by Lia Lee
I didn’t date, apart from a few one-night stands. It had just been me and Tommy. Maybe one day I would find someone I could fall in love with again, but it seemed unlikely. Who would be able to fit into my life?
All I saw for our future was more of the same, and I could only hope that my relationship with Tommy hadn’t been permanently damaged because I hadn’t been able to be two people, to be a mother and a father.
My thoughts drifted to Danielle again. There was no doubt I was attracted to her. God, those jeans. How I would love to rip them off her. Just like that, my thoughts went from paternal to primal. I could think of a hundred and one things I would do to her.
I pulled up in front of the restaurant we had agreed on and let the valet take my car away. The seating hostess took me to the table I had reserved. Mark was already seated early. This was where Danielle had gotten the charming trait from. I pushed the thought of her as far back as I could. I couldn’t sit next to her dad and think dirty thoughts about her, imagining what I would do to her and trying to picture her naked. Mark wouldn’t know what I was thinking, but it felt wrong.
“Right on time, as usual,” Mark said, getting up and shaking my hand. “How’s Tommy doing?”
“Great, now that Danielle is there. He missed her.”
Mark nodded. “I can imagine. I’m glad she was available for you.”
I tried not to read double meaning into his words. We sat down and waited for the other two associates to join our party. Mark and I ordered a drink while we waited. It was never a bad idea to start off a business meeting a little lubricated.
When they arrived, we ordered food and dove straight into business. We discussed software development, where the release of new technology was taking us, and how that would affect our plans in the future. The two men that had joined us were both involved in Berry Software on a part-time basis, so I tried to touch base with them at least once a month.
“We are very excited about your new software release,” Harry said. He was young, only a few years out of college, but he knew what he was talking about. He wore thick-rimmed glasses, and I had a feeling business and pleasure both consisted of a computer screen for him.
“I agree,” Max said. Maxine was one of the few women in the gaming industry, which made her a hot commodity. Even though I didn’t branch into computer games, her insights were unique due to her background, and she offered a lot to the company. “You might want to pay attention to the user interface, though. These days, it’s all about efficiency.”
I nodded, taking notes. We talked, we ate, we drank. After we handled business, the conversation became casual and social, and I ordered a couple more drinks. I didn’t drink very often as a rule. Between work and parenting, there wasn’t much time, and the combination of the two meant that I was buzzing quickly. The alcohol coursed through my veins, making me feel light and airy, breaking down my reserves.
By the time dinner was over, I wondered if I should be driving.
“I’m going to call a cab,” Mark said, taking the words out of my mouth. “I hope you’re not driving.”
I shook my head. I would probably be able to, but if something happened, like getting pulled over and locked up, or worse, Tommy would be left alone. I couldn’t take the only parent he had away from him. So, I arranged with the restaurant to keep my car overnight and took a cab home.
When I arrived home, it was late. I waved at Danielle in the living room before walking to Tommy’s room and kissing him on the head. He was already asleep. When I returned to the living room, I noticed Danielle on the couch. She was stretched out, busy on her phone so it gave me time to stare at her, taking it all in. Fuck, she was so hot. Her curves were perfect, her body on display. Her tank top rode up, exposing her midriff. Her ass was perfect, round, and practically edible, and her tits? Oh my fucking God.
“Are you this sexy on purpose?” I asked, and the moment the words left my mouth, I felt like an idiot for saying them out loud. The alcohol was messing with me.
Danielle looked up at me, amusement flickering across her face. She pushed herself up and arched her back, pushing out her breasts. She was torturing me. I swallowed, darting my tongue over my parted lips. My cock was hard in my pants. I couldn’t think straight. All I saw was her body, and I felt the desperate urge to fuck her.
Danielle stood up, walking toward me. I shook my head. If she came any closer, I couldn’t guarantee I would behave. I was riddled with lust. The alcohol had broken all my barriers, and I wanted her. I wanted her so fucking badly my whole body ached.
“Did you have a good night?” Danielle asked, still coming closer to me. The question was innocent, but her voice wasn’t.
I swallowed again and nodded. She was only inches away from me now, and I could smell her perfume. My body screamed for a release. I couldn’t help myself. Danielle was right in front of me, her green eyes dark, and I had no inhibitions left.
I put my hand on her jaw and kissed her.
The contact was electric, and the desire between us sky-rocketed. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She kissed me back, her body pressed flush against mine, her hands on my hips. I needed her in my bed now.
I slid my hands down her back and onto her ass, squeezing it before sliding lower and lifting her up by her thighs. She wrapped her legs around me, her crotch just above mine, and my dick throbbed in my pants with anticipation. I carried her to my bedroom. Tommy was asleep, and I would have to keep it quiet.
Chapter Six
Danielle
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Rodney was kissing me. Rodney Jones, the off-limits man I had been dreaming about for years was kissing me. Not only that, but he was carrying me to his bedroom. I got the idea he wasn’t taking me to his bedroom to make out with me. He wanted sex.
And so help me, I was going to give it to him.
He was drunk. I could tell. He would never have done something like this when he was sober. I was glad. I wanted him to strip away that veneer of civility, to take me the way I had fantasized about for so long.
In the bedroom, Rodney laid me on the bed. His eyes were filled with hunger and desire. Lust was thick in the air. I glanced down at his crotch. His pants stretched around a roaring erection, and my stomach twisted with the delicious insight that it was all for me.
“God, you have no idea what you do to me, Danielle,” Rodney said in a rough voice. He clambered on top of me and kissed me again before he reached for my jeans, unbuttoning them. He pulled them off, and I gasped, feeling exposed and vulnerable and loving it. The way Rodney looked at me made me feel beautiful, hot, desirable.
When my jeans hit the floor, Rodney worked my tank top up my body. I lifted my shoulders and helped him pulled it over my head. It joined my jeans on the floor, and I lay before Rodney in my underwear. I was so glad I had chosen to wear the matching black lace set I’d bought recently.
Rodney looked at me with raw lust on his face. It was like he had never seen a woman naked before. I blushed. I got rid of his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt, but he left it on, gaping open and giving me a glimpse of his chest and abs. Rodney was well-built. He went to the gym regularly and ate healthy. It showed. He didn’t have the body of an almost fifty-year-old.
He bent himself over me and kissed me again, licking my lip before he worked his way down my body. He kissed me along the line of my jaw, down my neck, and over my chest. With his lips, Rodney explored every inch of exposed skin on my body, tasting me. I shivered, my skin raising in goosebumps. It was such a turn on. The more he kissed me, the wetter I became. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to suck me and finger me and fuck me.
As if Rodney read my mind, he pulled down my panties by hooking his fingers into the waistband. He peeled the thong off my legs and held it up, stretching it.
“Tiny,” he said. “Sexy.”
He dropped it and spread my legs with his hands. I gasped, shivering in anticipation. I had been with
guys before, but it had never been like this. This was sensual, erotic, and it was driving me insane.
Rodney’s face was inches from my pussy. He breathed in and glanced up at me.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” he said. He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He closed his mouth over my pussy, and I cried out.
Rodney flicked his tongue over my clit, making me jerk. He ran his tongue down my slit to my entrance, dipping it into my wetness before running it back up and resuming his onslaught on my clit. He licked me, making me writhe and buck my hips beneath him. Rodney put one hand on my hip, holding me steady. He pushed two fingers into me while he sucked on me and finger-fucked me.
I cried out, squirming on the bed, trying to keep it down for Tommy’s sake, and failing.
The first orgasm washed over me in no time at all, and I curled on the bed, whimpering as I came undone at the seams.
“No more,” I said, pushing Rodney away when it became too sensitive.
Rodney let me go, blinking at me. “That was quick,” he said, surprised.
I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. I nodded. “You’re that good,” I said in a breathy voice.
“Nothing like stroking a man’s ego, angel,” Rodney said, and I warmed at the nickname.
Rodney peeled his shirt from his shoulders, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down, along with his boxers. His dick sprang free, hard and eager. I stared. It was bigger than I had thought, bigger than any cock I’d had before. His body was in amazing shape, and his dick looked delicious.
“Do you like what you see?” Rodney asked, palming his own flesh. He slid his hand up and down his shaft a few times.
I swallowed and nodded.
Rodney crawled onto the bed between my legs. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I shuddered in anticipation. With his eyes locked on mine, Rodney pushed into me, and I cried out as he split me open, his cock pushing into my tight pussy, stretching me, filling me to the brim.
I gasped and whimpered.
“You’re so tight,” Rodney said through gritted teeth. I nodded. If I felt this stretched, I could imagine he felt the flipside.
Rodney pulled back and shoved himself back into me, the friction making me cry out.
“Hush, angel,” Rodney said, and I knew I had to try keep quiet.
Rodney bucked his hips, sliding into me harder and faster, and I tried to swallow my moans. He fucked me hard. His cock was thick and long, and he damn near tore me in half with every thrust. But it was this side of pain, and it didn’t compare to anything I’d had before. Sex with Rodney was better than I could ever have dreamed.
It didn’t take long before I orgasmed again. It rocked me to the core, and my body convulsed as I rode the waves of pleasure. Rodney slowed down a little while I came, my muscles clamping down on his cock. I closed my eyes and curled around Rodney’s body with my legs around his thighs and my nails digging into his back.
Rodney pressed his lips against mine, kissing me so deeply I forgot whose air I was breathing.
When the orgasm faded, I blinked open my eyes and looked at Rodney, who looked smug and satisfied.
“That was so hot,” he said.
I swallowed and nodded. “I agree,” I said.
Rodney pulled out of me, and I felt his absence acutely, my body gaping where his cock had filled me a second ago.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and I did as he asked. I stood on all fours, my ass pointing to him.
Rodney put his hands on my ass cheeks and massaged them, squeezing.
“I love watching you walk around my office,” he said. He lightly slapped my ass, and I yelped. He chuckled. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
He pushed his thick head against my entrance, and I gasped. Rodney slid into me from behind, and somehow, he felt even bigger than before. He slid in and out slowly a few times, as if he knew I had to adjust to the new angle, his new size. When he was sure I was ready, he gripped my hips and started fucking me from behind.
Rodney rammed into me, his cock sliding in all the way and banging up against my cervical wall. The pain that came with it mixed with pleasure, and it was pure ecstasy. I cried out, his thrusts forcing the breath out of my lungs, and the room was filled with our sex. Our grunts and moans and groans. The sound of thick flesh pounding into wetness. The slap of his balls on my pussy.
I loved it. I loved every second of it, every thrust, every push, every moan that came from his lips.
I felt another orgasm build inside me, a combination of his constant pounding and his balls against my clit. I was breathing hard, and I gave myself over, surrendering to the sensation. I was still wearing my bra; we had never gotten around to taking it off. My breasts jiggled back and forth, spilling from the top of the bra cups.
Rodney ran his hand along my spine to my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He closed his hand into a fist, a handful of my hair caught in it, and he pulled gently back, enough to tilt back my head and arch my back.
I moaned when he did. He was holding me in the position he wanted me, my back arched and my breasts out, my ass up while he pounded into me.
A third orgasm suddenly ripped through me, and I cried out. Rodney grunted and pushed into me as deep as he could. I felt him release, spasming and jerking, and my body grabbed him, milking him as he pumped into me. The orgasm was more intense than I’d ever felt, and I was lightheaded and out of breath when I finally recovered.
Rodney was still inside me, his cock throbbing with the echo of our orgasm. My arms and legs trembled after the effort of keeping myself up. Slowly, Rodney pulled out of me, and I whimpered. I was tender, sensitive. Rodney collapsed next to me on the bed, his hand pressed against his head.
“You’re fantastic,” Rodney said in a gruff voice, turning drooping eyes toward me.
I lay next to him, still breathing hard. I offered him a limp smile.
“You’re pretty great, too,” I said.
He grinned at me, straightening out and facing the ceiling. He closed his eyes, and slowly, his breathing calmed. When I lifted my head and peeked at his dick, he was flaccid, tired after the sex we’d had.
Rodney’s breathing became steady and rhythmic, and I knew he had fallen asleep. I didn’t know how much he’d been drinking, but I didn’t mind. It gave me time to stare at him. His dick was still large even though it was soft now. With his eyes closed, none of the worry lines painted his face, Rodney looked younger. His dark hair was starting to escape his slicked-back style, and it curled around his ears.
I sat up and tugged him by the arm, urging him to move. Rodney complied in his sleep, shifting up toward the top of the bed. I pulled a sheet over his naked body so Tommy wouldn’t get the scare of a lifetime when he came to find his dad in the morning. I tiptoed to the bathroom where I cleaned up, wiping away the evidence of our sex.
I found my clothes on the floor in the bedroom and got dressed. I checked in the mirror, fixing my hair which betrayed that I’d had sex. I was going back to my parents’ place. I couldn’t afford to look like I’d been fucked, especially not on a night I had been babysitting my dad’s best friend’s son.
When I was happy with my reflection, I walked down the passage and checked on Tommy first before letting myself out of the house. I pulled out of the driveway, smiling to myself.
What the hell had we just done?
I couldn’t believe I had let Rodney fuck me. And I couldn’t believe how much it thrilled me. It had been the best sex of my life, bar none. I hadn’t had more than one orgasm with a man ever, and Rodney was as hot without clothes as he had always been.
I drove through the quiet neighborhood, my stomach erupting in butterflies every time I thought about the sex I’d just had with Rodney. God, it had been fucking fantastic. And it had been with the man I’d had a crush on for years. What was going to happen at the office now? I didn’t know.
That was Monday’s problem. For tonight, I was going to rel
ish in what we had just done and wallow in post-coital bliss. I shivered again, still throbbing between my legs where Rodney had been.
Chapter Seven
Rodney
In the light of day, with a throbbing headache that felt a hell of a lot like a hangover, everything looked different. I had woken up on Sunday regretting what I had done. Not the sex, that had been fantastic, but who I had done it with. Even though Danielle had been the object of my obsession for years, finally doing the deed might have been a mistake.
I didn’t want to think about it that way. I wasn’t the type of person that enjoyed meaningless sex, but there were so many reasons why we shouldn’t have done it. Reasons that I couldn’t ignore when I was sober and reasons I shouldn’t have ignored when I was drunk.
On Monday morning, I didn’t know how to handle it. I would have to see her again and work together with her the entire day. I had no idea what to do or say when I saw her. To make matters worse, like an asshole, I had fallen asleep right after the fact, and she had let herself out. And all that with Tommy in the house.
God. I had no idea how she felt about any of it because I hadn’t been able to ask her that night, and I had been a coward, not calling on Sunday. I was a grown-ass adult, and I didn’t know how to handle this.
We couldn’t do it again. I had known it the moment I had woken up on Sunday morning. My cock had throbbed with the memory of her, my body satiated for the first time in a long time, and I knew I had made a mistake, one that couldn’t be repeated.
I didn’t know how I would break the news to her, but I had to tell her. I had to be firm about it. Danielle and I were in a working relationship now, but I was still the adult, and she was still so young.
Thinking back to how she had been in my bed, naked and writhing, it was impossible to think of her as young and innocent, but she was half my age. She was Mark’s daughter. The whole thing was wrong.