Peter’s nose was broken. It was crooked, bloody, and he was crumpled on the floor, clutching it like his life depended on it. Which was pretty close to the truth, because if Alex hadn’t hit him, I would’ve, and he wouldn’t be getting back up.
Alex was yelling at his son in Greek while I stood back against the wall watching, wide eyed and enthralled. I couldn’t understand a goddamn word, but I had to admit that I was slightly turned on that he had jumped into action like that and the deep tone his voice had taken on. I wasn’t going to think too much on that though, because I really wasn’t in the mood to analyze why I liked him all pissed off
There was a lot of gesturing, angry screaming and finally silence. Peter got up off the floor and without looking at either of us, pulled out his phone and left. Part of me was curious as to where he was going, but mostly I was just happy that he was gone before I broke down. I had been standing in this horrible living room for somewhere near twenty minutes now, and I was still in shock. I wasn’t crying yet, I don’t think I had even actually processed any of what I saw.
“Chloe,” Alex said softly, reaching out for me.
Everything started crumbling at that point, I fell into his arms and clutched him tightly. My knees were weak but even as I started to sink to the lurching floorboards, he pulled me up to him. He was so warm and familiar, he still smelled like lavender and pine and something deeper, earthier. It felt like Alex was the most solid thing in the room. I waited for the tears, I waited for the real hysteria to start – but it didn’t. We just held each other, he stroked my back and I buried my face in his shirt.
“Chloe?” he whispered. “Are you alright?”
No, I’ll never be alright. I started to nod in defiance but after a moment I shook my head and drew in a shaky breath before pulling back to look up at him. My head hurt, I was getting a migraine, and everything had a faint aura. I pushed through it and reached up for him, pulling his face down to mine.
“No, Chloe, stop,” he protested, holding himself away from me.
We were so close, if he just let himself have it again, it would be fine. I would be fine. “Please,” I whispered hoarsely. “Please don’t push me away right now.”
His gaze softened and he stroked my cheek softly. My eyes fluttered shut and little tingles spread from his touch across my skin. Oh god I had missed him. Maybe I didn’t really want him, and I was just hurting or self-destructing, but right then there was no one I was happier to do that with.
“I’m so sorry, glykia mou,” he murmured. Without another word, Alex fisted his hand in my hair and pulled me roughly to his mouth. I gasped against his lips unintentionally, shocked at his sudden change in demeanour but more than happy to play into it.
“Don’t make me go back to the guest house,” I pleaded. “Not tonight, not alone.”
“No,” he agreed instantly. “You can stay with me, I don’t want you to be alone.”
That was when the tears started. My cheeks were wet and I could taste salt in our kisses, it only urged me on as my tongue swept his mouth crudely and my fingers tugged at his hair. He groaned and pulled me tighter to his chest, our kissing became frantic and suddenly we were pawing at each other like teenagers and working our way to his bedroom upstairs.
“Fuck it,” he growled, hoisting me up over his shoulder.
I yelped before dissolving into giggles. Alex bounded up the stairs and I grabbed at the back of his jeans as the wind was knocked out of me, but I couldn’t hold back my breathless laughter. The next thing I knew, I was staring at the swirly, stucco style ceiling and sinking into the plush down-feather duvet. I moaned and stretched out languidly, arching my back in the process and digging my nails into the silky sheets.
“I don’t think I’ve been in your bed before,” I mumbled. “It’s really soft…”
He laughed and lunged forward, baring down over me with his arms caged on either side of my head. “Tell me that you’re alright, baby girl,” he whispered close to my ear. “Tell me you don’t want this for the wrong reasons.”
A million different answers swirled through my head, most of which I doubted he wanted to hear. I forced myself to smile and reached up to hold his face, scratching my nails through his beard. “Stop worrying about me,” I told him. “Help me distract myself.” My voice cracked but before he had time to answer I pulled him back down to my mouth.
I moaned against him and as I felt his hand skirt up my abdomen, I arched into his touch – forcing my breast into his palm. Alex’s eyes burned and he sat back slightly, his weight baring down on my hips as he forced my shirt up over my head and tossed it across the room. I squirmed under his gaze, painfully aware that choice to go without a bra today had left me more exposed than I anticipated.
“Filthy,” he growled, pressing down on me again as he trailed his tongue up my throat. “If I stick my hand up your skirt will I find your bare pussy too?”
I kicked my leg out from under his and rolled us over, so I was straddling him, the band of my skirt rolled up slightly, pulling the hem up dangerously high. His hands found my thighs and slid upward, dancing so close to my pussy that I shivered.
“Why don’t you find out, Daddy?” I asked him quietly, pulling the skirt up for him.
With a dark laugh, he ripped the zipper on the side straight down the middle, the material fluttered around us to the bed leaving me stark naked on top of him. Without a second of hesitation he sat up and pinned me to his chest, his mouth finding my neck, sucking and licking and making my head swim.
“I’m still Daddy, am I?” he teased. “Because up until an hour ago I was going to be you father-in-law. I don’t think that’s what good girls think about their father-in-law.”
I lolled my head back and sighed in content as me moved up to my jaw while his hands grabbed at every inch of exposed flesh. “I wish he could see this,” I mumbled, half-drunk with desire. Oh fuck, did I just say that out loud?
This time when Alex laughed, he boomed, he shook us and the bed and pushed me down flat so that he was kneeling between my legs. I stroked his chest and gazed up at him, daring him to finish this, to stop making me wait.
“You’re worse now, I thought wanting to get fucked on a beach for people to see was your peak, but you proved me wrong, baby.” he taunted between kisses down my stomach. “Now beg me to taste your pretty cunt.”
“Lick my pussy, Daddy,” I begged loudly. “Make me come on your tongue.”
He hummed happily and pulled my legs up over his shoulders, and instant later and his tongue was slipping between my folds, quickly finding my clit. I inhaled sharply and grasped at his hair, pulling him into me as I writhed against his mouth. My toes were curling in a matter of minutes under his onslaught and just as I was on the verge, he thrust his fingers into my sex. I cried out tightened around him, tremors running through my abdomen.
All too soon it became too much and I squealed, trying to push him away even as his arms looped under my thighs and pulled me closer.
“Too much!” I protested desperately. “Oh god, Daddy, please stop it’s too much.”
A second smaller orgasm started to mount, and he mercifully pulled away. My chest heaved with my laboured breathing and I wiped my sweat slicked hair away from my forehead as he crawled up the length of me. His mouth glistened, his beard was damp, and the wicked look in his eyes just fueled the fire inside me. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said as I yanked at his dress shirt. “Strip, I don’t want to be the only naked one here.”
“Demanding little thing,” he complained with a roll of his eyes. “As if I didn’t have you just screaming for me.”
“Hurry up!” I whined, pouting up at him.
He pushed himself up and off the bed, standing next to the edge and glaring at me with his arms crossed. “Do it yourself if you want it that badly.”
Ugh. I huffed and sat up on my knees. Staring at him defiantly, I uncrossed his arms and jerked his shirt open; buttons skittered across the floor and decorated the edge of the bed but I ignored it and the smirk he had. His belt and pants were more difficult, his weird contraption of a belt buckle ate at my fingers and he just snickered at my attempts, after a minute I loosened it enough to push his trousers down and pulled him back onto the bed.
Almost immediately my legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, the head of his cock was probing my cunt, and his tongue was in my mouth teasing mine.
“You shouldn’t tease me like this, baby,” he mumbled against my lips. “My bare cock in your tight little pussy would be playing a dangerous game.”
Alex’s voice was deep and gravelly, just the sound of him talking sent an electric current straight to my clit. I slipped one arm between us, pulling back just enough to hold his dark gaze as I stroked my fingers over my sex, spreading myself open and pushing my hips up to meet the slick head of his cock.
“Are you sure about that, Daddy?” I asked, feigning a dramatic pout. “You really don’t want to come in my pussy and mark me as yours again?”
He groaned and thrust forward enough to drive just the first inch or so into me. “If you’re mine, you’re mine,” he warned, nipping at my earlobe. “There won’t be any going back, even if that little prick shows his face again.”
Nothing could’ve changed my mind, I kissed his jaw and squeezed my legs around him, pulling him further into my pussy. The world held still as Alex eased his cock into me; my breathing hitched as he stretched me, my vision was filled with him, and all I could do was stare up at him helplessly.
Alex didn’t do slow, soft fucking, so I was surprised when he stroked and kissed me, thrusting slowly and shallowly. It felt heavenly, having him treat me like a queen and feeling as though he worshipped me, but I needed more, I needed him to manhandle me, to throw me around and fuck me like he was mad at me for ever leaving him.
“Something wrong, baby girl?” he asked, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Is there something you need?” He paused to lean in and licked the shell of my ear. “Fucking take it if you want it that badly.”
It was like a dare and it lit a fire under me. In one swift motion I shoved him onto his back and straddled his waist, his cock was buried to the hilt inside me and I arched my back at the delicious pleasure that radiated through me. His hands found my hips as I fucked him harder and faster, desperately trying to fuck the pain in my chest away, to force myself to another climax.
Alex brushed my clit with his thumb and my motions became slower as I started to grind onto him. His other hand dug into my hip, and I rocked back and forth on him. He looked so good from this angle that I didn’t ever want to swap positions again. Watching his eyes darken and drift down the length of me, from my heavy, bouncing tits, past the glittering gemstone at my navel, to my soaked pussy wrapped around his cock.
I leaned back, bracing my hands on his thighs and giving him a better view. “Do you like what you see?”
“I do,” he answered with a chuckle. Without moving his thumb away from my clit, the fingers on his other hand dug in and he dragged me back down the length of him. “That’s home, right there in your greedy little pussy.”
I laughed and swept my hair back. I focused everything into him; my anger, my sadness, my betrayal – there was nothing else in that moment but us and my need to forget. My body agreed, every time I bottomed out against him sparks flowered behind my eyes and the pressure built.
It built so quickly I thought I was going to combust, my hips met his harder and faster in shallower thrusts as I gasped and moaned my way closer to my peak. Alex groaned and worked my clit, he was nearing the end and I could both see it and feel it.
With a sudden gasp and a jerk my thighs tensed and toes curled. I moaned loudly and grabbed at my tits, pinching my nipples between my fingers as my orgasm flooded through me. He wasn’t finished and I lost control, grabbing my hips with both hands and fucking me as hard as he could from the position, thrusting up to meet me. My hand balled up against my abdomen and my mouth fell open in shock. My orgasm felt endless, and all I could do was say his name over and over. I felt his come fill me, the foreign warmth quickly running out of me and onto the sheets.
I collapsed onto his chest because in an instant it was gone and I was crying. I clung to Alex and started sobbing uncontrollably, I hated myself for it and I’m sure it wasn’t a great reaction to see after having sex with someone, but I couldn’t stop.
“Oh, glykia mou,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “I’m here, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed, wiping my eyes. “It’s not fair to you but it’s hurts—” I broke off with a hiccup gasp.
“I know it does,” he answered easily. Of course it was easy for him, he’d done this before, but it didn’t make it any better for me or my horribly pounding headache. “Go to sleep, sweetheart, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
I nodded defeatedly and let him pull the blankets over us. I had no idea what waited for us in the morning, I just hoped it was easier to deal with.