A Daddy for Mother's Day

by Natalie Knight

  He fucks me harder and harder, and I’m crying out, letting the sensation flow over me, switching off my rational mind. The sex is overpowering, mind blowing, amazing, and Keagan keeps going.

  Warmth spreads through my body. Another orgasm starts building in the pit of my stomach. Keagan seems to know what’s happening. He can read me well. He lets go of my shoulder and pulls me so that my back presses against his chest again. He slows down his pace, and for a short while, it’s soft and sensual, like making love, not fucking.

  When he pulls out, I suffer the umpteenth disappointment. Every time he stops, I want him to keep going. The orgasm was building, and I want another release.

  But Keagan isn’t about to abandon me. This much is clear when he sits up and lifts me so that I’m lying with my chest on the bed, my head turned, and my ass in the air. My hair is partially over my face, and I feel deliciously exposed. I’m slick between my legs from our sex marathon and throbbing after the constant thrusting.

  He pushes his hands between my legs, but he doesn’t insert his fingers. It’s as if he knows that I’m sensitive, and he’s giving me time to recover.

  Instead, his fingers find my clit, and he starts circling it slowly. I’m sensitive there, too, but I’m far from telling him to stop.

  He uses two fingers and flicks my clit, sliding his fingers up and down my slit on either side of my clit. He works me up to a clitoral orgasm, and I close my eyes. I let the sensation take over.

  My body hums with anticipation. I am nervous that it will take long to climax, now that I’ve already come once, but Keagan proves to me that he knows what buttons to push.

  The orgasm builds fast, rising inside me like a storm. My body becomes hot, my nerve endings are alive, and my skin is on fire. I’m gasping and moaning, my sounds muffled by my mouth, half-pressed into the bed. I move my ass, wiggle it in the air, and buck my hips, unable to hold still.

  When the second orgasm hits me it starts slowly, like a fire being ignited and slowly consuming me. When it’s at full force, it courses through me like an inferno, and I cry out. My body is numb, and if Keagan didn’t hold my hips, keeping me upright, I would collapse on the bed in a quivering heap.

  My muscles contract and release, and I feel my pussy where Keagan has been, contracting around nothing now that he’s not inside me. I don’t know if I want him inside m. My body responds to the orgasm with a gush of wetness, but I’m getting increasingly sensitive.

  The orgasm lasts longer than the last one, and I focus on what I’m feeling, the contraction of my muscles, everything from my core to my clit throbbing. My knees are weak, and it’s hard to balance myself with my ass in the air, but Keagan has me. He’s holding me up.

  I try to look around at him, but I can’t see his face, and lifting myself off the bed seems like too much of an effort. I close my eyes again, content with the knowledge that he’s behind me and that he’s got me.

  Keagan

  When she orgasms, I can’t hold back and not fuck her again. Her ass is in the air, her pussy lips are glistening and swollen, and her ass cheeks are so inviting. A cushion to slam my hips against repeatedly. I know she’s had a lot, but she’s as into it as I am.

  “Can I fuck you again?” I ask.

  I don’t want to push her too far. She makes a sound into the mattress that doesn’t sound like a no, and I don’t wait for her to tell me twice. I plunge my cock into her again and groan at how tight she’s become. Her walls squeeze tightly around my cock now, clamping down as I start sliding in and out again, riding her. She doesn’t hold herself up on her arms. Her back slopes down to where her chest rests on the bed, and I grip her hips to hold her steady.

  She moans as I thrust into her. She’s already orgasmed twice, and every time she did, the need within me grew. I need to release. I want to explode, but I want more from her. I want to fuck her in every way that she allows me to.

  I ride her harder and harder, nailing her from behind. Her sounds, although husky now, aren’t pained. I concentrate on her, making sure she’s with me on this all the way.

  And she is. She pushes her ass back a little, leaning herself into me in encouragement. My balls slap against her pussy, swinging back and forth as I thrust, and my orgasm builds bigger and bigger, a load building up in my balls, waiting to be emptied inside of her. I want to come.

  An image flashes in front of me of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock, and I know that it’s what I want. I wanted it earlier. I’m going to have it now.

  I slow down my thrusting and finally stop.

  When I pull out of her, her body resists, holding onto me. She’s swollen and raw, but she turns her head so I can hear her.

  “You’re stopping?” she asks.

  I smile.

  “Get on your knees, baby,” I say. “On the floor.”

  I want to finish in her mouth. I want her hot lips to wrap around my cock, I want her to suck me off, and I want to explode down her throat like before.

  She pushes herself up and moves slowly across the bed, stiff. She slides onto the floor and kneels in front of me, looking up at me. Her eyes are hooded, the satisfied look of a woman that’s orgasmed twice, and she looks up at me. She runs a tongue along her bottom lip, and I know she wants to suck me as much as I want her to.

  She leans forward and wraps her fingers around the base of my cock. She licks a trail from her fingers along the bottom of my dick to the tip, before she pushes her lips over my head and slides down my cock.

  The idea that our mixed sex, her wetness and mine, coats my cock and it’s in her mouth now nearly pushes me over the edge, but I hold it back.

  She starts bobbing her head up and down, her mouth sliding farther down with every stroke, and her tongue moves around my shaft. I close my eyes and groan.

  “You’re so fucking good at this,” I groan.

  She gives the best head I’ve ever had.

  She doesn’t stop. In fact, she picks up her pace and slowly slips her hand lower and lower until it’s just her lips on my cock. She pushes me back against her soft palate and down her throat, thrusting a few times before stopping to breathe for a moment. The she carries on. She’s deep throating me again, and I can’t hold back anymore.

  Her hands slide down to my balls, and she squeezes at the perfect time. I explode into her mouth, pumping hot come down her throat. She doesn’t pull back, taking my load down her throat, and it’s sexy as hell that she’s swallowing it down.

  When the pumping slows, she pulls her head back far enough that she can breathe, her mouth still around the top half of my cock, sucking it like it’s a straw. She milks every bit of come out of me, and I shudder. The tip of my cock is sensitive now, and I jerk when she runs her tongue over me.

  She looks up at me, those big blue eyes asking if it was good. I nod and roll my eyes back in my head.

  It was better than good.

  She pulls back, and I slip out of her mouth, already softening. I crawl onto the bed and collapse, drained of all my energy now that I’ve orgasmed. I take a deep breath and blow it out in a shudder, trying to regain my energy and trying to catch my breath.

  Dana crawls onto the bed next to me, and she lays down, facing me. I pull her against me as close as I can get her without it being uncomfortable and close my eyes.

  I need a moment to recover from what was easily the best sex of my life. I close my eyes, and for a moment, I doze off.

  When I open my eyes again, Dana is looking at me. She’s beautiful. Her hair frames her face, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright. She smiles.

  “You’re going to be late for work.”

  I forgot about work. “Shit,” I say and get up.

  I start pulling my clothes on. The shirt was on the floor in a pile, and it’s wrinkled now. I reach into my closet for another one. When I turn to Dana, she’s sitting on the bed, her knees hugged to her chest, watching me.

  “You don’t mind if I just run?” I ask.
I don’t just want to love her and leave her.

  She shakes her head and smiles. “It’s fine. It’s my fault you’re late.” But the satisfied grin on her face tells me she’s definitely not sorry about it.

  Neither am I.

  I finish getting dressed in record time and hurry to the bed. I cup her cheek and kiss her.

  “I’ll call you later,” I say and run for the door.

  I’m only two hours late when I finally reach the office. It feels like it should be more after everything Dana and I did. Small blessings. Mason looks at me when I walk into his office to give him the paperwork for another function.

  He raises his eyebrows.

  “You’re late,” he says.

  “How do you know?”

  He smiles. “I was looking for you. Was it good?”

  I start shaking my head, trying to feign ignorance, but his grin gives away that I can’t hide it.

  “How did you know?” I ask. I’m suddenly nervous it’s that obvious.

  “I know you well enough. You look like a satisfied man, my friend. Besides that look, you being late and me being the concerned friend that I am, I put it all together.”

  He grins at me. I shake my head, my hands on my hips.

  “So, I gather the two of you are doing well,” Mason says.

  I shrug. I think we are, but the idea of talking to her about what I feel still looms over me.

  “We’re good,” I say.

  Mason looks like he has more to say, but I don’t let him. I don’t need more lecturing, and I have enough work to catch up on after I spent most of my morning practicing extracurricular activities.

  I try to focus on my work, but I can’t get her off my mind. Images of Dana are pinned to my frontal lobe. I see her naked with her ass pointing at me, her breasts in the mirror, her mouth around my cock, her legs wide open. I can still feel her sex around my cock and the echo of her body like a ghost of herself she left behind.

  It gets me hard again just thinking about her, but it’s more than that. I’m starting to think of her as a lot more than just a fuck buddy, or someone I have a crush on. I’m really starting to fall for her.

  I don’t know if she feels the same, but she’s doing the same things I’m doing to her, confiding in me, sharing things with me, and sleeping with me. I feel like she feels the same things. And if that’s the case, talking about it is just redundant.

  I know everyone in my life will disagree, but this is between me and Dana. She said she wants to go public as much as I do. It means more to me than anyone will ever know, and I know that it means something between us, too.

  When it’s my lunch break, I sit down behind my desk, close my door, and dial her number.

  I don’t know if she’ll be able to speak, or what time her lunch is at the new job, but I need to hear her voice.

  She answers on the third ring.

  “Can you talk?” I ask.

  She hesitates before she answers. “Yeah, I can talk.”

  “I won’t keep you long,” I say.

  “It’s okay,” she says. Her voice sounds different, like something is up.

  I wonder if she’ll get in trouble with her boss for being on the phone. I don’t know much about Golden Image. I never had much interaction with Bianca that didn’t involve our bodies.

  “How are you feeling?” I ask.

  “Good,” she says, and I can hear her smiling. I picture her cute dimples. “A little sore, but nothing I can’t handle.

  “Me too,” I say. I take a breath. “Listen, I know we said we would wait a bit, but you just say when, and we’ll go public. If the people at your job won’t give you too much hell, I don’t want to wait.”

  Especially not after we had a morning like this one.

  “Keagan…” she starts, and I’m expecting her to tell me that she can’t go public now. I know Bianca can be a pain. She’s a whole lot of bitch in a slender body. I will understand if she says no. “I don’t work for Golden Image anymore.”

  “What?” I ask, because I can’t be hearing right. “What happened?”

  She takes a deep breath. “Liz was there. She would have been my boss.”

  My head throbs dully between my temples, and blood rushed in my ears.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I would have been working directly under Liz. I quit when I realized it.”

  I shake my head. “You didn’t have to.”

  “I did. I’m not working for her, Keagan. You know how I feel about her. And I know how you feel about her.”

  She sounds sure, but the information is a shock.

  “So, I don’t have a job, again,” she adds.

  I think for a moment.

  “It’s okay,” I say. “We’ll make a plan for work for you. I’m sorry about this. I can’t believe my past is influencing your work.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” she says. “Honestly, I’m relieved I don’t have to face Bianca.”

  I close my eyes. “So, you met her.”

  She chuckles. “Yeah. I must say I don’t know what you saw in her. At least there’s nothing wrong with your taste, now.”

  I smile. “Funny,” I say. “We’ll fix this, okay?”

  “I’ve got it covered,” she says. “Don’t worry about that. And about going public, there’s not much stopping us now.”

  “Tonight, then,” I say. “No more waiting.”

  Dana is quiet for a beat. “Tonight?”

  “You said yourself there’s not much stopping us now.”

  I try to imagine what her face looks like. She’s unsure. That much, I can tell.

  “I’m just nervous,” she says, and I understand.

  “Me too. But I want to get it out in the open so that we can be seen together without having to pretend that nothing is going on.”

  “Okay,” she says.

  We end the conversation and I hang up.

  She gave up her job for me. If that’s not enough proof that she feels something for me, I don’t know what is.

  Tonight, it is.

  Dana

  Spago is a funky bistro that belongs to celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck, and it’s the kind of place the who’s who go to hang out. Keagan asked me to meet him there at seven. He’s taking care of reservations, and we both know the paparazzi are going to be present.

  I drive myself and arrive just before seven. The restaurant doesn’t have a very wide entrance. The narrow door and minimalistic name are subtle and elegant, instead.

  I’m wearing the same clothes I wore on Friday when we were going to go public, then. My hair is done up, my dress fits perfectly, and I feel like a million bucks.

  And I’m terrified. I’m not usually in the public eye. It’s Keagan’s thing, and I don’t know how to be comfortable in front of cameras.

  But I want this. We’re going public. It’s Keagan’s way of saying that he wants me as someone more permanent in his life. Romantically. This is the kind of thing we must close our eyes and jump into. Going slowly just won’t cut it.

  I walk toward the entrance, and the paparazzi is bunched together on the curb in front of it. Keagan is already there, smiling like it’s the red carpet. He looks dashing in the same dark suit he wore on Friday as well, but he looks comfortable, where I feel like a trussed chicken. Keagan does this kind of thing in front of the press a lot.

  When he sees me, he walks to me and camera flashes surround me. I understand why he’s always wanted to arrive separately before. He smiles, his eyes soft and warm. He’s excited about this, more than he’s nervous. I can tell.

  My stomach clenches tightly, and for a moment, I want to run away and hide. I don’t like everyone looking at me, or all the photos that are being taken. I don’t know on which website they’ll end up, and I’m nervous.

  “Are you ready?” Keagan asks me.

  I search his eyes. He’s not just asking me as a warning that it’s going to happen, now. He genuinely wants to know, and I have a feel
ing that if I say no, he might still put on the brakes.

  It makes me trust him, and I nod. If he will take care of me through it all, the way he’s already doing, then I’m ready to go public with him. Keagan smiles as if he’s relieved about my answer, as if he thought that I might still say no.

  He turns and leads me to the entrance. The cameras flash and some of them are calling questions.

  “Is this your new girlfriend?” someone asks.

  “Isn’t it you sister?” another asks.

  Keagan laughs. “Yes,” he answers the first. “And yes, step sister. We’re not related,” he reminds them.

  He pulls me against him and kisses me. It’s a hot kiss, deep and beautiful, and butterflies erupt in my stomach. Keagan breaks the kiss, and we turn in the spotlight. The camera men click away, and flashes blind me. Questions ring out in a jumble from so many different people, I don’t know which to listen to first.

  Keagan laughs. He is comfortable and relaxed. He knows who he is and how to handle these people. I stand next to him, unsure of myself, and force a smile. I’m sure my discomfort shows.

  Keagan jokes around with some of them. When they ask about our status as step siblings, he mentions that it’s the dawn of a new era and love should have no limits, that we’re not related. I don’t catch everything. I’m struggling to concentrate with all the flashes going off in my face.

  Finally, Keagan holds up his hand.

  “If we’re any later, we’ll lose our reservation,” he says.

  He has his arm wrapped firmly around my waist, and he guides me toward the door when the paparazzi aren’t around to enter. I’m relieved to be away from the limelight.

  “That was intense,” I breathe when we’re away from the crowd.

  “But it was good,” Keagan says and pulls me against him, kissing me again.

  And he’s right. It was good. We’re public now. Keagan looks happier than I’ve ever seen him, and the way he looks at me makes me feel like this was all worth my while, that our future looks bright. We have real potential.

  A seating hostess takes us to our table. Spago is a classy restaurant with light wooden floors and beige walls, tables with white table clothes and dark chairs, and a huge painting of an anchor on one wall that picks up all the colors of the room.