I tilt my hips forward and that’s when I feel how hard he is. This would normally be another hurdle that would make me freeze, but I don’t. I rub myself against him in the hopes that he’ll move things forward. I want him to touch me, to fuck me.
He pulls back, but not far. He’s still close enough that our panted breaths mingle. He cups my chin and runs the pad of his thumb back and forth just under my bottom lip.
“Lia. From what you said, you just broke up with someone because you didn’t want to have sex with him. Now you’re tempting me beyond reason with your mouth and calling me Daddy. And now that I know exactly what you look like naked, it’s way too easy for me to picture you laid out on my bed. If you want things to stop—“
“I don’t. I want more. I want everything, but I want it with you… Daddy.”
He takes my mouth again in a hungry kiss. And as he distracts me with his tongue, his fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts and tug. I lift my hips, letting him slide them down and off.
“Lie back, relax,” he says as he puts a palm on each of my thighs and spreads me open.
I lie back, but I can’t relax, not when his face isright there. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. My insides clench in anticipation as a whimper escapes from my pinched lips.
But there’s something different about this time. I have no desire to push him away or cover myself up. I want this. I want him. But I have no idea what I’m doing from this point forward.
Luckily, he takes that out of my hands. Daddy. The word keeps circling in my head. I enjoy thinking of him like that, even as his mouth moves closer to my pussy. Maybe especially then.
His tongue rasps up the lips of my pussy. I pull in a deep breath because even this is better than anything I ever imagined. And when his flexed tongue delves inside me, I have to grab onto something.
One hand flies up and grips the cool metal that makes up the frame of the lounger. My other hand slides down into the dark strands of his hair. When I grip his silky locks in my hand, Daddy groans.
My back arches. The breeze tickles the tight tips of my nipples, making me shiver. His tongue slides in and out of me in an age old rhythm like the beat of a heart. Inside me, his tongue swirls.
He pulls back a little. I try to use my grip on his hair to keep him right where he is. Then one of his long, thick fingers traces my opening once, twice, and finally presses inside.
“Please,” I beg.
“I think I liked it better when you begged for Daddy. Fuck. I can feel how much you like that. So tight.
I moan. “Please, Daddy.”
Now there are two fingers inside me, stretching me. With heavy-lidded eyes, I watch him. Daddy’s gaze is locked on where his fingers disappear inside me. I bite my lip and groan at the pleasure of it. I think he wants to fuck me. I hope he wants to fuck me because that’s what I want. I want my first time to be with him.
That thought, that fantasy, has something coiling so tight inside me. I’m already close.
“So wet,” he whispers as he leans closer.
The tip of his tongue rasps up and down my clit. I suck in a sharp breath because…holy shit, that feels good.
I start chanting, begging. “Please, please, please. Please, Daddy. I need…”
The wetness of my skin and the cool breeze blowing in from the lake has kept me cool. But then his hot mouth engulfs me. He sucks my clit, pulling on it as he circles it with his tongue.
Something bursts inside me. It’s too powerful to be called pleasure, but it’s not pain. It takes over every corner of my mind, tying me to this moment, to the feel of Daddy’s hands and mouth. My vision goes white. Then everything’s a blur of color as I spasm and shake and scream.
ChapterFive
Beck
Holy shit. Lia’s the hottest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. Her moans and pleas and screams have me turned inside out. My dick is pounding against my shorts so hard that I swear I can hear it in my ears.
Then I hear something else. The front door clicking open. I grab a towel from where it hangs on the back of one of the loungers and toss it over Lia like a blanket.
“Beck?” Dean calls out.
I hurry in through the sliding screen door, hoping to block Lia from view as she straightens her clothes.
“Everything okay?” Dean asks. “I thought I heard someone scream.”