Desire: A Single Dad Contemporary Romance Page 10
“Our roles?”
“Yes, your roles. It appears that Azure sees you as some kind of surrogate boyfriend without the conjugal duties, if you get my meaning. I bet she knows everything about your comings and goings.”
Zac nods, confirming my suspicions.
“And you don’t know anything about what goes on when she’s at school or goes to the mall with her friends?” I ask, though I already know the answer. Zac nods again.
“Okay, so that means you haven’t a clue whether she’s sweet on a boy?” I tense when I see Zac bristle at the mention of a boy. “She will never tell you if you don’t come down on her more like a father.” I take a deep breath. “I know what I’m talking about because my dad made the very same mistake you’re making. He loved me so much like you love Azure. He thought that treating me as an equal was the best thing.”
“For how long?” Seeing confusion play on my face, Zac probes further. “How long did he continue to make the mistake of treating you like an equal? You know, not clearly setting the boundary between father and daughter.”
“Until that incident with the boys. It sure stopped after that.”
Zac laughs for the first time in what feels like ages. Jesus, I forgot how sexy he sounds. “I bet it did.” He looks up and into my eyes deeply for the first time since the start of the conversation.
I swallow the knot in my throat. I have to say it. I can’t hold back anymore. I have the guy all mellowed out for the first time since I met him. “Does this mean that dinner’s on?”
Zac nods. “A deal’s a deal.”
I have to control myself not to jump up and down with glee. “Tonight?” I ask meekly.
Zac smiles, and looks at me straight on. “Yeah, when else, Stella?”
There it was again. He said my name as if he owns it. God, he even makes it sound sexy. “Sure, okay, where do you want to go?” I can’t believe this is happening. Fuck, I’m blabbering. I always do that when I’m excited.
“Any place you choose is perfect.” Zac shifts his weight on the antique chaise longue with the velvet cushions. His body briefly touches mine, sending jolts of electricity through me. He turns to look at me again and smiles.
It’s too much. My head moves forward until my lips touch his. The kiss barely lasts a few seconds, but I lose myself completely. Pulling away, I look at him shyly.
Zac seems confused. He takes a second or two to say something. “Now, why can’t you wait until I ask you?” He’s having trouble hiding his amusement.
I can’t stifle the grin spreading over my face. “Why don’t you ask me then?” I bite on my lower lip, half-anticipating him to rebuff me.
Zac throws his head back and laughs out loud. His blue eyes bore into me. I swallow deeply when I see the bulge in his jeans. Feeling like a criminal, I snap my gaze up to find Zac grinning at me. Shit, he caught me looking at his groin. Oh, no.
Before I know it, he kisses me. My body comes alive, everywhere he touches me sends hot sparks of desire straight to my core. I have to groan into the contact. He can have me, right here, right now.
“Consider yourself asked,” he says into my mouth.
I say nothing as I press my lips against his. I need this so badly. I’m not going to let him get away from me now. Just keep kissing him and he won’t stop, I think, and I’m right. Zac leaves a trail of kisses on my mouth, making me shudder with delight. “I don’t know how much longer I could’ve waited without tasting you, Stella,” he growls into my mouth.
There he goes again. My name sounds like syrup on his tongue. “Don’t stop, Zac. I need you.” The stubborn oaf, why the fuck did he wait so long? I’ve never sent a man so many signals. I swear, he’s just about the slowest guy on the planet.
He responds instantly. I feel his tongue plundering my mouth. Fuck me, this guy’s a good kisser. The feel of his lips pressing against mine and the forceful touch of his tongue have me melting between my legs. I can’t believe how much I need him. All thought of his procrastination vanishes from my mind.
22
Zacchary
Fuck, she tastes good. I’m already hard as hell. I delight in the fact that her defenses fell down all around her the moment she saw me when she entered the room earlier. I saw the vulnerability in her eyes and her need for me.
I open my eyes a fraction when I hear her mew softly. I press my lips onto hers a little more. I’m not going to let her regret this. I release myself some more to the kiss, massaging her tongue with mine and enjoying her hands that have somehow found their way into my dark curls. Stella rocks her pussy against my thigh, taking what she wants. It’s almost all I can take. I have to get her naked, right now.
I aggressively pull on her tight-fitting top that leaves little to the imagination. She looks really hot in it. I had to control myself when I first noticed her in it earlier.
Stella doesn’t resist my attempt to take it off. When I have the garment over her head, I swallow deeply. I have a perfect view of her large tits hidden by her bra. I can’t wait any longer; I have to see them. Kissing her again, I move my hands around her back until I reach the clasp. I fiddle with it for a few heartbeats and let off a growl when it finally clicks open, freeing her breasts.
“Oh, no you don’t, Stella,” I hiss when she shakes out her hair and tries to cover herself with her hands. “It’s too late to be shy now.”
I look at Stella as if an animal has possessed me. Her shyness and hesitation linger for a while longer. She looks like a frightened doe in the headlights of a car. Seeing her like this sends a jolt to the tip of my cock. Damn, I need this right now. I gulp when she slowly moves her hands, revealing the beauty concealed underneath them.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” I croak upon seeing the most magnificent pair of tits. I need to relax her lest she cave on me. “I want to see and taste every inch of your skin,” I hiss, meaning it, but finding such words loser’s drivel. A flicker of a smile moves across her lips And Stella’s last resistance falls.
Like a berserker, I lean down and kiss her neck, nibbling and sucking as I go along. I inhale her scent. It intoxicates me, sending a searing needle into my brain. I groan with pleasure when my erection presses against her body through my jeans. God, I need to fuck her, but first I’m going to make her squirm. My eyes open a fraction when I feel her hands fumbling with my belt. Good, she’s getting bolder by the second.
“Yes,” she gasps when the final button down the front of my jeans pops open. “Get these off,” she orders.
I give her a feral smile and get to my feet, before I shimmy the jeans down my legs. Stella watches my every move. She licks her lips like a kitten in front of a bowl of cream. When I stand upright again, I see her eyes widen, and the sight draws a throaty laugh out of me. It’s the first time she has a better view of my cock, which appears to lack space in my tight briefs.
“Mm,” slips past her full lips. “I need you inside of me right now.” Her voice is laced with carnality and something else I do not fathom.
I shake my head, ridding my mind of any questions. There would be time to think later. Now, I need to take this woman and fuck her stupid. Like a man possessed, I lunge forward, tearing down her pants. With them removed, my fingers grip the edge of her panties and I take my time pulling them off. Despite the temptation to see her sweet peach, I look at Stella in the eyes.
In a millisecond, I’m consumed by something that takes hold of all my senses. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Stella looks up at me with a vulnerability I’m coming to find so freakishly cute about her. Knowing that she trusts me means more to me than anything else right now. I ask myself whether I could ever love this woman, but I quickly shake my head. No, this is just a meaningless fuck. I need this, it’s been too long since I was last with a woman.
When her panties slip over her ankles, I’m given a glimpse of heaven. Stella bites on her lower lip as she looks up at me. My gaze shifts lower. As if she knows my every thought, Stella s
preads her legs a fraction, giving me a better view of what I want to see most. Her pussy is better than I remember it. This time I can nearly see inside of her. Perfectly formed lips, a pink button, and an opening to die for. Slightly above, a shooting star heads in the direction of the place I’m staring at. I shake my head. How many nights did I beat off to this image since I drew the tat?
With my instincts taking over, I move forward and press my lips on her skin. My hands cup her tits, running over them, my fingers twirling around her nipples. I lick and kiss Stella’s neck, somehow hitting the sweet spot there. I have Stella writhing and moaning with pleasure underneath me. I move lower, taking special care to devote a lot of attention to her breasts. Soon, I move lower still, circling my tongue on her tummy: My hands run down her flanks and I revel in the feel of her perfect physique. I end my little voyage with a kiss on her clit.
I look up, finding her eyes immediately. The surprise I find therein makes me laugh inwardly. I got her and I’m going to make her scream. I take another languid lick of her heat and smile against her flesh when I see her eyelids flutter and snap shut. My breath and tongue make her entire frame shudder. A beautiful pink tint colors her cheeks. Her eyes snap open once more and Stella looks at me. I stare into her eyes as I suck her clit into my mouth and begin to massage it with my tongue. She tastes fucking amazing.
Stella tries to hold my gaze, but she can’t. The pleasure is too intense. In seconds, her head tilts back onto the cushions of the chaise longue and she lets off a continuous moan. It breaks apart in little intervals, getting more forceful when I lick her just the way she likes it. It doesn’t take me long to find the rhythm that has her writhing like a crazy woman.
Stella cries out when I slip two fingers inside of her. She’s soaking wet down there. So tight and hot—this feels fucking amazing. This one’s going to feel like heaven when I fuck her later. I curl my fingers, pressing my fingertips on a small rough patch inside her pussy. Stella’s breath becomes forceful, erratic. I hit her g-spot just right, sending her into a frenzy of jolting hips that press her pussy against my mouth.
“Miss Hutchinson, is that you?”
Stella sits up with a jolt. The pink tint on her face transforms as she blanches. “Oh God, it’s one of the maids,” she whispers to me.
I answer by curling my fingers inside of her, making her press her lips together. A slight groan passes her lips. “Yes, Conchita. It’s only me. I’m giving Mr. Wells a few pointers on what to paint.”
I add a deft flick of my tongue to Stella’s clit, while I move my fingers around inside of her more urgently. “You’re giving me pointers?” I hiss into her ear after I moved back up.
“Oh fuck, wait until I have you at a disadvantage, Zac. You’ll beg me to stop.”
“Is that so?” I grin at her, and continue torturing her as she convinces the maid behind the door that we don’t need anything to drink. I have her pussy melting onto my hand. When Stella judges that the maid is out of earshot, she starts to mew in a series of deep gasps. My tongue is working her clit like crazy at this point. I lap up everything that leaks out of her, and my tongue and fingers make her body jerk and tremble. Her eyes slam shut as her release takes over.
23
Stella
“Oh my God, I’m coming.” The words hiss out of my mouth. I try to suppress them lest I’m too loud. The maid could still be lingering close by, but who cares, when this feels so amazing? The heat courses over my body in a torrent of searing magma. Zac’s tongue works miracles on my clit. His fingers perform little pirouettes inside of me, making it near impossible to stop the continuous stream of moans pouring out of my mouth.
My hands have found their way to my nipples. I stroke the hardened peaks, gently pulling from time to time. There’s a spark of pain hardwired to my clit—no, not pain, this is too good. Yes, yes, keep going, Zac. I look down. He’s looking up at me from between my legs with a hunger that makes my pussy clench around his fingers even more.
My eyes go wide, and my mouth opens up, forming a perfect O as he continues to expertly coax my orgasm forth. It feels so insanely good to feel his fingers pushing inside of me, and his tongue working my clit.
A blinding light flashes before my eyes as paralyzing pleasure sequences through me. It feels as if my pussy is dissolving between my legs and melting into Zac’s mouth and onto his hand. I cannot help myself from screaming. My juices flow forth as my entire frame tenses. I hold onto my tits as if they might help me. My orgasm feels like it goes on forever, made up of searing heat, pulsating vibrations eddying over me and taking over, little sounds, big sounds—all of them amalgamating into the biggest and most violent climax in my life.
As my orgasm leaves me, I look down. Zac looks up at me with a feral expression on his face. “You okay?” he grunts.
I nod and smile at him meekly. “Better than okay.” He doesn’t see me blush because my body is still covered in a post-orgasmic pink hue. For a moment, I feel a little embarrassed at having him perched between my legs with his nose hovering just above my clit. “You always seem to find yourself right there, huh.” I lift my right arm weakly and point at him. I have to say something to lighten the mood and rid myself of my nervousness.
Zac chuckles. “Yeah, it appears this is my favorite place in the world.” He looks down again. “The tat really looks good on you.” He brushes his thumb over the spot where it’s located.
“Thanks. One of the best tattoo artists in the city did it.” I wink at him, feeling the sensitivity when Zac presses into my skin.
Zac arches his eyebrows. “Oh, really?” He smiles at me and moves up.
Before he settles down next to me on the chaise longue, I get a perfect glimpse of his raging hard erection that is still stuck in his briefs. I swallow deeply. I worry that I might not be able to accommodate him. The guy’s really big. “I guess you need me to do something about that?” I lick my lips when I see that the fabric on the front of his briefs has darkened with pre-cum.
Zac guffaws. “I mean, it’s only fair to return the favor.” He moves in and kisses me on the lips. He’s tender at first, but soon his pent-up desire takes over and he becomes more forceful. It hurts a little when I feel his teeth crunch against my lips. His hand soon finds its way back to my slit. He’s trying to take charge again. This one’s going to take quite some taming.
“No, not this time,” I hiss into his mouth as I break away from the kiss. I get up onto my knees. “I can’t let you have all the fun.” I flash Zac a smile as I pull on his pants. I need to show him that I, too, can have him melting with just my mouth and hands.
“Oh, you looked like you were having quite a lot of fun before,” he says confidently, lifting his butt so that I can remove his briefs.
“It was a lot of fun.” My eyes become the size of saucers when I first lay eyes upon Zac’s cock in the flesh. I can’t stop myself groaning with pleasure. As if another being possesses my body, I reach forward and take it into my hand and I feel Zac twitch in it. A smirk caresses my lips when I hear him sigh with pleasure. I’ll soon have him begging for more when I’m done. Somehow, my recent orgasm has claimed me. I have this pulsating desire to return the favor, I’m just not sure how. I sneak another look at Zac’s erection in my hand and make up my mind—okay, here goes nothing. I just hope it fits.
I look up to see his gaze alternating between my hand on his erection and my face. It feels so good to touch him there. Without thinking anymore, I lower my head until my lips hover above his tip. I spend only a millisecond considering whether I should spend some time on his neck and so forth.
Fuck foreplay. I go even lower, parting my lips as I take him inside of my mouth. I love it. He tastes so good. I was never one for blowjobs before, as I always found them icky, but this is a completely different story. Zac’s cock is like a solid column in my mouth, filling it to the brim. I can taste his pre-cum as it oozes out of the tiny slit on the top of his erection. I want more of his juices. I suck harde
r, cupping his balls with my left hand, while I work his shaft with my right.
“Fuck, Stella that feels so good.” Zac tilts his head back as if looking at me were too much.
I love the surprise in his voice and the way he falls apart for me, the way he tastes in my mouth. I move lower. Mm, no gag reflex yet. I go lower. Good. Zac groans, making me go the rest of the way until my nose buries itself in his pubic hair.
“Fuck, all the way? Stella. You’re amazing.”
His words make me feel so proud, but I’m too busy to answer. It’s ridiculous really, but all I want to do is make Zac happy and give him something that resembles what he did to me. I move back up his length, twirling my tongue around his shaft with my right hand following in a winding motion. When I reach the tip, I remain there, sucking hard while I jerk him off and caress his balls. I’ve got to get this right.
I soon have Zac exactly where I want him. At this point, the fingers on my left hand alternate between light caresses of Zac’s crack and strokes over his balls. All the while, his cock is buried in my mouth. I can’t stop myself. I have never been this way before with a guy. Usually, I’d stop after a few flicks of the tongue, preferring to move straight to sex. The thought of having a man come in my mouth always made me sick.
Moving down, I push Zac’s cock into my mouth to the hilt once again, making him moan. I could do this to him all day. Fucking him with my mouth is just so damn sexy. I twirl my tongue around the tip again and he flexes his hips; his eyes are open now and blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he contracts again. I push him even deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs.
“Stella, that feels so good.” Zac comes apart on the rickety piece of antique furniture. His hands claw the velvety surface, leaving gashes where his fingers have been.
Feeling encouraged, I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his massive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth as he groans in abandon.