Page 4 of Daddy's Double Surprise

I stood there, my mind a mess of conflicting thoughts. She was right there, so close, the way she looked at me, so eager, so sure of what she wanted. God, I wanted her too—there was no denying that. But something in the back of my head kept warning me. She was drunk, and I wasn’t some guy who just took advantage of a situation like this.

I wasn’t a predator. I’d known her for all of ten minutes, and here I was, already on the edge, torn between what felt like a perfect, dangerous opportunity and what I knew was the smarter, more respectful choice. I was at a friend’s house, a little too far from the line I should’ve been walking. But I couldn’tseem to push her away—not when she was looking at me like that, her breath warm and tempting.

Without saying another word, she took my hand in hers, the warmth of her skin sending a sizzle of arousal through me. Her fingers were soft, but firm in their grip, guiding me down the hall toward a quieter part of the house.

3

SUNNY

My head spun and twirled as I walked. The dangerously hot man whose hand I held firmly in mine followed along behind me. I stole quick glances at his face every few strides. My cheeks were flaming hot, my core pulsing with arousal. I got horny every time I drank, so that part wasn’t new, but throwing myself at a perfectly respectable man seemed extreme, but I was ready to feel alive again.

For a week, I’d done nothing but lie in bed and stare at a wall. Without Kira, I had no life, no friends around here to hang out with, no job to keep me preoccupied and distracted. And so when Dad said “party” I knew immediately I would get wasted and have fun. I just didn’t assume there would be a chance for this.

“Sunny, do you think this is a good idea?” Carter asked, and I stole another quick glance. He was cute, acting hesitant and shy. But I felt his dick. It was rock-hard. He wanted me, or maybe he was just that turned on by my mostly naked body in this bikini, which boosted my ego a bit.

“Oh, I think this is the best idea.” I turned and started walking backward, inching down the hallway away from thebustle of activity. When Dad threw parties like this, no place was sacred except the bedrooms, and once I even walked in on a couple making out in my bed.

Today was no different. Carter apologized to a few people standing at the foot of the stairs when I bumped into them and giggled. Then I let go of his hand and started up the steps, making sure to sway my hips in an exaggerated fashion so he’d have no choice but to notice the thong riding up my crack. I knew my butt looked amazing in this suit; it was why I picked it.

“Sunny,” he said again, and when I turned to look at him, I noticed he had a lost puppy-dog look on his face as he watched the crowd of folks downstairs growing smaller with every step we ascended.

“Live a little…” I winked and took his hand again, well aware of how drunk I was. It was a wonder he could even understand me. I never even tried to pace myself. Dad lectured me earlier, told me I was spiraling, that I needed to get a grip. Maybe I was spiraling. Maybe I liked it.

When we were safely tucked away in my room, door locked behind us, I pulled the cover-up off and tossed it to the floor. Carter’s eyes were wide with lust, hungrily raking over my curves. But he stood a few strides away, keeping his hands to himself like a perfect gentleman.

“You can touch if you want,” I told him as I reached behind myself and pulled the tie for my bikini top. He watched me with caution while licking his lower lip.

“You’re really drunk. You’re not really in any shape to consent to this, and I don’t want to be that guy…You know?” His forehead furrowed and his eyes narrowed. But I saw that tent in his pants.

I let the bikini top drop to the floor and imagined how amazing his stubble would feel on the inside of my thighs. How incredible his dick might feel sliding into me.

“Look, Carter, I’ve had men try to tell me who to be and what to do my whole life. For once, I am making a choice I want. Is it reckless?” I asked, stepping closer to him. My finger wound around in my hair, tangling it, and his eyes locked on my pebbled nipples. “Of course it’s reckless. But I don’t care. I need to feel alive.”

He didn’t back away as I approached, so I took his hand and rested it on my left breast. His palm was warm cupping me, squeezing gently. I watched his chest puff out as he tensed.

“You’re not going to hate me when this is over? Or regret doing this?” He glanced nervously around the room.

“Don’t worry. I locked the door,” I told him, then I gripped his dick through his pants and squeezed. He shuddered and I smirked. “Would you feel better if I get my phone out and record myself saying I want this sex? That way you could really just let loose and bang me hard, and neither one of us will have regrets tomorrow.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It’s just not right…”

“Take. A. Risk,” I said, punctuating each word as I slid my hand into his pants to find his fleshy girth pulsing. “I promise not to tell a soul.” The alcohol was so heavy I found it hard to stand up, but this was just what I needed. A distraction, something to snap me out of the doldrums. Something wild—like Kira would’ve done. So uncharacteristic of me but completely logical considering what I’d been going through.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said.

“I’m wearing a female condom.” Carter’s hand continued to knead my tit, so I took his other one and brought it to my core, slipping my bikini bottoms to the side for his fingers to search me out, and my God did they ever. “See?” I grinned and smirked at him as his fingers pushed into me and he growled.

“You just planned for something like this?” When his lips brushed over my exposed hard nipple, I knew I had him.

“I hoped maybe I’d meet someone worth the risk.” In honesty, I just wanted to get laid, and Carter was the one who piqued my interest the most. Now, with his fingers pushing into my slit, all I wanted was release.

“God woman,” he grumbled and sucked on my nipple so hard he had me hissing. “You’re asking for trouble.”

“I’ve never been one to play by the rules…” I purred and unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and eager and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me.

Carter’s lips trailed up my chest to my neck. He sucked my pulse point as I stroked him and backed toward my bed.

“Tell me you want this,” I said, yanking my thong down and kicking it away from my ankle. Carter’s breathing was ragged as he looked down at my soaked slit. His dick bobbed between us, hard and ready for action.

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