Page 12 of Consultation with Dad's Best Friend
It’s Friday, but I work in my office until eight, and then I go to a bar near my office and stay there until I’m bored talking to the bartender.
Chapter 11
Kitty
On Friday night, I intend to wait for Mike to come home, but I drift into sleep after midnight. Not for long, though. I’m startled awake by a loud crashing sound downstairs. I stare at the ceiling for a moment, and then I rush out of my room. “Mike! Is that you?” I call as I run down the stairs.
“Yes, it’s me. I’m sorry if I…er…wake you, Kitty,” he slurs.
Oh, no. He’s drunk. I stop at the base of the stairwell, watching him as he picks up the shoe rack that he knocked off earlier.
He’s wearing his business attire: a white shirt with faint blue stripes. The top buttons are undone, showing his tan skin. His stubble is longer than I last saw it, and his hair is a bit messy. His cheeks are red, and his eyes brighter than usual.
His eyes narrow as he saw me. I’m wearing my lace top babydoll silk nightie and no panties.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice trembling with excitement.
“Yes,” he says as he walks toward me, his eyes roaming over my body.
He stops when he’s two steps away from me and asks me in a gruff voice, “Why aren’t you in bed yet?”
He sounds mad. I pause for a moment and say timidly, “I’m waiting for you.”
“You’re not supposed to. Dammit!” he shouts. “You’re taxing me, you little temptress, while I’m trying to do the right thing!”
“I’m sorry!” I say, tears pouring out of my eyes. “I’ll go back to my room now.”
Just when I’m about to turn, he grasps my hand and pulls me into his arms. He holds me tightly and kisses my head. “I’m sorry, Kitty. I didn’t mean to shout at you.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “And I’m sorry, too.”
He pushes me against the wall. While wiping my tears with his thumb, he gazes at me with lust in his eyes and whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My heart beats frantically as I wait breathlessly for his next move. When he brushes the tips of my breasts with the back of his fingers, I shudder. It’s just the sensation I’ve been craving in the past few days. I moan while wriggling against the wall.
His lips cover mine soon, and I moan as soon as I taste the whiskey on his lips.
His hand cups my breast through my nightie and then drifts down to stroke my hip, scraping my skin with his rough hands.
My thighs are already wet with desire when his hand reaches my center.
“Damn. You’re as wet as I remember,” he murmurs. “Are you always like this?”
“No, Mike. Only when I’m with you.”
He groans and kneels on the floor in front of me, spreading my legs wide.
“Holy fuck,” he croaks when he sees my drenched center. “You look so delicious.”
Before I know it, his tongue is exploring my folds, licking me from top to bottom. The tip of his tongue lingers at my clit, making little circles and sending delicious electric waves all over my body.
“Oh Mike. I love it.” My moans become low and urgent, and I grasp his hair as my body tenses up.
Mike smirks as he stares at me with his intense blue eyes, enjoying the sight of me turning into jelly. When I stiffen, he sucks my swollen nub, hard.
A tidal wave sweeps over me, and my walls convulse. “Oh, Mike!” I cry out as my legs give out to the powerful sensation.
Mike catches me in his arms and kisses me. “You may go to bed now, my sweet little kitty,” he says as he helps me to stand up.
