Single Dad Next Door

by Cathryn Fox

  Callused fingers cup my chin, and nudge it upward until we’re eye to eye. “I don’t know who the guy from you past is, and you don’t have to tell me anything, but goddammit, Rachel, he did a number on you, and if I ever got my hands on him…” His voice trails off.

  My heart misses a beat. “How do you know about—”

  He shakes his head and cuts me off. “I’m not him. I won’t lay a hand on you, Rachel.” I take in the blue of his eyes, the way they drop to my mouth like he’s dying for a taste. He clears his throat and adds, “Unless, of course you want me to.”

  I swallow. Hard. I left his house with the intentions of never touching him again and he told me once I said no to being with him sexually, he’d never ask. But the truth is, I want him again. I want to feel his arms around me. Want to feel his naked body next to mine. Just one more time.

  “Jaxon,” I whisper, even though what I’m doing isn’t smart or rational. This man has obviously put the pieces of my life together and figured out a thing or two about me when I was trying to stay under the radar.

  “Yeah.”

  “I want you to.”

  He takes in a huge breath, holds it for a moment, then exhales slowly. “Are you sure, Rachel? I need you to be—”

  I press my fingers to his lips and shift until I’m sitting on his lap. When he stops speaking, I place my hands on either side of his face, and instead of answering with words, I lower my lips to his. I open for him, and welcome his tongue. The deep groan that catches in his throat sings through me and arouses me even more. I want this. I want him. Right here, right now, in this moment. That’s the only thing I care about—and I can’t say that’s a good thing.

  He slides his arms around my back, and drags me closer, my breasts pressing against his wet chest as he centers his erection against my core, a good indication that he wants this, too.

  He holds me to him as he pushes from the pool and stands, and I wrap my legs around his back to hold on. From the east side of my house, where anyone can see into Jaxon’s backyard, a chorus of whistles reaches our ears. Jaxon breaks the kiss, a scowl on his face. “I think we’d better take this inside.”

  “Yeah, good idea.”

  “But first this.” He turns to glare at the guys whistling. “Just so you fuckers know. She’s mine and if you lay one hand on her or even look at her the wrong way, I’ll beat the living fuck out of every single one of you.”

  Nervous laughter fills the air, but from the way the group of freshmen are backing away from the side of the house, their voices lowering, it’s clear every drunk frat boy partying at my place has received Jaxon’s message loud and clear. Maybe they’re not so stupid after all.

  He looks back at me. “I’m sorry, Rach. You don’t like violence, I get that, but no one is touching you when you’re with me, and no one is looking. I’m not sharing any part of you with those assholes, or anyone else.”

  My heart pinches at his possessive behavior. Oddly enough, I’m not afraid this time. I actually feel cocooned in bubble of warmth and safety as he holds me close and displays the domineering side of him.

  I shiver and he must mistake it for being cold. “Let’s get you inside and out of these wet clothes.” He takes the steps up to the back patio, and opens the sliding door. I quiver again when he sets the lock, blocking out the rest of the world.

  “Warm shower?” he asks.

  I run my fingers through my damp hair. I really could use a shower to wash the marinara out. “As long as the tap doesn’t come off and I end up with a cold one again,” I say, and give a nervous little laugh. I’m not sure why I suddenly feel so edgy. We had sex two nights ago, but it’s oddly weird how this feels different…a little more personal. Maybe it’s because of the fight. Maybe it brought us closer in some way.

  Or maybe I’m just being ridiculous and reading more into this when I shouldn’t be.

  This is sex, Rachel. Nothing more, nothing less.

  He angles his head, like he can see right through me. “You okay?”

  “I am,” I say, and inch up to kiss him on the mouth. We’re both breathless when we finally break apart and he sets me on the kitchen table.

  “I fixed the tap today.” He steps back. “Arms up.”

  I do as he says and he peels off my ugly brown T-shirt. Air rushes over my bare skin, and I tremble. Jaxon’s nostrils flare as I sit before him in my bra and pants. “You did?”

  “Yeah, I didn’t want you taking any more cold showers.”

  “So you were pretty sure that I was going to use your shower again, I take it.”

  He grins. “Not really, but just in case.”

  He reaches behind me to unlatch my bra. “Well, that was very thoughtful of you,” I say quietly.

  His lids fall slowly, then lift again to reveal eyes that are just a little darker than before. “I don’t always think about myself, you know,” he informs me, but there is a teasing warmth behind his words, one that tells me the conversation has shifted to something a little more...intimate.

  Truthfully though, he doesn’t have to tell me that he’s not selfish. I’ve seen him with his daughter, and he jumped to help me when my car broke down. “I know you don’t always think about yourself.”

  His chin raises, and hungry blue eyes meet mine as he releases the button on my pants. “Sometimes I do, though. Sometimes I think only about myself.”

  My nerves fire, come to life under his ravenous gaze. “You do?”

  “Yeah.”

  I wet my suddenly dry bottom lip. “So tell me, when you’re thinking about yourself, what exactly are you thinking about?”

  He lifts me from the table, drops to his knees and drags my pants down my thighs. My entire body vibrates when the backs of his knuckles skate over my skin, his hairs abrading my flesh. He stands, and the rough pad of his thumb brushes my swollen clit through my panties.

  “Lately, I’ve been thinking about this,” he says, and slides my panties down until my sex is exposed. He goes to his knees again, taps my leg and I lift both feet, one at a time, allowing him to remove the rest of my clothes.

  “This?” I ask and arch my brows. “You might have to be more specific. This can refer to a number of things.”

  He widens my sex with his fingers, and strokes my clit. “Right here, Rachel. I’ve been thinking about your hot pussy, and all the things I want to do with it.”

  “O…ohh,” I say, shivers of need making it a bit hard to stay upright. I brace one hand on the table to keep myself vertical. He stands and I moan, my sex desperate for his touch. “I’ve also been thinking about this.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, then shoves it inside like he did the last time we were alone. I suck him in, swirl my tongue around the rough pad. Our eyes latch and lock, the heat between us tremendous.

  He pulls out and his tortured, needy growl reaches my ears and urges me on. “You’ve been thinking about putting your thumb into my mouth again?” I tease.

  “No. I want my cock in here,” he says, his words blunt, and unapologetic. “This mouth of yours is sinful and I want you to suck me off while I fuck it, Rachel. I want to be buried balls-fucking-deep in your throat when I shoot a load off.” His breathing changes, becomes labored, and his nostrils flare like he’s a bull ready for the stampede. “I want you to take me in, all of me, and I want you to swallow every fucking drop of my cum. Then I want to take you everywhere, fuck every sweet inch of you. That’s what goes through my mind when I’m being selfish,” he adds.

  It takes a minute for my lust-drunk brain to catch up, absorb all his dirty thoughts. Holy God! I might be in over my head with this guy. You already knew that, Rachel. Despite that, I drop to my knees, and say, “I think you should be selfish more often.”

  “What are you doing?” he asks and grips my hair.

  I tug on his boxers, and his hard cock pops free. “Mmm,” I moan, never more eager to pleasure a man orally. Honest to God, knowing this is what he thinks about, fantasizes about…well,
that’s a complete turn on.

  The grip on my hair tightens, as I lean forward and take him to the back of my throat. I choke a bit, and he tugs like wants to inch out, give me air, but the hell with that. I want him to choke me. I want to take him as deep as I can, and then some. Yeah, I get that I can’t take all of him. He’s too big for that, but dammit, I’m going to do my best to fulfill all his selfish needs.

  “Rach,” he says, his voice soft when I choke again. Undeterred, I loosen my throat muscles and slide him down farther. He stretches me, but I love every second of it. Truthfully, I’ve never taken any man so deep, and from the way Jaxon is growling, cursing, jerking his hips and gripping my hair, I’m guessing this is a first for him, too. Knowing that fills me with female prowess, because strangely enough, I want to do a lot of first things with my hot neighbor.

  “Jesus, fuck,” he grumbles, and I cup his balls, massage gently. They tighten in my hands, and I work my mouth over him fast, my free hand gripping his base and moving in tandem with my hungry mouth. Pre-cum spurts from his crown, and I swallow the salty tang. I inch back slightly, to release the moan caught in my throat. My needy little sounds seem to make Jaxon a little bit needier.

  “You’ve got the nicest fucking mouth,” he says and moves my hair from my face, to watch his cock slide in and out of it. “I’m right there, Rachel. I going to fill your throat with my cum if you don’t back off.”

  I secretly smile, and slide one hand around his ass to stop him from escaping. I rock against him, and he in turn rocks in to me. Never in my life had I wanted to please a man so badly, to make this so good for him. He gives up on trying to pull out, and when I feel blood rushing through his swollen veins, I go still.

  “Yessss…” he growls and lets go, his hot seed filling my mouth and throat. I keep my mouth open for him, and gulp and swallow, wanting every drop of him inside me. His breathing is rough and ragged and he clutches my head with both of his hands to keep me from moving. He continues to spurt, and I continue to swallow, until he’s completely depleted, and panting hard

  “Rach, holy fuck, Rach,” he finally says, and drops to his knees in front of me. “I can’t…I don’t even…” His dark gaze rakes over my face, his eyes puzzled, perplexed. “That was…Jesus.” He runs shaky fingers over my mouth to wipe away the moisture.

  My pulse beats triple time against my neck. I love seeing him unglued like this. “Sometimes it’s fun to be selfish,” I tell him.

  “Yeah but you didn’t have to—”

  I press my finger to his lips. “Did you ever stop to think I was being selfish, too? That I might lay in bed and think about how much I’d like to have your cock in my mouth.”

  He blinks, and his head goes back like he’s in total disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Would I kid about something like that?”

  “I just…never thought…”

  “I loved you fucking my mouth, Jaxon.”

  He exhales slowly and shakes his head. “You’re really…wow…I’ve never met a woman like you, Rach.”

  “Since we’re being honest, I should probably let you know, there are other things I think about too when I’m being selfish.”

  He dips his head, the bewildered look gone from his face, deep seated lust moving in to take its place. “Tell me,” he demands in a soft voice.

  He shimmies closer to me, and his cock flinches against my stomach. I gasp, hardly able to believe he’s getting hard for me again so soon. He just came in my mouth. Is this what I do to him?

  “I think about your mouth on my body, kissing me everywhere, and your fingers, well, they’re always on me…inside me…totally corrupting me and turning me into one of those dim-witted moths like my roommates.” A fine quiver moves through me, and Goosebumps break out on my skin.

  Before I even realize what’s going on, I’m in his arms and he’s stomping down the hallway. He steps into the bathroom, kicks the door shut behind us, and sets me on the counter. I chuckle when he steps away from me, and turns on the hot water.

  “Something funny?” he grumbles.

  I point to his wet shorts, which are still around his thighs. How could he even walk with them like that? “I was in a hurry,” he says and kicks them off. “When a girl tells you she wants your mouth on her and your fingers inside, you don’t stop to worry about anything else.” He crooks his fingers. “Now get over here, so I can corrupt you.”

  I slide off the counter, my body so eager and ready for this man. Maybe too eager, too ready. It’s almost a bit scary how much I want him.

  He ushers me into the shower, lets the hot water pour over my body, then spins me around until I’m facing the back tiled wall. He slides a foot between my feet and a needy little whimper catches in my throat as he widens my legs. He puts his mouth near my ear, his breath hot on my neck, and my body fires when he whispers, “Don’t even think about closing them.”

  I shiver at the warning, the way he’s taking command of my body. By rights, it should frighten me, but I only feel safe in his arms. He runs his fingers down my arms, and captures both of my hands. “If you want me to corrupt you, then we’re doing things my way tonight,” he whispers, as he takes my hands, splays my palms, and presses them into the wall.

  I whimper, never having felt so wide open to anyone before. “Jaxon,” I murmur.

  “Just like that, Rach. Wide open and mine to ruin.”

  My chest heaves as he slides a hand around my waist, pulling me back a bit from the wall. As I tip my ass to him, my hands slide a little lower on the wet tile. The scent of his soap reaches my nostrils as he lathers it in his hands, and the wait is pure freaking torture.

  “Touch me…” I whisper, a desperate sort of plea that pulls a chuckle from him.

  “Aren’t you a needy girl? Anxious to have my hands on you.” He puts his mouth near my ear again. “My hard cock in you.”

  “Yes,” I say without hesitation or embarrassment. What has this man turned me in to?

  “I shouldn’t make you wait, not after the way you sucked my cock, worshipped it. You should be fucking rewarded for that.” He places his hands on my back, and the leans into me as he reaches for my tits. “Oh yeah, you should be given anything you want after letting me fuck your mouth like that.”

  I swallow, and I’m sure I’m going to climax from his dirty words alone. “Jaxon,” I moan and arch into his touch as he swipes his thumbs over my nipples. The pleasure travels through my body, pulses between my shaky legs.

  “Do you have any idea how good you are with that sweet mouth of yours?”

  “No,” I say. With my ex, there was never a lot of foreplay. It was just sex, him taking what he wanted, fast and furious. “It’s not something I normally…”

  Oh, God, way to admit your lack of experience, Rachel.

  “You did that just for me, Rach.” His voice is so damn soft, and surprised, my heart tightens a little. For a big scary guy, probably the toughest guy I know, he sure knows how to pluck at my emotional strings.

  “Yeah. Just for you.”

  He goes quiet for a moment, and I move my hips, needing to get my mind back on my body—the pleasure his cock can give—and off the emotions this guy brings out in me.

  Big hands go to my hips, and slide over my ass. “Does your hot little pussy need my fingers?” From behind, he pushes his hand between my legs, and strokes my clit.

  “Yes….” I murmur, and move with him, rearing back and jerking forward as he plays with me.

  “You’re so wet. I think you need to come.”

  “I do,” I practically scream, and he chuckles. “It’s not funny.”

  “Not funny at all.” One big finger fills me and I give a moan of relief. “This what you need?”

  “It is,” I manage to say. He pulls out, then slides a second finger in. I grip at the wall and try to get air in my lungs.

  “After you come for me, do you think you can take my cock? I’m so fucking hard again.”

/>   He wiggles his fingers inside of me, and I whimper. How is he so good at that? Then again, maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe last night when he blew out of here, he was meeting up with some woman. But that thought is for another time, when I’m not being finger-fucked.

  “Can I have your cock now?”

  “Can’t.”

  “Please, Jaxon.”

  “Fuck, girl. I want that too, but I don’t have a condom in here.”

  “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” His fingers stop moving, and need fills me. “Jaxon?”

  “I’m clean too, Rach. I’ve not been with anyone in a long time.”

  A little thrill goes through me. “If we’re both clean, and I’m on the pill, then we can fuck right now,” I say.

  “Yeah, I guess we can.” He removes his fingers and I practically scream hallelujah when he presses his crown to my pussy. “This is what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want to come all over my cock?”

  “Jaxon,” I groan. “I need your cock now.”

  His hands go to my waist, and his fingers bite into my skin as he powers forward.

  “Ohmigod,” I cry out as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. He pulls me off the wall, runs his hands over my breasts as he seats himself high inside.

  “Fuck girl, you feel good.”

  “So good,” I cry out and rotate my hips.

  “Oh, yeah, keep doing that.”

  I move my body some more, squeeze my sex muscles around the hard length of him. The man just came, but he’s hard and swollen, his next orgasm just around the corner, judging by the way he’s swelling inside me. He’s not the only one who’s close. He isn’t even moving, and small clenches are pulling at me. I lean forward again, press my hands to the wall, and offer myself up to him.

  A quiver moves through me as he slides out, only to slam back in again. “Fuck me,” I whimper, as he powers home. We moved together, lovers in sync, creating a rhythm and harmony that pushes me to the edge. I cling there, wanting to hang on, revel in each glorious thrust, but I can’t. I close my eyes, soar over the edge, and squeeze hard around his cock.