Chloe
One week, two weeks, three weeks – who knew how long we’d been in the Bahamas for? There was too much tequila, too much fun, too much of Alex fucking me on the beach to know how much time passed. Eventually, I had to go home, Mama would come hunt me down soon enough if I didn’t act the part of the good little girl and come back to her and dad. But for now, I was making the most of my time away.
Jazmin’s music belted out of the speakers on the back deck, making the floorboards vibrate along with the rapper. She and I stood on the stone table across from Alex and Zamir who were both cheering us on excitedly while we stripped each other. I laughed and threw my head back on her shoulder as she pulled my hips back against hers, grinding against me to the beat of the song. I wasn’t sure who got on the table first, or maybe we’d done it together, I didn’t know, but I liked the way Alex watched me with a dark smile and at that moment all I wanted to do was put on a show with my bestie.
Her laughter made me jump in surprise at how loud she was right next to my ear, next thing I knew my bikini top was undone and laying on the floor with my coverup. More excited yelling came from the guys and I couldn’t help but giggle while I covered my face.
“Ohmigod,” I whispered to myself.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Jaz teased.
I laughed again, pulled away from her and stumbled my way off the table. Alex grabbed my arm as I began to teeter and tugged me over to his side on the sofa. His arm slipped around my waist and he covered me in the blanket, I kissed his shoulder and watched as Zamir picked Jazmin up. He spun them around in a circle while she squealed and warned him that she was going to puke. I just shook my head at the two of them. I liked Zamir, he seemed nice, but Jaz wasn’t really into him for whatever reason.
“Do we need to give you two some privacy?” Alex called to them.
Zamir appeared to have his tongue down Jaz’s throat and I had to look away in embarrassment, instead focusing my attention on my drink. He turned to us, Jaz giggling as she held onto him, and they took a seat across from us.
“We’ll be good,” he promised Alex with a wink. “Not that I think anyone here would really care.”
I would. I was pretty sure Jazmin would too, but it was somewhat obvious to me that she took this arrangement a lot differently than I was and so maybe she wouldn’t stop him if he did anything in front of us. I wasn’t sure, but I was thankful that Alex didn’t seem to be in agreement with his friend.
“Don’t creep them out,” Jaz teased, poking his arm. “We’ve got six different bedrooms, it’s not like we’re all crammed together.”
“We would be if we’d gone to his house,” Zamir replied. He twisted off the cap of another beer and tossed it on the table. “What were you thinking, Zander?”
“What was I thinking? You were the one that didn’t want to pay for a rental.”
“Don’t make me out to be some cheap bastard now—”
“No, I think Jazmin already knew you were cheap.”
I tried to stifle my giggle but Jaz didn’t and the sound of her laughter made it harder to hold mine back. Zamir complained and Alex promptly threw a cushion at his head.
“Hey!” he yelled, throwing it back. “Dickhead.”
I grabbed Alex’s arm to stop him from throwing it again while the other two continued laughing.
There was something strange about being here with Jaz and Zamir – I felt like I was with friends but I could sense the change in Jazmin, the shift of her faking her personality for him to enjoy it more, and that gave everything an awkward feeling. It was easier after a drink or two, but it was hard to ignore that this really was something she did for work and I was doing it mostly because I just enjoyed time with Alex. It wasn’t even like one of us was superior to the other, it was just that I felt more like a girlfriend, and she felt more like an employee.
I knew that was a problem, that I should have probably put some boundaries between me and Alex, but it was way more fun to lay back on the couch and do body shots off each other instead. It was more fun to let the tequila go to my head and jump back up on the table again and dance. When would I ever get the chance to party on a private beach like this again?
I spun around on the platform and wobbled, nearly losing my footing as I teetered near the edge. I threw my arm out to steady myself and a second later I felt Alex take my hand to help me back down.
“I don’t think you need any more tonight,” he said, pulling me to his side on the couch. “Sit with me for a minute.”
He was warm and cool air off the water made me sigh and lean into him, my head nuzzled against his shoulder and my hand on his abdomen. Alex rubbed my back slowly, trailing up and down while we sat there and I was brought back to how grateful I was to be here with him. I wanted to be held like this all the time, to have someone watching and waiting for me.
A gasp caught my attention and I opened my eyes again to see Jaz and Zamir whispering to each other. He was grinning and a moment later they both got up.
“We’re going to call it a night,” she said with a smirk. “Hope you guys don’t mind.”
“Of course he doesn’t,” Zamir retorted as he guided her back to the house. “Remember that we all have to use the furniture,” he reminded us.
I blushed but Jaz laughed and seconds later they disappeared through the double doors. Almost immediately, Alex was tugging at my bikini bottoms. I wasn’t quite drunk yet, but he was and I knew it.
“You’re drunk,” I said, pushing him away. “I’m not, it’s weird.”
“It’s not weird and I’m not drunk,” he argued, undoing the ties anyway. “Tell me that you want me.”
I wanted to say no but I met his gaze and word died out on my lips. He leaned forward and I felt him pull the blanket off of us, exposing my tits. I moved backward and he followed me, I couldn’t look at him even when I bumped into the arm of the sofa and fell back on it. He was on top of me instantly and I wrapped my legs around his hips instinctively.
“Daddy, wait,” I protested as his mouth met my breasts. “I need a minute.”
He stopped and I was finally able to breathe again. Was this wrong if he was drunk and I wasn’t? If I did another shot, would that make this okay? I closed my eyes and rubbed my face, wishing I could stop overthinking this.
“Chloe, glykia mou, what’s wrong?” he asked. “I wasn’t trying to upset you…”
I blinked away my confusion and looked up at him. His brows were knitted together, his mouth set into a pensive line. “It just feels strange,” I offered after a moment of quiet between us. “Not you, obviously, but this… I want to but I feel guilty in a way.”
He lowered himself back down onto me and I felt that familiar warmth and weight of his body pressing me into the couch. In any other situation, I might have been scared, but it just brought me back to feeling safe and secure. Nothing could get me when he was here.
“I just want to pleasure you,” he told me as leaned down to kiss my collarbone. “Don’t you want me to taste you?”
Oh… There wasn’t any harm in that, was there? In the morning I could reciprocate, but if he wanted to do something for me right now, I wasn’t going to complain.
I pulled him back up to my mouth, urging him to kiss me while he finished getting my bikini bottoms off. It was strange to feel him fully clothed against my naked body, the softness of his cotton t-shirt against my tits wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as bare skin. I slipped my hands under his shirt, feeling the way the muscles in his abdomen tensed with my touch.
“Sit up,” he whispered, pulling back. “There, now spread your legs a bit.”
I did as he said and watched as he slid to the floor in front of me, between my legs. I glanced briefly back at the house, the lights were off inside now and any trepidation began melting away. Alex’s hands stroked up the insides of my legs, pushing them further apart while he leaned in to kiss the underside of my knee. His stubble tickled but the kiss sent an unexpected rush of warmth through my body as I leaned back in the seat.
Watching him kneel in front of me, trailing wet kisses and gentle nibbles over my sensitive skin was breathtaking, it felt like the scales had tipped slightly and despite everything indicating otherwise, I was in control. His eyes flicked up at me, the way they glittered made butterflies swirl in my stomach. He knew exactly how this was making me feel.
“Do you like it when I kiss you here?” Alex asked, kissing my inner thigh again.
I nodded and tipped my head back. Of course I liked it, how could he possibly think otherwise?
“Use your words, Chloe,” he said, his voice brokering no argument.
Fuck me. “Yes, I like it,” I replied quietly.
“It doesn’t sound like it,” he taunted. “Make me believe it.”
I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat and stared up at the starry sky. How did he always know exactly what to say to both turn me on and embarrass the hell out of me? I wanted to pretend that fucking for months had taken the fear away, but who was I kidding, I was just as nervous as ever to voice out loud what I liked and what I wanted.
I sat there for a moment, memorizing the way his beard made my thigh itch and his breath made me squirm in anticipation.
“Keep kissing me, Daddy,” I pleaded as I reached out to run my fingers through his hair. “I like it when you kiss me there.”
He hummed and grazed his teeth over my leg. “Kiss you where?”
“My…thigh.”
He chuckled and hooked his hand under my knee, pulling it up over his shoulder. “Just your thigh?”
He kissed it again, lingering there and gently sucking at the sensitive skin. Of course I wanted him to go higher, but then he would gloat about it and I wasn’t playing into that. “Just my thigh,” I agreed happily.
His eyes flicked back up at me and a chill swept down my spine. All at once, he grabbed the back of my knees again and pushed me back so that my feet were braced on the edge of the couch with my legs spread lewdly. I gasped at the sudden shift and twisted my fingers into his hair, it pulled him closer and without any warning, I felt his tongue swipe at my pussy.
“Oh, fuck—” I whispered, cutting myself short as I clamped my hand over my mouth.
His shoulders shook with silent laughter and he braced his hands on my inner thighs, pushing them as far apart as he could. “How am I supposed to resist when you smell this good?”
I groaned and yanked his hair, pulling him to my pussy in the hopes that he would just stop talking and make me come already. “Shut up and tongue fuck me.”
Daddy let out a guttural moan that made me giggle in return and tug a little more gently on his hair. He didn’t argue with me, his tongue expertly slipped between my folds and swirled around my clit in deliberately slow circles. My toes curled and I tried to hide my moans even as I pushed back on him. The sensation of his hands gripping my soft thighs, digging into them while sucking on my pussy was enough to make me dizzy. His left hand slid down closer and a moment later his thumb was circling my clit while his tongue probed deeper inside me.
“Faster,” I pleaded, arching my back. “Please, Daddy, I need more.”
He scoffed and pulled back, his thumb pressed harder to my clit, making me gasp lightly. “Impatient little thing you are,” he muttered. “A greedy slut. I thought you didn’t want me to touch you?”
He began to pull away and I jolted, grabbing his hand frantically to keep it in place. “No! I changed my mind, please don’t stop.”
He sat back and smirked up at me, his thumb didn’t move and neither did he. I couldn’t breathe for that moment, I just had to wait for him to decide that he was done torturing me and come back.
In excruciatingly slow motion, he leaned forward again and kissed the soft patch of hair above my slit.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to eat my pussy.”
He hummed and dragged his tongue up the length of my slit. “Is that all?”
“No, I want you to finger me too.”
I watched as he brought his other hand to his mouth and sucked on two of his fingers. My body felt like it was on fire, I knew my pussy was more than wet enough already, and every nerve ending felt like it was tuned into his touch. I tipped my head back once more and moaned as his fingers pressed into me, immediately seeking out my g-spot while he continued to work.
I couldn’t stop my soft moans and squirming around as he went, I grabbed my tits and began massaging them while luxuriating in the feeling of him pleasing me because he wanted to. The gruffness of his hands, the silky wetness of his tongue, and the sound of our mixed, labored breathing brought me closer to the edge, but it wasn’t until he suddenly closed his lips around my clit and sucked it hard that I came.
I gripped Daddy’s hair and cried out in surprise as electricity shot through me, leaving me blind and panting on the couch. He still wasn’t stopping and a moment later my toes were curling again and I was gritting my teeth to keep from screaming as his fingers pressed up on my g-spot and his teeth raked over my clit.
I shuddered and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away to get some much-needed relief. His mouth and beard were wet and in the lewdest manner possible, I watched as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still grinning ear-to-ear. My heart was pounding in my ears and I didn’t have the chance to protest before he lunged forward and caught me by the mouth, his tongue brazenly seeking mine. I twisted his shirt around my fist, I wasn’t sure if it was to bring him closer or just to keep him there, but I liked the way his hand grabbed the back of the couch as he fell forward.
By the time I finally let him pull away, I almost asked him to do it again, if not for the circles under his eyes and obvious tiredness, I probably would have asked.
“You look tired,” I told him, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “Do you want to go to bed?”
“No, but I think I have to,” he replied with a sigh. He stood up, wincing as he rubbed his knee and then offered me his hand.
I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself before taking his hand and letting him lead me inside. He could almost pass for sober, at least until we reached the stairs and he began to wobble.
“Whoa, hold up,” I protested, trying to hold him steady. “If you fall, I can’t catch you, and I don’t think I’ll be that comfortable to land on either.”
“I won’t fall,” he replied haughtily. “I’m not the lightweight here.”
“Keep telling yourself that, old man.”
He turned to glare at me and I pointed to our door at the bottom of the stairs. Alex stumbled again but this time made it into the bedroom and was able to steady himself against the dresser. I eyed him for a moment, making sure he made it safely to the bed before I went to freshen up in the bathroom.
The cold tile floor made me shiver as I dropped my covering and picked through Alex’s bag for a pair of boxers and one of his shirts. As if I didn’t have my own luggage of cute nighties and lingerie pieces sitting in the closet, but honestly, his clothes were just comfier.
On the counter sat a few water bottles, I grabbed two and went back to bed to find him getting his pillows all ready for the night.
“I got you this for the morning,” I said, holding out the bottle. “You’re gonna want it.”
“Oh, aren’t you thoughtful? Thank you, sweetheart.”
I grinned and climbed onto the bed, making sure to give him a kiss on the cheek. If we lived together, would this be our nightly routine? Would he always wrap his arms around me and pull me close like this? I gazed up at him, gently scratching his beard as we laid there together and wondering what he would look like on a lazy Sunday morning in Greece.
“I can feel you staring at me.”
“You’re just too handsome to not stare at,” I teased.
He laughed tightened his hold on my waist. “You’re too sweet,” he replied, his voice thick with sleep. “Far too sweet, glykia mou. Marie wouldn’t like you one bit…”
Marie? I blinked up at him and struggled against his embrace so that I could sit up again. “Why not?” I asked him.
I watched him as he drifted off in front of me, snoring quietly. I reached out and touched his cheek, running my thumb over his soft skin. Marie. Was that his ex-wife? I mean, it had to be because what other woman did he have in his life that he would think wouldn’t like me? Amelia seemed to like me just fine, so…
I gazed down at him for another few seconds before relaxing back against his side. Maybe he had no idea what he’d just told me, but it was a start, and it more than enough to feed my hope.