Page 115 of Living Legend

She massaged the tip of my cock and then stroked back down to my base, frantically moving her hand up and down my length. I groaned low at the feel of her fingers tightening around me. She used her other hand to grip my bicep. My short nails were digging into the wood of the door, and I had to muster everything I had in me not to kiss her, because the minute I kissed her, it would be all over. Her breathing was becoming shallow, and I noticed the way her mouth was starting to form the start of my name.

“Fuck, please,” she begged in a small voice, followed by a tug of my cock. Then she said it. She said it so smoothly and without hesitation that I could have come from that alone if I was an impatient kind of guy. “Please, Nick, make me come.”

My eyes would have rolled back into my head if I wasn’t so determined to watch her fall apart. I pressed the heel of my hand harder against her clit and rubbed. My curved fingers massaged that spot inside of her so hard, her legs started shaking. I would kiss her the minute she started to come on my hand, so hard that her sounds would go nowhere else, and they would be mine. I pumped my fingers, kneading her clit, and watched her squirm until her teeth started to bite into her lip, her eyes piercing into mine and burning through my very core. I set myself up to taste her lips. She was right there, right at the fucking edge of the cliff when…

“Nick!” a voice shouted from beyond the door.

I paused immediately, my hand making no movements, Dani immobile with me pinning her against the door. This was a literal nightmare.

“Nick!” my father shouted again as I heard him opening a cabinet. Then the pop and sizzle of bacon on a skillet rattled through my eardrums. If I didn’t answer him, he would come looking for me, and if he went into my room, he would find my discarded shirt and Dani’s panties. I quickly rallied.

“Yeah, Dad?” I answered, releasing my hand from the door, and pulling my other hand from where it was still inside my now wide-eyed demon, who was literally on the verge of laughter. I may have stopped touching her, but she still had her fist wrapped tightly around my aching cock.

“I’m making breakfast. Get Dani up and both of you can get something to eat.”

Clearly, I wasn’t on the couch when he came into the kitchen, so he must have seen that the bathroom light was on or just made an educated guess that I was still in the house. “Yup, I’ll get right on that.”

Dani smiled at me, showing all her perfectly white teeth. “I think what your dad meant is get Danioff, not up.” She jerked my cock.

I stifled a groan and, with quite possibly all the strength I had, I grabbed her wrist and liberated my cock from her grasp. I felt empty without her touch, but I had to put some distance between us, which is why I took a few steps back, tucking myself back into my pants, even though my cock was very, very upset with my choices.

“It was a joke, Nick. Calm down.”

I leaned down and yanked her clothes from the floor, putting them on the back of the toilet with my folded sweatpants. “Take a shower, Dani. I need to go talk to him.” I nodded my head towards where my dad was beyond the door.I went over to the sink and quickly washed the scent of her off my fingers.

She scrunched her mouth to the side, sizing me up. “Alright.” She strode past me, brushing her arm with mine. “Just know the shower would be better if you were in here with me. Since you want to be the good guy, I’ll just think of you while I’m in here.” She said this with such a nonchalant tone, I had to blink a few times to make sure I heard her right.

The showerwouldprobably be better with me in it. It would be longer, the bathroom full of fucking steam, and if my father had no idea what had happened between us, he would surely know when he heard the slapping of water and the sound of her screaming my name. I wasn’t going to risk it, no matter how tempting it was to fuck her so hard, she didn’t think about anyone else,ever.

Woah, where the fuck did that come from?

I scrubbed the back of my head and headed towards the bathroom door, right as she turned on the water to the shower. Right before I opened the door, I looked back and saw her remove the sweatshirt, giving me a perfect view of her curves, smooth brown skin that didn’t seem to have a flaw anywhere in sight, the delicious way her ass looked, perched high and round, as if it was just asking for my hand to grab it. Now I was remembering all the times Ihadgrabbed it, the moments when I let my teeth sink into it. She snuck a look over her shoulder and squinted at me suspiciously, as if she knew every single thought running through my head. I rolled my eyes and snuck out the door, making sure my father was nowhere in sight, then made a beeline for my room.

I had quickly decided a shower was out of the question now, so I got my shit together and put on jeans and a new t-shirt, slipping my feet into a pair of high tops. I was just coming out of my room when I heard a voice that wasn’t my father’s from the kitchen. I guess I was too wrapped up in my own head to have heard somebody come into the house. I listened closer as I took cautious steps towards the living room. It was a female voice, not one I’d heard before, but then again, I wasn’t the expert on women my dad was friendly with.

I rounded the corner slowly, leaning near the fireplace mantle, but stopped when they both came into view. They were near the kitchen counter, their bodies angled away from me. My father was telling her something and leaning in close, so I couldn’t make out what he said. She let out a soft laugh, almost flirty, and placed a hand on his forearm. She had long dark hair that was tied into a braid, long enough to reach her lower back. She finally angled her face enough to make out some of her features. She was pretty, that was obvious. She was Indian, her skin an olive tone with a hint of a golden hue, her eyebrows dark and angled perfectly, as if she took the time out of her day to make sure they were sheer perfection. She had a gold hoop nose ring that caught a small bit of light each time she moved her head. She was tall, but not tall enough to compare with my father or me.

The mystery woman let out another laugh, placing her coffee mug down. I scratched the back of my neck and stepped out from near the mantle, clearing my throat. They both looked at me expectantly. I looked back at them, waiting for someone to say something, but my father just looked at the woman next to him, opened his mouth, and then closed it. That was strange, but I was taught to have some sort of manners, so I crossed the room and stuck my hand out to her.

“Hey, I’m Nick.” The woman smiled at me, probably one of the warmest smiles I had ever seen, and took my hand. Her eyes were a whiskey color that made me feel a smooth comfort within my veins. She had nails painted red with little silver sparkles on them. She looked a little younger than my father, but not by much.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Nicholas. Your father has told me a lot about you.” She gave my hand a squeeze before she released it. She placed her hand on her chest. “I’m Daya Varma.”

I looked over her shoulder to my father. “Well, I wish I could say the same thing about you.” I had meant it to come out like a joke, but I could tell my father didn’t see it that way with how he held his coffee mug tighter.

Daya just laughed and shook her head. “Don’t be mad at him; it’s my fault really.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Well, you see, your father wanted to tell you about…” Before she could continue, my dad came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Daya has brought Dani some other clothes. No need for her to be walking around in clothes from yesterday’s disaster.” He nodded towards the neatly folded clothes on the arm of the couch.

“She has?” I asked, lifting one of the corners of a folded shirt.

Daya nodded. “I have a daughter, Alex. She’s around your age and she likes to design and create clothing, so I thought I would bring some of the extra pieces she had lying around.”

I nodded back at her with understanding. I heard the shower water shut off, telling me Dani was done. “That’s nice. It seems like she’s out of the shower now if you want to catch her before she puts on her old clothes.”

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