“That would not have been a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Lucy, I’m not your father. That’s why. And yet, I might have been just as opposed to you dating as your mom was.”
“I pictured you more as a daddy than a father.”
When she says the word ‘daddy,’ I swerve the car. All the blood has left my head and fallen to my lap, leaving me a little lightheaded.
“I didn’t mean to freak you out,” Lucy says.
I clear my throat, but it still sounds like I’ve swallowed gravel when I speak. “You didn’t freak me out.”
“Yes I did. Don’t worry, it was just a childish fantasy.”
I grip the steering wheel so tightly that I’m worried it will disintegrate in my hands. I pull into the parking structure off University Avenue and take the first open spot I see. When I turn the car off, I have to take two deep breaths before turning to Lucy.
“What does that mean? What was a childish fantasy?”
She shakes her head, refusing to elaborate.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn fully toward her, but she won’t look at me. I reach across the console and unbuckle her seatbelt as well. Lucy pulls in a sharp breath when I touch her hip and thigh. My fingers tingle from the connection.
What the hell is going on here?I shake off that thought and concentrate on Lucy’s embarrassment. I place my hand on her shoulder and turn her toward me.
“Lucy, what was a childish fantasy?”
“This wasn’t a good idea. Nerves apparently make me too honest.”
She pulls out of my grip and opens the car door. I’m out and around the back in a flash, boxing her into the crevice between her open door and the car.
“Talk to me, Lucy. I’m not your mom.”
“I know that!” she practically shouts. “I know you’re not anything to me and that you’re just here as a favor to my mom, but somehow I thought I could tempt you.” She shakes her head. “Can you just take me back home?”
She turns to get back into the car, but I wrap my fingers around her bicep, stopping her. The feel of her bare skin under my palm is soft and warm. I wonder what she feels like underneath this dress. And I’m realizing that she might just want me to find out.
“Tempt me to do what?” I ask.
Again, she shakes her head.
I cup her cheek with my free hand and lift her face until she looks at me before I repeat myself. “Tempt me to do what?”
She looks at me for a long moment with longing in her eyes before she squeezes them shut and growls in frustration. She keeps her eyes closed while she makes her admission.
“To kiss me, to fuck me. To do whatever you wanted to me, really. And to let me call you Daddy while you do it.”
My grip on both her arm and her cheek tighten, causing her to open her eyes and look up at me. I don’t know what she sees on my face, but I see hope in hers as I give up the fight. I lean down and crash our mouths together.
I take a small step forward, pressing her back against the car and pressing my chest to hers. I think about the peek I had of her lacy bra and wonder if her panties match. She tasted like mint and something that’s indefinably Lucy.
The softness of her body, her breasts and her thighs cushion me as I take another small step forward. This time, I slide my hand down the back of her thigh and lift it, wrapping it around my waist.
Lucy makes a surprised grunt when another part of her softness cushions the steel rod that’s trying to bust out of my pants. When my erection meets perfectly with the apex of her thighs, she becomes a flurry of motion. Her arms wrap around me and hold me tight, so does her other leg.
My hands move to cup her round ass and support her as she makes some kind of move with her hips that has her rhythmically pressing against my dick. I groan into her mouth. She moans in response.
If she doesn’t stop her little ministrations, I’m going to come in my pants. Desperate little whines try to escape from her, but I swallow them down, greedy for her need. It’s never been like this with anyone before. She’s so responsive.