instead of working in marketing communications, Crystal should join the CIA. Her interrogation had been relentless. I even had to go as far as telling her that I had the best orgasm in my life.

  This information really got Crystal going. After a few shots, she also coaxed a potential ‘Zac’s boyfriend material’ out of me, and after that, I could barely get Crystal to leave. She literally left only ten minutes ago. Somehow, I think that it would’ve sent the wrong message had Zac seen me with her.

  Watching the hunk of man approach me across the huge restaurant, I shake my head. I’m suddenly reminded of what we did this morning, and the way I sucked his cock like there was no tomorrow, how Zac had his head buried between my legs, forcing me to moan like a crazy woman. I feel the heat rise up to my face when I think about how I swallowed all that he gave me.

  Seeing him dressed in a pair of jeans, stonewashed and ripped in all the right places, I suppress a groan. I have no choice—he had me the moment I laid eyes on him. His plain white t-shirt looks so good on him. I’m grateful that Zac doesn’t waste his time wearing suits like most of the other guys I’ve gone out with. He looks so much cooler in his casual attire.

  “Hey, Stella. It’s great to see you.” Zac moves in and kisses me on the mouth as if we’ve been going steady for months. It feels so natural to feel his touch. My lips burn in protest when he moves away and sits down at the other side of the table.

  “Mm, long time no see, Zac.” I giggle, and it sounds stupid in my ears.

  “Yeah, I could’ve kept you busy all afternoon.” The words come out of Zac’s mouth like a lion’s roar. The sound raises the hair on my arms. Zac presses his lips together while he studies his surroundings more closely. “Looks like a nice place,” he says at last. “I bet it’s got great views of the Pacific Ocean in the day.” He points to the pitch-black water and the beach below.

  I smile. For a second, I feel as if I went a little ahead of myself by booking a table at one of L.A.’s trendiest eateries. Maybe Zac hates places like this and will think that I’m some spoilt blonde bimbo. It was part of our deal that I get to choose, but somehow, I feel that I should have gone for a steakhouse or something. “They have some of the best sushi in the city,” I say finally.

  “In the country, girl,” says Zane, stepping up to our table.

  Getting to my feet, I squeal my joy at seeing one of the head servers in the establishment. He responds in kind, acting out his part to perfection. I’ve eaten here so often that we think we know each other even though we don’t. I guess we just play the game everybody plays in these situations—Zane does his best to show everybody that I’m a regular, and I do my utmost to show everybody that he’s the guy in the know. I point him in Zac’s direction. “Zane, this is my date, Zac.”

  The waiter allows himself an appreciative glance at the fine masculine specimen getting to his feet before him. He barely gets time to lick his lips. Zac’s upon him like a hundred-ton juggernaut. He doesn’t hug him, but takes his hand in his, making Zane squeal at the force of his grip. “Good to meet you, Zane.”

  I have to stifle a laugh when I see my Zane nod nervously. “You’ve got quite a handshake, buddy.”

  Zac shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.” He gestures to me that I should sit down again. If Troy would have done the same, I would have ignored him, but Zac radiates such an aura of power that I don’t wish to disappoint him. “So, this place only serves sushi, huh?” asks Zac once we’re seated again. I hear a trace of disgust in his voice. Doesn’t Zac like sushi? Everybody likes sushi.

  It takes Zane a while to snap out of his little trance. When he’s finally used to Zac’s incredible looks and domineering personality, he begins to tell us the specials.

  “It all sounds great, but do you have any kind of meat here? A steak or something?” Zac hasn’t bothered to pick up the menu.

  “Of course, Zac. We have ribeye, chicken in a truffle sauce, or maybe a sixteen-ounce New York strip?”

  “I’ll have the New York strip.” Zac’s face lights up at the prospect. He shakes his head. “My daughter had me worried earlier that you only serve Japanese food.”

  Ignoring him, Zane frowns. “Generally, it’s for two people.” He turns to me. “Are you going to share, Stella?” I have to hide my disappointment. I wanted to have some sashimi and sushi. I really don’t feel like steak this evening.

  “For two? Maybe two children. I will take it alone. And besides, the reason we’re here is for Stella to get her sushi. She mentioned it nearly first thing this morning.” Zac starts to roll his eyes, and I know that when he realizes it, he has to stop himself from copying his daughter’s bad habit.

  I could’ve melted. The man sitting before me is so raw and manly and yet, he’s the epitome of gentlemanly grace when he wants to be. I realize that Zac’s considerate, not only as a lover but in other things, too. Apart from my dad, I’ve never known such a man. Troy’s a spoilt, selfish brat who would’ve insisted I share the beef with him. Zac really wants me to feel good and have a great evening. Thinking of him in this light makes me wet again. I wish he would’ve fucked me this morning, but we didn’t have protection. I blush when I think of the six condoms I have hidden in my handbag for later.

  Zane nods as Zac proceeds to tell him that he likes his meat rare. After a threat that if it doesn’t come that way, he’ll throw it at him, Zane retreats gratefully. “Why did he rush off so quickly?” Zac frowns. He lifts his arm, commanding the attention of another server in seconds. “What would you like to drink, Stella?”

  “I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay.”

  “Beer for me, please.”

  I watch Zac from across the table. He looks good enough to eat. We remain silent until the drinks are served. It’s a com
fortable silence. I let Zac look at the other patrons for a while. I assume that he doesn’t eat in places like this often. I swear to myself that the next time we go on a date, I’ll let Zac choose the venue.

  When the waiter leaves, Zac lifts his glass. “To us bumping into one another again.”

  I arch my eyebrows. “Is that what it’s called nowadays?” I swear that I can see Zac’s cheeks flush a little.

  He laughs. “The bumping part is yet to come.” Zac clinks his glass against mine and takes a large swig.

  I can’t wait for the bumping part to start. I’m ravenous, but I want nothing more than to get back to my or Zac’s place and fuck like crazy. I’ve never felt so physically drawn to a man before. “You sound very sure of yourself that we will be bumping later,” I say, wanting to tease him.

  “It would be fun, I’m sure,” he says, as he sips his beer thoughtfully. “I really needed that this morning. Fuck, you were good.”

  I feel the heat rise up to my head. I’m suddenly reminded of everything we did to each other. I feel drawn to Zac, but it’s not like we’re a couple or anything. The notion of us having done all those things still feels strange, so I take a big gulp of wine to sooth my burbling nerves.

  “We had a close call this morning, huh.” Zac laughs at the memory. “Miss Hutchinson, are you there?” He repeats the maid’s question a few times, then shakes his head and laughs again. “The color on your face went from pink to white in seconds.”

  I blush like crazy when I think about it. It would have been so embarrassing had she caught us. “You didn’t stop. You just kept doing what you were doing.”

  Zac flashes me one of his disarming smiles. He seems to be giving me more of those as of late. “You tasted so good, and I couldn’t stop.”