Knocked Up by the Single Dad Page 3
Thank God I shaved this morning, I think as his fingers run along the outside of my thigh. He finds my hip and traces the bone over towards my pelvis. My centre is throbbing and my heart is pounding against my ribcage. I know my panties are completely soaked as his fingers inch closer towards them.
He slides his hand over my panties and places his palm between my legs. He groans into my neck and kisses my skin.
“You’re soaked,” he breathes.
“I know,” I reply. “I can’t help it.”
“Why would you want to?” He replies as he lifts his head and places another kiss on my lips. I wrap my arms around him and breathe in deep as he kisses me again and again. His hand slides over and back between my legs and the fire inside me intensifies. His palm is warm and I desperately want to feel his skin against mine.
Reading my mind, he slips his fingers under the edge of my underwear, tracing the hemline all the way up to my hip. I whimper.
“Stop teasing me.”
He lifts his head up and grins, eyes shining. His fingers slip back down along the hem, so close to my slit but just brushing the edge of it. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“I want you.”
“I know,” he says. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
His words pass through my body and my entire being vibrates with desire. “So take me,” I breathe. “Fuck me, Lucas.”
The words are like a switch. The second they leave my mouth his eyes change from desire to pure animal instinct. He growls and wraps his fingers around my panties and rips them down my legs. I gasp and then giggle.
“Careful! Those are my nice pair.”
“Your nice pair! What’s the occasion?” He grins.
“It’s my birthday,” I answer. He cocks his head to the side.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Birthday undies. Or something.”
He laughs. “I’ll get you new ones,” he says with a smirk as he rips them down my legs again. I kick them to the side and let my legs fall open. He groans again as his eyes are drawn between my legs. I bite my lip, suddenly shy. He shakes his head and glances at my face before dipping his head down.
The instant his lips touch my slit it’s like a thousand explosions going off at once inside me. His tongue twirls and he devours me, moving his head up and down between my opening and my bud. I moan, tilting my hips up towards him as his arms wrap around my legs to hold them open. I reach down and run my fingers through his hair, making a fist and pressing down gently. He groans and kisses me harder, tasting me like I’ve never been tasted before.
“Lucas,” I breathe.
I don’t even know what I want to say. I want to tell him how I feel, but how can I put it into words? I want to tell him his tongue is magic, his touch is making me drunk, his groans are vibrating through my whole body but all that comes out is another moan. I want to tell him that for the first time in a year, I don’t care about what’s going on outside. I’m not listening for footsteps and I’m not looking over my shoulder.
I’m here, right now. Nowhere else. Just me and him. There are no words for this feeling. His arms squeeze my legs and spread them wider and he dips his tongue into my opening.
It’s not enough. I want more. I want him. I want him to plunge his cock so far inside me it feels like he’s piercing through me. I want to feel his shaft throbbing as he drives himself into me and grips my body with his hands. I want to feel every inch of him inside me and I want to grab onto his body like it’s my only lifeline.
I run my fingers from his head to his jaw and say his name again. It comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Lucas,”
He pulls his lips away from me and I watch as he licks my glistening wetness off them. I gasp.
“Fuck me,” I plead. His lips curl up into a grin and he lets go of my leg. He drags his finger through my wetness and then closes his eyes as he licks the taste. His groan makes my heart jump in my chest and I squeeze my thighs towards him.
“Fuck me,” I whisper again.
“If you say so,” he growls.
Chapter 7 - Lucas
There’s something intoxicating about a beautiful woman saying something foul. Maybe it’s the way her lips move when she says the words, or the way her eyes blaze. Maybe it’s the way her voice is barely louder than a hoarse whisper, or the way her hips grind into me just as she says it.
Whatever it is, as soon as those two little words come out of her mouth I’m ready to explode.
Fuck me, she says, and my cock almost bursts through my pants. It’s painful. I stand up and my hands tremble as I try to undo my belt buckle, jiggling it and sliding the belt out of the hook.
“I’ll kill the man who invented the button fly,” I say as I struggle with my pants. Rosie laughs and helps me unbutton my pants.
“Maybe it’s just an excuse to ask for help,” she says with a grin as her fingers undo the last button.
She’s touching my stomach, running her hands under my shirt to feel my chest. I groan and drop my pants. Her hands fly to my crotch. With only the thin fabric of my boxers between her skin and mine it’s almost too much to bear.
I reach down and lift up her dress, sliding it up her abdomen.
“What’s this?” I breathe as a jagged red scar comes into view. I glance up at her and she looks away, pushing her dress back down.
“It’s nothing.”
I sit down on the couch and gently run my fingers under her dress, over her stomach and around her waist. I dip my head down and kiss the crease between her hip and her crotch, pressing my lips gently as I inhale her scent. I move my lips a little bit higher as I push the fabric of her dress upwards. Her hands relent, letting me explore another inch or two of her stomach.
The edge of the scar comes into view and I press my lips against it. I feel her tremble and shiver underneath me and I kiss it again. Her body tenses and I run my fingers up her side. She relaxes and sighs and I kiss her again, pushing her dress up a little bit further.
She shifts her weight and I slowly peel her clothes off over her head. As soon as it’s off she crosses her hands over her chest. Her eyes are searching my face, she looks nervous, or embarrassed. I let my eyes drag down from her face over her chest and stomach. I count the scars as I touch them, just barely grazing my fingers over them.
“Six,” I breathe. I glance at her face and see her eyebrows knit together. “You're gorgeous,” I say and her eyes dart back to mine. I look back at her stomach and dip my head down to the first scar I saw. “One,” I start, kissing my way all along the length of it. Her body relaxes a little bit under me. “Two,” I continue, moving to the next scar. Her body relaxes a little bit more. “Three.”
I keep going until I’ve covered every scar with my lips. Rosie sighs and I bring my lips up to hers.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say again. Her lips finally curl up into a shy smile.
“Smooth talker,” she says. I shake my head. I wish I could let her know that this isn’t how it is, this isn’t how I am. This is something special.
Instead of responding, I crush my lips against hers and let my weight cover her body. My cock is straining against my underwear harder than ever before, and Rosie wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel the heat of her centre pressed up against me. I can’t wait any longer.
I rip my underwear down my legs and reach down to my pants to grab a condom. My cock is rock hard and Rosie reaches down to wrap her delicate fingers around it. She strokes it gently as I rip the crinkling package open and take the condom out. I groan and then roll it over my hard cock. Rosie shifts her weight and lifts her eyes up to mine. She stares at me through her lashes and a devilish grin paints itself on her lips. I grin back and grab my cock, positioning it against her and pausing for just a second.
Entering her is indescribable. It’s ecstasy. It’s unadulterated pleasure. It’s incredible. My eyes close and the breath escapes my lungs as I
push in slowly, feeling her walls adjust to my girth. When I feel my cock hit the depths of her pussy I open my eyes and she gasps. Her eyes are wide and she’s staring at me. Her hand reaches up and she places it over my chest, over my heart. I interlock my fingers over hers and reach down to grab her breast.
I try to keep my strokes long and slow but before I know it I’ve lost control. She’s moaning and digging her fingers into my skin and I’m driving my cock deep into her. I thrust deeper and harder and drop my chest down so that I can kiss her again.
I drive my cock into her and crush my lips against hers, tangling my fingers into her fiery red hair as she moans into my mouth with every thrust.
Our bodies are completely connected. She takes my cock inside her and grips tightly it as I push myself into her. Her legs squeeze my waist, and I groan as I feel her contract around me. Her whole body starting to tense as her back arches. I can feel the pressure building inside her just as it’s building in me and I reach down to find her bud.
My thumb makes contact with her clit and I twirl my finger around it once, twice, three times and then I feel it. Her walls flood with pleasure and I drive my cock into her harder. Her back arches and her mouth opens into a silent scream. She drops her head back and digs her nails into my back, my shoulders, my neck, wherever she can reach. The pleasure coursing through my veins only intensifies as the pain of her fingernails buzzes through me.
She gasps, inhaling loudly and tilting her head forward again to look at me. Her face is rapt. The moment I see the pure pleasure in her cloudy eyes I explode. I’ve never come like this before. I fill the condom again and again as she wraps her arms and legs around me. The pleasure explodes from my cock, sending electric shocks through every nerve ending in my body.
I collapse on top of her as I try to retain control over my ragged breath. My heart is hammering against my chest and I stay there. We hold each other until our bodies let us move again.
Chapter 8 - Rosie
When my heartbeat goes back down to normal I open my eyes and trail my fingers over Lucas’ back. He moans gently into my neck and lifts himself up to look at me, framing my face with his forearms.
“That was nice,” he growls.
“Only nice?” I grin.
“Yeah,” he says with a smirk. “It was ok.”
I laugh and playfully smack his arm before running my fingers over his muscular shoulder and around his neck. He closes his eyes and sighs.
“Your touch is amazing.”
“Your skin is amazing,” I respond. We’re like two lovestruck teenagers instead of two full-grown adults who have just screwed each other’s brains out. Is this what Jess had in mind when she said I needed to be royally Fucked with a capital ‘F’? Somehow it seems like more than that. I wouldn’t even call it casual sex, that cheapens what just happened.
Lucas dips his chin down and kisses my lips. I groan and wrap my arms around him until he pulls away.
“Where did you come from?” he breathes.
I grin. “I could ask you the same thing. If I remember correctly, it was you who barged in on my cab.”
“Barged in!” His eyebrows shoot up. “You slithered your way in when I had my head turned for a second!”
“Slithered!” I repeat, painting exaggerated outrage on my face. “I’m a snake now, am I?”
“I knelt down to tie my shoelace and you pounced on the chance.”
“That’s not slithering my way in, that’s capitalising on an opportunity. And plus, the cab driver was clearly stopping for me.”
“No way,” Lucas shoots back, laughing. “He definitely saw me first.”
“Agree to disagree,” I say, shrugging and laughing as he lowers his face towards mine. He rubs his nose on mine, over and back, over and back, and then dips his lips down to meet mine. His kiss is soft and sweet, and I part my lips to taste him. I groan and sigh when he pulls away.
He sits up and looks down.
“Ahh, shit,” he says under his breath. I look down to see the condom on the sofa. “Must have slid out just then.”
“That’s ok,” I say as I sit up. “I’ll grab a towel. The bathroom is just there.”
Lucas nods and grabs the condom to throw it out. I get a rag from the kitchen and wipe the wet stain off the sofa. Hopefully that doesn’t leave a mark.
I slip my panties back on and check the kitchen for something we can eat. My fridge is empty except for mustard and a block of cheese. I close it again and spot a bottle of wine in the cupboard. It’s been there for months, Harper got if for me when I got out of the hospital. I usually just go for the cheapest bottle I can get but she actually knows good wine from bad. I grab the bottle and wipe off the dust.
“Perfect,” I say to myself. I pop the cork and pour a couple glasses just as Lucas appears in the doorway, wearing his tight white boxers and undershirt. I hand him a glass of wine.
“Thanks,” he says, never taking his eyes off me. “So what’s a girl like you doing alone on her birthday?”
“I’m not alone,” I reply with one eyebrow raised. I lift the glass to my lips and take a sip as I watch a grin play over his lips.
“Of all the cabs in all the streets in all of New York City, you walk into mine,” he says with a sigh.
I lift a finger up. “You walk into mine, you mean.”
His grin changes into a laugh that breaks his face open. His eyes shine as he laughs openly, with his mouth wide open. I like his laugh. I giggle as well and then we both take a drink.
“You’re stubborn,” he says. “I like that.”
“Tenacious,” I correct as I glance at him sideways and walk past him into the living room. I knock him gently with my hip on the way by and give him a wink.
“Right, tenacious. Persistent, even,” he replies as he follows me. I sit down on the sofa, folding a leg underneath me and he takes a seat next to him. I glance at him over my wine glass as I take another sip.
“So where are you going tomorrow? Holiday?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Back home to Los Angeles.”
I nod and my mouth falls open. “Oh.”
He smiles sadly and I look away. Did he look sad? I must be making things up. I take another drink and try to shake my thoughts away. This was a one-night thing, obviously. You don’t pick someone up in a cab and expect to date them.
“I was in New York for business, been here ten days. I can’t wait to go back, to be honest.” He opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something and then just lifts his wine glass and takes a drink. “This is nice stuff,” he says as he lifts the glass towards me.
“Mm, yes,” I say as I swirl my glass. “Tannins and… fruity notes. Dry tasting. Or whatever,” I finish with a laugh. I shrug. “I don’t really know anything about wine. It was a present.”
He smiles. “Well, I’m glad you’re sharing it with me. I’m flattered.”
I glance at his face again and notice the little dimple in his left cheek. He smiles at me and desire stirs inside me again. The warmth in my core starts to blossom as I watch him take another sip.
It might be a one night thing, but at least I can enjoy it for the whole night. There’s still a few hours for me to get royally Fucked again and again. And again.
Chapter 9 - Lucas
Rosie puts her glass down and comes closer to me on the sofa. I open my arms and she turns to lean back against my chest. I wrap my arm around her and trail my fingers across her clavicle. I feel her body relax into mine and my heartbeat slows. I lean back and close my eyes, but I know I won’t sleep, not with this beautiful woman so close to me. My cock is already twitching as the warmth of her body rests over mine.
“What time is your flight?” she asks.
“8am. I probably have to leave here around 5 at the latest. I haven’t even packed yet.”
“Who said you were sleeping over?” she says as she turns her head. I can see the corner of her lip curl upwa
rds and I chuckle.
“You wouldn’t throw me out. You’re too nice.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I can tell,” I say softly. It’s true, I can. She has a warmth about her that’s infectious. She makes me feel like I’m home.
Rosie turns around and drapes her arm over my chest. She pushes herself up so that our faces are just inches apart and she studies me for a few moments.
“I wasn’t expecting my night to end like this,” she says.
I pause. “Are you happy that it did?”
Her smile widens and her eyes sparkle that delicious green colour. “I’m happy that it’s not over yet.”
She leans forward and crushes her lips against mine. Her kiss sends a jolt through my entire body, like an electric thrill coursing through my veins. She presses herself against me so that I can feel her breasts on my chest, her nipples hard as they rub against me. I wrap my fingers into her hair and kiss her harder.
Her body melts into mine and I know what bliss feels like. It’s this. It’s this woman in my arms, kissing me as if her life depended on it. It’s the delicate perfume that she’s wearing and the feel of her silky curls through my fingers. It’s the heat of her body and the softness of her skin pressed against mine.
I want to enjoy every single minute that we have together. I wish I’d met her ten days ago, ten years ago! I wish I wasn’t leaving in a few short hours and I could explore her body like I want to. I want to know everything about her, both body and mind. I want to make her grin and have her shoot that sideways look at me. I want to watch her laugh and see the way she tucks her hair behind her ear again.
I want to taste her. I want to bury my tongue inside her and suck her bud until she’s grinding herself against my mouth and screaming my name. I want to drive my cock inside her deeper and harder than I did before, and then I want to sit back and watch her bounce on top of it.