I pull the keycard out and shove it into my back pocket, and then shrug and stuff the envelope in there too. I can feel my dick harden e
ven as I move through the bar. Oh God, please let this be Daphne. If I show up with a hard-on and it’s Heather opening the door, I’m going to have one unhappy dick.
I impatiently ride the elevator up to the third floor and then hurry down the hallway. Three doors, and then…
315.
I pull out the keycard and go to swipe it, but then realize that I should knock first. Let her know I’m here. Then open the door. I don’t want to surprise her. I want to fuck her. Two totally different things.
I knock, surprised that my hand is shaking slightly from need and desire thrumming through my veins, and then slide the card through the door card reader.
Here goes nothing.
I’m pushing down on the door handle just as it opens underneath my hand.
“Oh!” Daphne says, looking slightly surprised. A button is undone on her blouse, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage, and just seeing that, my dick is straining against my trousers.
“Oh,” I say in response, a smile growing on my face. It's Daphne and she wants me as much as I want her, and oh, my dick is going to be happy tonight.
I brush past her, into the room, and then close it behind me. “You seem like you’re surprised to see me,” I say, backing her up against the door and leaning over her, my arm resting on the door over her right shoulder. “Didn’t you mean to send the envelope to me?”
She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me through her eyelashes. “Yes, I did. I thought…”
Her voice dies away as I run a hand over her cheek, down her neck, and to her tit, to cup it in my hand.
“You thought?” I repeat, bending down and running my teeth and lips across her collarbone.
“I thought maybe…you were…the door man…” she got out between breathless sighs. “I thought he…was coming…back…to tell me…he couldn’t…”
“Couldn’t find me?” I finally finish for her, since she doesn’t seem to be able to speak properly. That may or may not have something to do with the fact that I’m suckling on her tit, through the fabric of her shirt and bra, but it doesn’t matter because I know she can feel the warmth and wetness of my mouth on her.
“Yeah. That.”
7
Daphne
I can’t believe my stepfather—well, ex-stepfather, has his mouth on my tit. Through my open shirt I can feel his warm breath, wetting my skin and making bumps raise up over my skin and making me shiver. I can’t form any words, even if I wanted to. I’m still kind of in shock, but yeah, I really want this. Like, want this so damn bad that the part of my brain that would be telling me things like ‘don’t fuck your stepfather’ or ‘you’re drunk and upset, don’t do this’ is completely shut off. I don’t have any of those second-guessing thoughts. I lick my lips. My mouth runs dry and my throat aches. The masculine scent of him in the air drives me wild. I want him closer. I feel like an animal right now—even if he were inside of me right now, it wouldn’t be close enough. I need to feel all of him on me.
And, let’s be honest: the fact that he’s my stepfather kinda helps bring forward that animal side of me. There’s something exhilarating about placing both feet over a line that society has drawn in the sand. Right now, I’ve shut down that part of me that tells me to be a good girl.
Right now, I just want to be bad.
My eyes narrow because I’ve got him in my scope now. The only thing on my mind is how soon he'll tear these clothes off me. I make my hands work to bring them to my own shirt, desperate to get the buttons off myself. I bite my lower lip, tucking it into my teeth with the effort I’m making because my hands are like jelly. I’m weak-kneed and super horny right now; my hands almost miss the buttons from how I’m shaking.
Dominic’s hands capture my wrists, encircling them and making heat course through me like electricity struck us both at the point of contact.
My lips part but no words come out. I don’t know what I’d say, but just when my lips start moving, they’re stopped.
Dominic closes his mouth over mine, stealing the breath I was gasping for. My mind aches with need, and his fingers at my wrists make me shiver with desire. The heat is hot enough to burn, but we just stoke the fires. The kiss is wet, hard, lips to lips, but his tongue deftly parts the seam of my lips and spreads them for his tongue to enter me.
Fuuuuck. I hope his cock does the same soon. He doesn’t kiss like dumb boys my age. No, this is what a man does when he’s going to fuck you. Patience and confidence—that’s what separates boys from men.
The firm grip he has on my wrists travels to my forearms and I moan in time with his touch. He slides his fingers down and starts deftly working his way through the other buttons on my shirt. He gets them all and I break free from him to pull my arms out of the shirt.
Dominic watches me, then he storms up to me and lifts me up to toss me on the bed. I fall down and his hands crawl up to my bra and he unhooks the latch and frees my tits before I can even fathom what’s happening. I feel a shiver going up my spine as he bares my hard nipples, and all of me seems to scream for his body, an urgent need taking over me.
I’m bare before him and he’s fully dressed. I narrow my eyes at him. “Show me what you're hiding behind that stuff we also don’t need,” I say, waving my hand in his general direction. “Please, daddy,” I say and stick my lower lip out and let it quiver. The word daddy rolls out from between my lips like a dart, poisonous and lustful, and I can’t help but smile as I see the wicked grin dancing on his lips. I was playing it up but my body is already shivering and desperate to feel him against me.