Mr. Roommate: Single Dad & Virgin Romance

Brent

My ex-wife brought Melody for her weekend visit on Saturday and she stayed with us until Monday, so I didn’t get any time with Hannah after the first night. We had a few secret kisses in the hallway and I was burning with desire for her, but I wasn’t quite ready to talk about the subject with my daughter, so we kept things quelled the best we could. I knew there would be a time when Hannah permanently joined me in my bed, but I could wait until the time was right. My mind was on fire as I went to work on Monday. It was difficult enough thinking about having her when I got home the previous Friday, but after having a taste, I felt like an addict that needed more of what we shared. I was the first one out the door again when the day was done, and I was sure I would get a speeding ticket if a cop happened to be anywhere along the route, but I got lucky.

I hope she’s already home…

When my car turned onto my street, I was surprised to see a strange truck in my driveway, parked behind Hannah’s car in the garage. I felt a sense of dread, wondering if he father had decided to make some sort of surprise visit—or worse—if she regretted what we did and called him. As I got closer, I could tell the truck was definitely not a rental, so that ruled out her father. I turned into the driveway and saw the front door standing open. I immediately put my car in park and opened the driver side door. I could hear shouting from inside my house. I ran towards my house and as I got closer to the door, I could hear a man’s voice, as well as Hannah’s. I walked inside and saw a man hulking over her and she was backed into a corner with tears in her eyes.

“You stupid bitch!” The man jabbed a finger into her shoulder as I started towards him.

“What the hell are you doing here, Anthony?” Her voice was filled with terror.

Anthony—the asshole that she told me about.

“I’m taking what is mine! It took me a long time to find you and I’m not leaving here without you!” He raised his hand as if he was going to strike her.

“Hey!” His hand hesitated when he heard my voice.

“Who the fuck are you?” His attention left Hannah immediately and he turned towards me. “Oh, I get it. You must be her new boyfriend. Well, too bad! I’m the one she loves!”

My eyes went red with rage. The heated blood burned straight to my ears and my face quickly flushed with anger. He took a step towards me as my fists clenched. He took a fighting stance that would have made my boxing instructor laugh—a second later he tried to swing. I ducked his punch and fired an uppercut that could have knocked out an elephant. Anthony’s jaw shifted sideways and he lifted off the ground for a moment before he started to collapse. I fired two quick punches into his abdomen when he found solid ground again, followed by a punch that slammed into his face. I felt his nose shatter and blood erupted as he dropped to the floor and started sputtering.

“You want to fight for her? Fine.” He started to stand and his hand went into his pocket. I moved in a circle around him, putting myself between him and Hannah.

“There’s no way you’re going to win this fight, asshole. Just get in your truck and drive away.” I held my hands ready.

“We’ll see about that.” His wrist flicked as he pulled his hand from his pocket and I saw a knife.

I shifted my stance when I saw the knife. Boxing wasn’t going to stop a knife, but I still knew how to defend myself. He came at me with the knife and I hit his wrist with a palm strike that sent him spinning. When he turned back around, only his body moved towards me. His face and head went the opposite directly as one of my stiff punches struck him right in the chin. Two connected with his midsection as I used his ribs like a speed bag and then drilled him square in the retracting jaw the second he tried to turn towards me again. The knife hit the floor and his head went straight back and slammed into the back of his neck from a thunderous punch. He was done and his knees went weak as he dropped to the floor.

“Call the police.” I turned to Hannah and kept my eyes focused on Anthony in case he tried to move.

The security company that was supposed to keep assholes like Anthony out of our gated community arrived before the police did. The security guard put handcuffs on him and kept him in the back of their car until we saw the flashing red and blue lights. The police searched his truck after finding that he had a fake driver’s license with Mr. Smith’s name on it. They found rope and duct tape in his truck. He was a lot more dangerous than I originally realized. He didn’t just randomly show up. He plotted out exactly what he was going to do and if Hannah didn’t agree to go with him, he intended to take her by force. I was thankful that I got home when I did because it could have ended a lot worse if I had been delayed by even a few minutes.

After we gave our statements to the police and Anthony was hauled away, we called Hannah’s father and he said he would be on the next flight to California. I fixed a whiskey for myself and decided to fix one for her as well. She definitely needed it.

“Anthony is just another example of the bad life choices I’ve made.” She sipped her drink and sighed.

“That wasn’t your fault. That wasn’t your bad life choice—it was his.” I shook my head and let the whiskey linger on my tongue for a moment before I swallowed it.

“I’m really glad you showed up when you did.” She moved closer to me on the couch. “I really didn’t think he would ever show up here. I thought my father was just being overly cautious…”

“Men like that aren’t normal. They don’t think like the rest of the world. You can’t expect them to behave like rational people.” I sipped my drink and she snuggled against my chest.

“I know—I’m just glad you showed up and saved me.”

Her lips raised up and she kissed me.

I couldn’t deny that I wanted her again. The way her lips pressed to mine was absolutely mind blowing. When they parted and I tasted her tongue, I was lost in the moment. Even with the turmoil of the day boiling in my mind, Hannah was intoxicating. I let my emotions get absorbed into hers. I brought my hand around to the back of her head and started kissing her harder. Our lips formed the perfect seal again and we moved our tongues against each other while our hands explored each other’s body. I pulled her shirt off and started working to remove it while she ran her hands along my chest. Our lips parted and I could feel my desire getting stronger.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” I unhooked her bra and pulled it free to reveal her gorgeous breasts.

My lips kissed her neck and her shoulders before I made my way down to her breasts. I took her left one in my mouth and sucked while she raised up and down on my crotch, locking her fingers behind my head and grinding. I squeezed and fondled her right one while she continued to push against me with a clear need in her touch. My cock was pressed against my pants so hard that I thought it was going to tear the fabric apart if I didn’t let it free soon. I loved having her in my arms—I had been thinking about it non-stop since the first time we were together.

“You’re the kind of man I need…” She kissed me one last time and then stripped off my shirt. She started kissing down my chest and stomach, sliding to the floor as she did.

It was almost like watching a movie in slow motion as she pulled my belt open and unzipped my pants. If I tried to count the years it had been since I had a mouth on my cock, I would have needed two hands. She pulled my pants down and started stroking my cock. Her eyes flickered with excitement as she watched it get hard in her hand. She moved her hands up and down the shaft for several minutes before she started kissing along the top and down the sides. When she got down to my balls, she started gently kissing and sucking on them. My eyes rolled back in my head.

“That feels really good.” Pleasure started to consume me.