Page 20 of Daddy's Best Friend

“What the fuck!” I pushed at his chest.

“Ella, come on. Have some fun with me.” He leaned in to kiss me and I let my hand fly, smacking him hard across the face.

“Ouch!” He backed away, holding his face. “You bitch.”

I glared at him, still trying to figure out what just happened. Trevor had never been so aggressive with me. And now, even when we hadn’t been drinking, he was trying to be physical with me.

“Get out.” I pointed at the door. “Or I’ll tell your father what you’re doing. I am not interested in you Trevor, no matter what your ego might say. You’re a child.”

Scoffing, he shook his head. “You are such a bitch. I was trying to have some fun.” He grabbed the soda off the nightstand so hard it sloshed a few drops onto the white tile floor and stormed out. A few minutes later I heard his car engine rev and the tires squeal.

A little shaken, but angrier than anything, I sank down on my bed and sighed. That entire situation would have to be dealt with, but I didn’t know how to bring it up to Alan. And just like that—Alan appeared in the door Trevor had left open.

“Is everything okay?” He had a look of fear on his face as he barged in, heading straight to me. “I heard Trevor’s car and when I looked out, I saw your door open.”

I waved him off. I was fine. Trevor was just an ass.

“It’s kind of you to come to my rescue. I think he got the point this time.” I patted the mattress beside me and offered a soft smile. Alan strolled over and sat down. The week had been busy, and other than when he helped carry boxes from the bed of Whitney’s father’s pickup truck, we’d barely spoken. I wondered if this was normal. Part of me felt a little distant, but for the most part I understood his drive to work hard. I wanted to work hard alongside him.

“I’ll talk to him about it.”

Alan’s mere presence, knowing Trevor had just driven away, made me want him. I missed him. He’d been in meetings all week again, and I had gotten the stink eye from Heather everytime I tried to approach his door. I rested my hand on his thigh and looked up at him.

“I kinda want you.” There was no point in trying to put the moves on him or seduce him. He knew me by now. I just put it right out there because I had no desire to beat around the bush.

He turned to me with wide eyes. “That’s very forward of you.” I saw a flicker of mischief in his eye, and I slid my hand up his thigh to his groin and groped him.

“Nah, this is forward…” With a wink, I squeezed, finding his package pliable. “Now, fuck me, because this pussy is really aching for you, and it’s been such a long week without any interaction. We’re alone, and I need to cum. Don’t make me use my toys.”

Alan opened his mouth in what looked like would be a protest, but I kissed him. The kiss stole away his words, and by the time I pulled away from his mouth, his cock was mostly firm.

“Don’t say you don’t want it.”

“Fuck, Ella. You know I want it. That’s the problem. You do this to me and I lose my mind.” He rose up, leaning over me and groping my breast through my t-shirt. I hadn’t even put on a bra that morning, more concerned with unpacking than propriety. “And then what? What comes next after the fucking? We just go back to being boss and employee?”

I lay back on the bed and he followed me. “Nonsense.” He straddled my body, a knee on either side of my hips, and kissed me deeply. My hands pressed against his thighs, one thumb stroking his dick through the thin material of his slacks. When his mouth left mine, I said, “In this house we’re just two adults who like to have sex, and we choose to do that with each other.”

I heard the rumbles in his chest as he vocalized the lust I could see burning in his eyes. He took my hands and pinned me to the comforter, staring at me with a hungry lust-haze over his eyes.

“Do you have condoms?”

I licked my lips, wishing he’d just lean down and kiss me again, but he kept his distance for the moment. “No, I don’t. But remember I track my cycle.” I had at least three days until I was fertile. The app on my phone tracked my days for me. “Don’t make me beg, Alan.” I wrestled against his hands pinning me down.

“I still feel like it’s a mistake.” I heard his words but the desire in his eyes betrayed him. He let my wrists go and leaned down to kiss me, and my hands shot directly to the fly of his pants. I undid the button and zipper and freed him, wrapping my hand around his girth. I would never get over how thick he was.

I bit his lip and stroked him, though the way he lay across me made it difficult. As I grew frustrated with not having any room to touch him, I pushed up and tried to indicate that I wanted to be on top. He rolled to the side, but instead of rolling with him, I stood up and tore my clothes off as fast as I could. While watching me, Alan did the same. Our scattered garments made a mess of the room I had just cleaned but I didn’t care.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Alan reached for me as I crawled across the bed, draping a leg over him to straddle him. He gripped my hips and pulled me down hard against himself, his cock squeezed between our naked bodies. I felt him slipping through the slick moisture my body had created.

“Yeah?” I lay across his body, my breasts pressed against his chest as I kissed him. His hands moved gently across my back tomy ass, and he grabbed two hands full, squeezing and spreading me. I felt his cock twitch, and I ached to feel him in me. “I want you to make me cum.” My whisper against his ear spurred him on. He rose up and flipped me back onto the bed, but I held him at arm’s length. “I want a toy.”

“I thought you didn’t want to use toys?” He hovered over me, looking confused.

“This one is nice to use even when you’re with a partner.” I grinned and pointed at the top drawer of my nightstand. “In there… it’s in a black velvet pouch.”

Alan’s brow furrowed, but he turned and opened the drawer, rifling around in it for a moment before pulling the pouch out. He opened it and looked inside, his eyes growing wide. As he slid the small glass plug out of the pouch, I noticed the intensity of his gaze multiply.

“Seriously?”

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