He colors up when I look in his face. I think I embarrassed him. I’ll try not to look.
Damn, it’s hard, though.
Chapter 5 Christian
Her apartment is tiny. Cramped with boxes, bags, all kinds of stuff. Everything is neat and spotlessly clean, even though the walls and the paintwork could do with some TLC. I get the feeling she hasn’t lived here long.
Far as I can tell she has just two rooms, a bathroom and the little kitchen. That must be one room for Mimi and the other one for Jessica and everything else. She shows me into the little kitchen.
I put down the pizza boxes and the sodas on her breakfast bar. “That Jake guy,” I ask her, “The one claims to be Mimi’s father. Does he know where you live?”
“Not now,” she shakes her head. “I’ve had to move three times this past year.”
“Each time because of him?”
She hesitates a moment before she nods. Thinking about whether to tell me I guess. Thinking what to tell me, and how much.
The whole idea of that asshole makes me worried for her. I can see that she’s in a tough place and I can’t begin to guess what it is. I don’t want to press her for details if she doesn’t want to say. One thing I can’t stop myself asking, “Does he come chasing after you, or is he trying to get to Mimi?”
She looks at me a long time. And her a face, in those couple of moments, is a home movie of expressions and emotions. I can’t read them faster.
“He’s Mimi’s father, but I wish she never had to see him again.”
Chapter 6 Jessica
He leans back against the kitchen counter and it’s like an action hero walked in and filled up my kitchen. He’s so hot I can hardly breathe.
Somehow I seem to have forgotten how to open a soda can and talk at the same time. I’m managing to make a mess of both. Then I remember that glasses are a good way to drink soda. The glasses are in the cupboard, but he’s standing half in front of it.
A normal person would ask him to get them. Instead, I make an awkward gesture of opening the cupboard. Standing too close to him. I’m so close the heat of his body warms my tits and the front of my stomach. The heat between my thighs is generating enough by itself and doesn’t need any help.
While I’m stretching up like an idiot for the glasses, he smiles down at me as he reaches around me to pick the tumblers off the shelf. As he does, I feel the long ridge at the front of his pants slide and burn against my ass.
His strong arm is around behind my shoulder. His eyes and his teeth shine at me and my knees feel watery.
Vibrations from his deep voice buzz inside me and it’s hard to keep still.
When he says in that voice like dark, liquid honey, “I remember you have an early shift, so don’t let me keep you up too late,” I think, Christian, we could go to bed right now, but somehow I hold back from saying it.
Then he says, “I was really glad you called.”
I’m trying to turn to face him, but the press of his cock is too good to lose just yet. I don’t mean to push my ass back against his hot ridge, but I do it anyway. I know that I shouldn’t have done that. But I do it again.
He’s such a gentleman that he doesn’t respond. I wish he was a little less of a gentleman right now. I know it’s idiotic. He wouldn’t be interested in me. Not in that way. He’s… well, he’s amazing. Gorgeous.
And I’m, I’m just me.
I tell him, “I’m really glad that you came.”
He puts the glasses on the counter and then lays his hand on my shoulder. A comforting sense of security warms me. All the way through. And I’m raging with heat at the tops of my thighs, feeling the press of his rod into the flesh of my ass.
“But, really,” he says—his eyes are like smoldering coals. I would do anything to have a man like him—”Throw me out as soon as you need to.” That would be around about never, Christian.
“I am loving the smell of your hair.” He sighs. I look up, “And,” he says, “I’m loving even more the push of your ass against my cock.”
I push back more. Wriggling.
“Is this very bad?” I ask him.
Chapter 7 Christian
“Bad enough for you to need a spanking.”
Her eyes pop wide. Her cheeks flush.
I turn her by her shoulders. Put my foot on a little stool.
“I can’t get over your knee!”
“I think you can.”
She squeals as I lift her. Cradle her in my arms. I want to kiss her. And her lips part. But that can wait. I lay her gently across my knee.
“Ready?” I ask her.
“No, Daddy.” She’s fighting to hold back a giggle.
“Good.” and I slap her ass. Just hard enough to make it tingle.
“Oh!” She wriggles in a wonderful way. Her soft, full flesh spills and rolls as she hugs around my huge thigh.
I put on a deep and very serious voice. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Depends, Daddy,” and now she can’t help shaking with a giggle.
“Oh, dear.” I say in my serious voice, as I slap her ass again. This time a little harder. She jolts as my hand lands on her denim shorts. I hold her heavenly ass and squeeze it.
