“Um…no. We’re fine—”
“Actually, we’re really thirsty,” I cut in, smirking at the waitress. “Refills would be great. Thanks.” She nods and disappears, and I turn my attention back to him. “Now, where were we?”
He grips my hand roughly. “We were nowhere. You need to remove your hand.” The feral growl in his voice only intensifies my need for him. I dig my nails into his slacks, causing a jerking motion in his pants. Visions of his naked cock fill my mind. My eyes wander to his groin anticipating just how big and enticing it will be if he ceases to the temptation. What it will take for him to give in to the lust he’s fighting to hide.
I know my window is short, and before Hazel returns, I make a bold move. With his hand still latched around mine, I lock his fingers between mine and drag our joined hands between my thighs. Forgetting to wear underwear was not an accident. I praise my smart thinking as I press the tip of his fingers between my wet folds.
“Jesus,” he groans and tries to pull away. His panicked eyes sear into mine, and I giggle, pushing him harder against my wet pussy. He makes another weak attempt to get his hand free, and it makes me pulsate against his hand.
“How about some dessert, Mr. Winters?” I whisper for his ears only. “Here’s a taste test.” I shove his hand closer, blessing myself with a finger breaching my opening.
His eyes flare with anger as a deep growl crawls up his throat. “I said enough—”
“Sorry, guys. It was Evan from my ethics class. He just asked me out!” Hazel returns, smiling from ear to ear as she slides back into her seat. I return the gesture, releasing her daddy’s hand and lifting mine above the table to high five her.
“That’s awesome! I told you he was into you.”
“Right! He says when we get back, we should set something up and to text him my schedule.” She begins to launch off a text, and I look over at Heath with a Cheshire grin. His eyes are clouded over, lust mixed with denial pouring from his gaze. I should feel guilty. Consider what this would do to Hazel if she found out her best friend was trying to seduce her father. But there’s a need inside me so strong, it overrides any guilt. And with the dark haze of hunger he’s displaying, I can’t stop now.
I reach over for my glass and take a sip of my soda, twirling my tongue around the straw. Hazel, wearing a wide grin, sets her phone down, offering us her undivided attention. “Okay, sorry, what’d I miss?”
If it weren’t for us sitting so close, I’d miss the tensing of Heath’s body next to me. Enjoying his discomfort, I answer, “Oh, nothing. Your dad and I were discussing dessert. I was offering some options.”
He loses his composure, and his knees smack the bottom of the table. His fidgety hands knock his beer over. “Shit,” he hisses, shoving himself back to avoid soaking his pants.
“Oh, Dad, here.” Hazel reaches over, handing him a wad of napkins. “Are you okay?” He wipes away the beer before it overflows into his lap.
“Excuse me…I have to…” He practically pushes me out of the booth to free himself. “Sorry, I… um, need to get going. I have tons of work to finish.”
“I thought you weren’t—”
He throws a wad of cash onto the table. “I know, baby girl. But this is something I can’t ignore. Stay. Enjoy yourselves. I assume you two can catch an uber or cab ride home.”
He refuses to make eye contact with me, which is a pity. If he did, he’d see the tempted pleasure there. Leaning down, he gives his daughter a quick kiss on the forehead, then rushes away.
2
Heath
Slamming the door to my office, I throw myself into my chair and reach into my drawer for my scotch. I pour a hefty glass until it sits just above the rim, then take a huge gulp, needing the burn to wake me the fuck up. I scrub my sweaty palms down my face, trying to wipe away the images of my daughter’s little roommate. “Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?” I’m not in my right mind. Stress from work is causing this inappropriate response. Too much alcohol blurring my damn common sense. What is she thinking, flirting with a man twice her age? Wearing such a scandalous shirt, giving anyone a show of her perky tits. Perfect small nipples. “Enough,” I growl. This is so fucking wrong. I need to stop. Unfortunately, my rock-hard cock is threatening to tear through my slacks. I cuss under my breath, angry with myself for acting so carelessly. I shouldn’t have allowed her so close. I’m the adult, for Christ’s sake. I let her— “Fuck.” Her wetness and warmth lingers on the tips of my fingers.
I should have figured out what she was up to and stopped it—shit, I should have stopped it the first time I saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. She’s too young. She shouldn’t be offering such seductive advances to someone my age. But those lips. Her bare thighs. A stronger man would have denied the inappropriate passes or shut them down the instant they began. But I’m weak. Every time I saw her in the background of those video calls, she wanted me to bask in the beauty of her flawless breasts. God, I wanted to ram my cock between those tits like no other. My hand’s been around my dick too many times to count fantasizing about it.
This is completely fucked up and wrong. I slam the rest of the whiskey, needing to erase the image of her hand guiding mine inside her sweet, wet cunt. “Not helping,” I lecture myself, brushing my hand over my erection. Maybe if I stroke myself a few times, it’ll release some pressure. Not thinking about her lips and what they’d feel like around my cock would work too. Oh, screw it. My hand dips into my pants, releasing myself. I groan at the first tug. “That’s it,” I moan, squeezing my cock and stroking up and down. Instead of searching for a mindless release, my mind goes back to her staring at me, eye-fucking me, her tongue licking her bottom lip. Fuck… I stroke harder.
I’m going to hell. If being with my daughter’s roommate isn’t bad enough, the fact that she’s eighteen should be a great reason to stop masturbating. The problem is my mind won’t stop replaying the way her hand felt on my thigh as I grazed her hot pussy. My eyelids become heavy, and I close them, working myself in my hand, trying to fight off the images of her pink nipples through her tight little top. I bet her cunt is just as pink.
“Jesus,” I moan, working myself faster. That naughty little girl is taunting me. Wanting me to—
A knock on my office door has my hand jolting. Fuck. I rip my hand off, shaking my head. What the fuck am I doing?
“Knock, knock,” Violet says as she pops her head in. “Hazel went to bed. I figured I’d see if you were up for a nightcap.” She’s holding a crystal glass half-filled with whiskey.
“I’m good, but thank you. I have work to finish.” Jesus Christ, what is she doing? She doesn’t bother asking if she can come in before entering my office. My pants are unbuttoned and my cock is still hard in my lap.
“Oh, come on. Just one drink. Keep me company. You can show me what you’re working on. Maybe I can help you.” My fucking cock is what I was working on. God, she needs to stop coming closer.