“Is it that obvious?” His skin burns a little brighter and the pink spreads to his ears as he runs his broad hand through his dark brown hair. “I thought I had the single dad thing down, but Celeste, my daughter, she just started her first period and I have no idea what she needs,” his blue eyes slide over the assortment of pads and tampons and then lock on mine, silently pleading for guidance.
I tilt my head and smile; how could I not help out a single Dad in need? “Here, you can’t go wrong with this,” I pluck a box from the shelf and hand it to him. “She’s lucky to have a Dad that cares so much,” the smile tugging at my lips spreads even further when our hands touch. I clear my throat, “Anyway, I should go, my hot water tank is broken, so I’ve got to track down someone to fix it,” I force myself to look away from his chiseled jaw and his pink lips.
“You’ve just met him,” Grayson’s eyes light up and he seems to stand a little taller. “I’m a plumber, I can come over tomorrow and get you all fixed up, if you want?”
“Really? That would be amazing,” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice and it’s not just about the water. I’ve gotta admit, the idea of watching him use his, um, tools, on my…plumbing. Okay, that’s enough Addison, shut it down. “How much do you charge?” I can feel heat burn through my cheeks as I try to keep my wits about me.
“No charge, not after you helped me out. Besides, you’re my neighbor,” he smiles and I feel like a cold shower might not be such a bad idea after all.
“I can’t argue with that,” I answer. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” I cringe as I turn and find a checkout. My voice was too sing-songy. Too excited. I don’t care though, I buy my bubble bath and look over my shoulder at him before I retreat to my car, happy to have another excuse to spend time with him tomorrow. Things are finally turning around, and the heat is definitely being turned up.
Chapter 3 - Grayson
“Hey, Celeste, you alright?” I walk into the front hall and peek inside the living room where my daughter is still lying on the couch.
“Yeah, I’m good. You don’t have to look so worried, Dad. It’s just my period. It’s not like I need my leg amputated or something,” she smiles up at me from the couch.
“I’m not worried,” I shrug it off with a lie. “I’m the cool dad, remember?”
“We’ve been over this,” she gives me an exaggerated sigh, “you can’t give yourself a nickname. Not ‘Cool Dad’, not ‘Awesome-o’, and not ‘Captain Handsome,”’ she shakes her head.
“Fine,” I concede. “Well, someone got you the stuff you need, I’m not saying it was ‘Cool Dad’ necessarily, but I’ll just say I heard from ‘Captain Handsome’ that it might have been him,” I hold up the bag and Celeste laughs, stands up and grabs her supplies.
“Thanks,” she disappears down the hall to the bathroom.
“No problem, kiddo. Hey, do you want some tea or a hot water bottle or something? How can I help?”
“By not worrying,” she calls back over her shoulder and closes the bathroom door behind her.
She’s got me there, I am worried, but not about her period. More about what it represents. Celeste is growing up. Soon she’ll be bringing home boyfriends, going to her first unsupervised parties, keeping secrets. Am I ready? Is she really going to confide in her father when teenage drama begins to creep into her life? Is she going to tell me about her mistakes? About her heartbreaks?
I know we’ve been close her whole life, but for the first time since she was born, I’m worried that I might not be enough.
“I’m kinda tired, Dad,” Celeste comes out of the washroom and interrupts my thoughts. She looks wiped out, I can’t blame her, it’s been a day.
“You heading to bed, hon?” I search her face for clues. Does she need to talk? Is she okay with all of this? I definitely don’t want to be some kind of hover parent, overreacting to everything, but I don’t want her to feel isolated or confused either.
“Yeah, I’m gonna call it a night,” she closes the space between us and stands up on her tippy-toes, reminding me of when she was three and used to dance on my toes, pretending to be a princess. Celeste gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and walks away, “Goodnight Dad.”
“Goodnight hon.” I smile weakly.
“Oh, and Dad?” She stops at her bedroom door and looks down the hall at me.
“Yes?”
“Quit worrying,” she smiles at me before she goes into her room.
She’s right. All I can do is keep trying to be the best father I can. It’s worked so far. Celeste is a good kid, whatever the future brings, we’ll work through it. That’s what family does.
I rub my hand over my jaw and sigh, exhaustion hits me like a ton of bricks and I decide that crashing for the night isn’t a bad idea. It’s been a long day, I think a hot shower and some pillow time are exactly what I need.
I go down to my master bathroom and turn on the water, letting it get steamy as I strip down. My gaze wanders as I get lost in thought. I don’t even realize that I’m staring out the window until the light turns on in the house next door. I jump at the unexpected burst of light, but don’t avert my eyes when I see Addison walk into the room.
My eyes travel over her kinky, black curls and her radiant, mahogany skin. I let my gaze slide over her large, round tits and down to her soft belly, continuing down her full hips to her plump, sexy ass. She’s perfection. I watch as she slides some balm over her thick lips and presses them together. The thoughts start out innocently enough, about how I want to kiss those lips. How I want to suck her fleshy bottom lip into my mouth and tug on it as my hands travel her curves. How I want to watch her lips kiss a trail down my body, slowly exploring a path down to my cock.
I blink and look away from the window, pulling the little string that drops the blinds down. My cock throbs with need as I step into the shower and let the hot water trickle over me. I can’t get the fantasy out of my mind, Addison on her knees in front of me, her lips surrounding my huge cock as she tries to take it inch by inch into her mouth.
My hand wraps around my thick shaft and I close my eyes as the water rains down and pours off my body in little streams. I jerk my hand in slow, long strokes as I let the fantasy unfold in my mind. I can see her dark chocolate eyes looking up at me as her mouth brings me closer. My strokes get shorter and faster as I imagine her hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard on my fat dick. My orgasm shudders through me, leaving me tired but satisfied, leaning against the cool tile.
I need to get to bed. It’s been a long day and tomorrow probably will be too. I’ve got to fix Addison’s hot water tank, not that I mind. Any reason to get to know her better, any excuse to spend more time with her is fine by me.
As I towel off and throw some pajama pants on, I realize I’m excited about what tomorrow will bring. I’m excited to see Addison again. My head hits the pillow and my thoughts begin to swirl in lazy, warm breezes as sleep begins to overtake me. I don’t think I’ve looked forward to spending time with any woman this much since… well, since Brooke.
Chapter 4 - Addison
“Hey, thanks for coming over, you’re a life saver,” I run my hand through my coarse hair and smile up at Grayson.
“Well, I don’t know about that, but I’ll see what I can do.” My breath hitches in my throat and my heart is thudding in my chest as I soak him in. I know I’m staring, but the way his plaid, button-up shirt ripples every time he moves his broad, sculpted shoulders is distracting. Almost as distracting as the way his fitted jeans cling to his muscular legs and his tight ass, not to mention…Oh my!
I can feel my eyes grow wider as I bite my lip to try to keep my mouth from dropping open. Damn! Is that bulge for real? Heat kisses my entire body, especially between my legs.
“Can I come in?” He looks past me into the house.
“Of course!” I tear my eyes from his, um, package and open the door wider and sweep my hand out, inviting him, “I’m so spacey today, I think I didn’t
have enough coffee.” I try to make excuses, “Please, come in!”
I step back and watch his firm, round ass as he begins to untie his boots.
“Don’t worry about them,” I wave off his efforts. I’m not fully unpacked yet, so just keep them on. Here, I’ll show you where the hot water tank is.” I guide him down the stairs to my basement, afraid that if I stand by him for one more minute, I’m going to make a total fool of myself.
“Sure, sounds good,” he follows me down the creaky stairs and over to the busted heater.
I watch him as he examines the piping and peers at the joints. “Yep, here’s the problem,” he points to an elbow in the brown tubing over the top of the tank.
“What’s wrong?” I squint at it, not having much idea of what he’s talking about.
“It looks like this pipe was threaded wrong, see how this isn’t snug here?” He points at the pipe, but I can’t stop staring at his beautiful blue eyes.
“Mmhmm,” I agree and force myself to flicker my gaze over.
“I need to replace the pipe and the joint here, but that’s no biggie. I’ve got the stuff I need in my garage. Do you know how to shut off the water?”
“Hmmm?” I feel like I’m listening to someone underwater. His words seem slower and less defined.
“Can you shut off the water while I get the stuff I need to fix it?” He levels me with his stare.
“Yup, I can. Sure, no problem,” I give my head a shake and try to pay attention.
“Great,” his smile makes my feeble attempt to stay focused damned near impossible. “I’ll be right back.”
Grayson takes the stairs out of the basement two at a time and I watch his snug jeans leave little to the imagination as he goes.
I find the valves for the water and twist them all the way shut just as Grayson makes his way back down here.
“Okay, this should do the trick,” he holds up a copper tube and a new elbow in one hand and lays the toolbox he has in his other hand down on the floor. “If you don’t mind, could you give me a hand here? I’m going to need a bucket for the water that’s still in the line to empty into.”
“Yeah, sure,” I search around the room and pick up an old mop bucket from behind some boxes, placing it by his feet.
“All right, I’m going to open this line slowly and let the pipe drain,” he informs me.
I pretend to have some kind of clue about this stuff. If there’s ever been an inspiration to learn, it would be the way he is looking at me right now.
Grayson twists his wrench and it makes a hissing sound like an angry snake before water begins to spray out everywhere like a geyser.
“What the hell?” He yells over the rushing water, “I thought you turned it off!” The water explodes everywhere, soaking his clothes and mine.
“I thought I did!” I yell back. “I turned it the whole way. It’s over there!” I point at the valves and try to wrap my hands around the mini fire hydrant soaking my floor.
“I’ll get it!” He leaves me to do damage control and in seconds the water pressure drops down to a trickle.
“You had it turned up the whole way,” he shakes his head and drops of water fling onto his cut jaw.
“Sorry, oh my God, I’m so embarrassed,” I run over to my dryer and grab some towels, racing back I pat him down with one before dropping to my knees and trying to clean up the floor.
Grayson is busy replacing the piping while I attempt to mop up the lake on my floor when I turn my head and realize that my face is probably an inch from that huge bulge I noticed earlier.
Except this time, the water that soaked his jeans is making them like saran wrap, perfectly defining the belled head of his long, thick cock. I don’t mean to freeze. I don’t mean to stare. I certainly don’t mean to lick my lips. I’ve never seen a cock so huge. Not in person. My heart beats faster and I fight my instinct to reach out and grab it. To feel it in my hand. The veiny ridge of it. The weight of it.
“Okay, I’ve got that all fixed up,” Grayson looks down and seems to notice for the first time the position I’m in. His eyes lock on my face. More specifically, my lips.
Did I just see it twitch? With a dick that big, I feel like I could almost sense the air shift around my face as his cock grows fuller and harder.
“Okay, um, you should probably test the water and see if it’s working,” he says it too loudly and I jump from the slick floor too quickly. Both of us trying to push away the obvious thoughts. The undeniable desires.
“Sure, I’ll go check,” I can’t look him in the face, instead I race up the stairs and twist on the hot water in my kitchen sink. It takes a minute, but the water gets warmer and warmer until a bit of steam surrounds the stream.
“It’s fixed!” I call out excitedly.
Grayson comes upstairs, still soaked. I realize for the first time that we are both completely drenched to the bone. He walks over beside me and thrusts his hand under the tap, testing the water on his skin.
“Great,” he murmurs.
He’s so close to me, if I turn a quarter inch our mouths would be kissing distance apart. Neither of us tries to back away.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Not a problem,” his voice is low and thick.
“I should probably get cleaned up,” I look up at him and a shiver runs through me when his eyes meet mine.
“That shouldn’t be too hard now. I bet you’re looking forward to that first shower,” he doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s slowly studying my curves. My nipples turn to pebbles and the heat between my thighs blooms.
“You can say that again,” I look up at him from under my eyelashes. “Would you care to join me?”
Grayson turns toward me and grabs my shoulders tight, his lips crush mine in a deep, urgent kiss. I gasp into his mouth as he presses his thick shaft against me, tempting me, teasing me. My body buzzes with excitement, like every nerve is being charged with electricity, like every cell in my body has come alive.
Grayson breaks our kiss and looks down at me. “I thought you’d never ask,” he smiles.
I grasp his hand and lead him upstairs, ready to finally take my first and most memorable shower in this house.
Chapter 5 - Grayson
Addison tugs my hand, leading me up the stairs and down the hall to her bathroom. I sneak a peek into the rooms as we go past them and my cock throbs with burning need as we pass her bedroom and I remember the fantasy I had of her last night. Who said dreams don’t come true? I smirk to myself as she opens the door and quickly gets the water running in the shower.
When she stands up to face me, I can’t hold back anymore, I push her back against the wall, cupping my hand behind her head so I don’t crack her skull with the force. Pinning her with my hips, my fingertips thread her tight curls and I kiss her hungrily.
“I think I saw you checking this out earlier,” I grab her hand and place it on my rigid shaft, “you think you’re ready for all this?” I growl in her ear.
Addison’s eyes go wide and her lips fall open. I run my thumb over her thick bottom lip, tugging her parted lips further apart, “You’ll need to make more room than that for all of this,” I thrust my cock into her hand and she gasps as her fingers cautiously explore it.
“I want to see it,” she purrs, looking up at me from under her heavy eyelashes.
I step back and tug her wet top from her glistening brown skin and toss it to the bathroom floor. She undoes her bra, letting it slide down her arms as I almost rip the button off her jeans and yank them over her hips and down her full thighs, letting her kick out of them.
She’s stunning. I can’t keep my mouth off her, kissing across her collarbone and down to her full tits, taking a dusky nipple into my mouth, I thrash my tongue against it as I peel my own clothes off into a wet pile on the floor.
I let my hand travel over her round belly and down to the heat of her mound. Now it’s my mouth that I can’t keep shut, I want to taste her cum as I make h
er scream my name. I want to feel her writhe and lose control against me as I take her there with my mouth and again with my cock.
I realize that Addison has stopped moving. She’s breathing heavy, but her limbs are perfectly still. I stop and look into her eyes for answers. Is something wrong? Did she change her mind?
I can’t help but smile when I see that she’s completely transfixed by my thick, hard cock.
“Like what you see?” I tease her.
“Wow,” she breathes the word then looks up at me sheepishly when she realizes she did.
“If you like the way it looks,” I tug her arms, guiding her into the shower with me, “then you’re gonna love the way it tastes.” I gently push on her shoulders and she slides down to her knees in front of me, watching my cock in awe as the warm water cascades down over my head and slides over my torso in tiny rivers.
Addison grabs my cock with both hands and slides her plump lips over the head as I groan, watching her closely. She tries to take it all at once, pushing her head down and forcing my cock to her throat but she starts to sputter and gag so I pull back.
“Hey, take it slow, one inch at a time,” I hold the base and guide her face back toward my aching head. She takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, letting me slide into her mouth under extreme control. She bobs her head, getting a rhythm going with her hands and soon she’s sucking me so good I’m afraid I’m going to completely lose control.
I need to slow this down. I want it to last forever. “Hey, stand up,” I pull Addison to her feet and switch places with her so she’s standing under the steamy stream of water. “I want to fuck you, but I want you good and ready,” I explain and slide down to my knees wasting no time before I delve my tongue in past her lips.
“Oh! Grayson!” She tenses up and her fingers explore my hair as I thrash my tongue against her clit and slowly press a finger at her entrance. I slide one, then two digits into her and she almost breaks them when she squeezes down so hard, the walls of her pussy clenching onto me like she’s never taken a cock before.
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