Best Friend’s Daddy Page 9

  I’d been trying all this time to ignore the attraction I felt to her and it had just been getting worse. Now it was a struggle to concentrate. The dessert was divine, all right, and I knew it would be a hit, but when I’d said that… I hadn’t been thinking about the dessert. I’d been thinking about the woman who’d made it.

  Down, boy. There were good reasons why we shouldn’t keep doing this. I still couldn’t believe that out of all of the possible first times Stevie could have had, she’d had it with me. In a tryst in my back office. She’d deserved better than that. She deserved better in general.

  “Was it difficult?” Stevie asked, her voice soft. “To see her again? I know that… it’s none of my business but I know the whole thing was hard on you. It hurts to be cheated on and left like that and I—I want to make sure that you’re okay.”

  That was the thing about Stevie. With all her bluntness and cockiness and swearing, she was really a thoughtful and soft-hearted person. She looked out for the people around her. It was something, I now realized, that Virginia had never had, and it was something I valued deeply in Stevie.

  I finished the cheesecake and set the plate and fork down to the side. “It was easier than I’d expected.” I paused. I hadn’t really talked to anyone about this. A little bit, yeah, to some of my friends, but… not really. “I’d thought that it would be really painful. That I’d sink back into anger or despair all over again. But I’m kind of glad that she came. I’m glad that I was able to see how little she affects me now and how little I care.”

  “I noticed things seemed more cordial than I would’ve…I figured you’d run her out on a rail.” Stevie gave an embarrassed laugh, blushing. She was fucking adorable when she blushed. “In fact, it looked like Virginia was maybe… interested in getting back together with you.”

  “Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes. “She was just trying to convince me to give in. She’d never been above using sex or flattery or anything else she thought would get her what she wanted. You—”

  I paused as I turned to look at Stevie.

  She was unbuttoning her chef’s jacket, and underneath…

  My mouth went dry, my cock growing hard in my pants, straining against the fabric. Oh, holy fuck, Stevie wasn’t wearing anything underneath the jacket. Just lacy black lingerie that hugged her everywhere, teasing me with bare skin and glimpses of more underneath the patterns of fabric. Her breasts were on full mouth-watering display, and I itched to rip the rest of her clothes off.

  “What,” I growled, “do you think you’re doing?”

  Stevie shivered in response to my tone. “Virginia’s not the only one with wiles,” she whispered, sliding off her slacks.

  She was already wet, and everything in me screamed to make her even wetter, to have her soaked and sobbing as she came before I fucked her and made her come again…

  Jesus Christ, I wanted her so badly my head was spinning with it. She looked good enough to eat, and fucking hell, I was starving for her.

  But this was one dessert that was off-limits.

  “We can’t,” I reminded her.

  “But we want to,” Stevie pointed out. She pressed herself against me, grinding her hips slowly, her hands sliding up my chest.

  Jesus Christ. She was warm against me, her curves—

  Stevie speared her fingers through the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head down so that our mouths were only an inch apart. “You’ve got a little whipped cream on your face,” she whispered, and then her tongue came out, delicate as a kitten, and licked my mouth, moaning at the taste.

  That little moan did me in. It could be wrong. I could think of a dozen reasons why it was wrong, why we shouldn’t, but I couldn’t handle it any more. I had to have her.

  I got my hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her up onto the counter. Stevie squeaked in surprise, her hands landing on my shoulders, and she gasped as I shoved her legs open. I smirked as I kissed her, feeling her shudder. I had always enjoyed working out and after Virginia left it had given me another thing to focus on, to help distract me as the restaurant floundered, and now it was paying off. Stevie sure as fuck seemed to appreciate my ability to pick her up.

  Fuck, I couldn’t stop kissing her, sliding my tongue into her mouth and licking right in, tasting her, making her moan and suck on it. I could easily imagine her sucking on my cock like that…how much experience did she have? Would I have to teach her how? The idea sent another thrill through me. I wanted to guide her, teach her how to please me.

  It was like I was on fire, like I had a fever, unable to stop as I kissed her over and over again. My hands roamed over her body, squeezing, fingering the lace, rubbing, pinching, seeing how she responded—and she did respond, deliciously, eager and moaning for me like she’d been on edge all night.

  Mmmm, given what she was wearing and how she’d seen me with Virginia, maybe she had been. It was amusing, and endearing, to know that Stevie had been protective of me, and envious of Virginia. As if she had anything to worry about. She was so much better than Virginia, and I couldn’t wait to prove it to her.

  “Be a good girl,” I whispered, “and be nice and loud for me.”

  Stevie whimpered. “Y-yes, sir.”

  Oh, fuck, I liked when she called me that. “Say that again,” I growled, barely recognizing my own voice.

  “Yes, sir, I’ll be a good girl for you, sir.”

  That was music to my ears. I kissed her a final time, then slid down onto my knees, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder.

  Stevie moaned a little as I breathed over her soaked pussy, seeing the black fabric of her lingerie practically dripping with how much she wanted me. It was intoxicating, better than any kind of alcohol.

  “You’re so desperate baby, aren’t you?” I asked her. I massaged her thighs, kissing the soft skin there, nipping a little with my teeth, making her jolt. “You ever had anyone do this to you before?”

  Stevie bit her lip, shaking her head.

  “Well that’s just a fucking shame. We’ll have to fix that.” I sucked on a mouthful of her, then bit at her lower stomach, just above the line of her underwear.

  Stevie gave another helpless noise, her hips hitching up towards me. Yes, that’s it, I thought, fuck she wanted it so badly.

  I teased her for a bit, biting and kissing, touching her everywhere except where she really wanted me. Stevie tugged at my hair with one hand, the fingers of her other hand digging into the stainless steel counter as best she could. Only when she was actively squirming, trying to shove her hips up into my mouth, did I finally start to touch her—through the lace.

  Stevie let out a soft cry, panting as I rubbed the flat of my tongue against her, still not quite the skin to skin contact I knew she was craving. I ever so lightly bit down on her clit and Stevie let out a sob, shuddering.

  “Michael—Michael please,” she begged. She sounded so very pretty when she did that. “Please, please, please—”

  “Look at you, poor desperate baby.” I massaged her thighs, then hooked my fingers in her underwear. “You need it so badly.”

  “I—I do, I really—please—”

  “Well. Since you asked so nicely.” I yanked her underwear down—nearly ripped it—and then finally got my mouth on her properly, licking into her, through her folds, lapping at her clit.

  Stevie cried out, loud and long, her body going stiff. “Oh, oh, oh oh oh,” she moaned, clearly overwhelmed by these new sensations.

  I backed off a little, going back to teasing, then got intense again, going back and forth, avoiding her clit for a while, then swirling my tongue around it over and over until she was so close to climax I could feel her shaking - only for me to pull back again.

  She was so on edge, she couldn’t even speak anymore, just whining and moaning. It was music to my ears. At last, I slid two fingers into her, stroking hard and fast, and sealed my mouth around her clit, sucking, fluttering my tongue along the underside.

  Ste
vie screamed, her body arching off the counter and the rest of her falling back. She tugged at my hair with one hand, clawing uselessly at the counter with the other, her whole body seizing up, writhing.

  Jesus Christ. That was the hottest goddamn thing, I almost wanted to tie her down and start from the beginning again, just so that I could watch her come like that all over again.

  Stevie whimpered as I withdrew my fingers, petting her legs, kissing the inside of her knee. I was so hard it felt like my dick could pound nails.

  And then I looked to the side—and saw the baking supplies she’d left out.

  Oh, this night was just beginning.

  14

  Stevie

  I had never come so hard in my life. I could feel myself screaming, could feel my throat—but I couldn’t hear it. Everything was white noise as I felt my body melting into pure ecstasy. That had felt…fucking, fuck! I just… I didn’t even have words to describe how good that felt.

  As I slowly started to come down from my high, I couldn’t even feel my toes. My body was buzzing, humming, and I felt boneless.

  Michael was staring at me, still dressed, with this look of dark lust in his eyes that made me shiver all over again. As much as I had enjoyed that orgasm—as much as I had never felt anything like it before—I still wanted more. I was fucking greedy, and I wanted his cock inside of me, I wanted him growling my name as he came. I wanted to be the only person in the world who got him to feel like that, who got to do that with him.

  Sensing that I was more lucid now, Michael stood up, lowering himself over me and kissing me deeply. The feeling of his body on top of mine, weighing me down, was delicious. A part of me wanted to just stay like this forever, kissing, running our hands over each other, just feeling one another and being in the moment together.

  My heart melted for him even more in those moments, I swear. I had already known I was in love with him, but if I hadn’t… that would’ve given it away for me.

  But as great as that moment was, he was still far overdressed. And I wanted him inside me.

  I pressed harder into the kiss, bringing my hands down to yank his shirt open, undoing his tie. I didn’t want to rip any of his clothes but I wanted him so badly, and I just might if he didn’t get naked right this fucking minute.

  Michael chuckled, apparently amused at my desperation, but he was just as fast about getting his clothes off and I couldn’t help but smirk.

  He wanted this. Wanted me.

  Just as badly, even if he was pretending to be all confident about it.

  One of his hands stroked my side, and then he whispered in my ear, “Hold still for me, that’s a good girl.”

  I hadn’t even thought about what his other hand was doing—but suddenly it was there, smearing warm, melted chocolate sauce across my lips, down my neck, over my nipple.

  I gasped. I’d left the baking equipment out, not really thinking about it, and now Michael was…oh, oh, oh—

  Another gasp escaped me as Michael swirled his tongue around my nipple, lowering his mouth further to suck on my breast, gently massaging the other one. “Mmm, I knew you’d be delicious.”

  He winked at me, and then licked up the chocolate on my neck as I squirmed. It felt so good, and so naughty, and I couldn’t wait until he…

  Michael kissed me, swiping the chocolate from my lips, and I could taste it on his tongue as he thrust it in and out of my mouth, making me shiver. Oh, God, this was more than I’d ever imagined, more than I’d ever thought about. I loved it.

  And hey, if this was how he wanted to do it…

  I sat up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and reached over, grabbing the whipped cream. “Oh no,” I said, getting some on his chest. “Looks like I missed a spot earlier…”

  Michael laughed and I slowly licked my way down his chest, lightly tugging at one of his nipples with my teeth. He growled, his hips jerking, and oh, yes, his cock was thick and hard curving against his thigh.

  I got whipped cream on that, too, sliding down off the counter to lick it off. The mingled taste of the sweet whipped cream and the musky skin made more slick slide down my thighs, made me want him even more.

  Michael hauled me back up, then placed a piece of strawberry in his lips just before kissing me again, sliding the strawberry from his mouth to mine.

  He did that a few times, feeding me strawberries, until every kiss tasted like the fruit and I was giggling into his mouth. I grabbed the chocolate, smearing more onto my breasts, and Michael eagerly set his mouth to them, licking and sucking, tugging with his teeth. I was probably going to have bruises tomorrow, and I relished the thought. I wanted Michael to mark me up a little, I wanted to look in the mirror and see evidence of our lovemaking.

  Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking, swiping my thumb over the head, feeling the full-body shudder that Michael gave in response. “I need you inside me,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around him again.

  Michael kissed me frantically as I pressed him into me. God he was so thick, stretching me so full, and it made me tingle all over like I had electricity in my veins.

  I took in a few shaky breaths, trying to adjust, to get ready. This was still so new to me, having someone inside of me, fucking me, and my body shuddered, close to completely overwhelmed. Michael slowed down his kisses, stroking my back, reassuring me with his touch. He was so good to me, taking care of me like this. I knew plenty of men who would probably just get off even harder at their partner being a virgin, without thinking about what that meant for her. But Michael was touching me with such care and affection, kissing my neck, humming against my skin as he petted me.

  At last I nodded, kissing his jaw. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  Michael let out this desperate half-growl, half-groan, like he’d been waiting for years for me to say that, and kissed me deeply as he started to thrust. It was shallow at first, sharp little thrusts that left me whimpering and needy, only driving my desire higher, but then—then he started fucking me in earnest, slamming into me until it felt like I was being split in two, until I was clawing at his shoulders as he took me higher and higher. At this angle his cock was dragging right up against that perfect spot and I was so glad nobody else was around because I couldn’t keep quiet for the life of me, sobbing and crying out and moaning his name.

  Oh he really fucking liked it when I moaned his name. He would jerk inside of me, shuddering. I did it again, and again, until all finesse was gone and I was being fucked like an animal, within an inch of my life. I clawed at his shoulders as he got his hands around my ass and sped up, grunting, and oh God oh God oh holy God fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

  I could feel him coming inside of me, hot and possessive, and I felt so wonderfully, filthily his, and I couldn’t help myself as I shuddered and shook and came all over again. It was different from the last one, that desperate dive off the cliff. This was like sinking down, down, down into bliss, holding and being held, and I loved it just as much.

  I fell back down against the counter as Michael collapsed on top of me, the both of us gasping for breath, our chests heaving. We were both sticky from the sauce and whipped cream, and my mouth felt swollen from kisses. Where my fingers dug into his shoulders, I could feel the layer of sweat on his skin, and I could feel a similar layer on mine, a bead of it working its way down from my temple.

  It was glorious. I’d give anything for there to be a shower that we could hop into together.

  And then… reality set in.

  The last time we’d had sex, Michael hadn’t reacted very well. He’d. Well. He’d told me that it was a mistake and that we should never do it again. Clearly I was good at getting him to have sex with me, and I couldn’t help but want to pat myself on the back a little for that. He wanted me, he desired me, and that was such a thrill, such satisfaction, to know that I wasn’t just wanting and yearning by myself, in vain.

  But… as good as it was to know that he wanted me… it didn’
t help if he still decided this was a mistake.

  If he apologized again, I wasn’t sure what I’d do in response. Maybe burst into tears.

  Michael pulled out, looking at himself, at me, and giving a wry smile. “It’s not smart of us to keep doing this in the restaurant.”

  I could tell that he was being a bit lighthearted about it but not entirely joking. “I agree.” I smiled. “What if the health inspector had caught us?”

  Michael laughed, shaking his head. “You are something else, you know that?”

  He helped me down off the counter and we cleaned ourselves up, then the kitchen. Michael was still playful the entire time, squirting me with water, and I laughed as we ended up making even more of a mess around us in trying to get ourselves all put back together.

  We cleaned up the kitchen, too, and according to industry standards or the morning shift the next day would murder us. Michael swiped some leftover chocolate, making me laugh, and I popped a final couple of strawberries into my mouth.

  “We’re definitely adding that cheesecake to the menu,” he told me as we locked up and then headed out.

  “I’m glad,” I told him. The night air felt unusually cool against my still-heated skin, and I shivered. San Francisco was known for its mist for a reason. It was never exactly warm here, not for most of the year, anyway, and tended to get colder than most of the rest of California.

  Michael put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side, keeping me warm. It reminded me of graduation, how that night he’d put his arm around me to lead me back out to the party, and at the time, it had been the most touch I’d ever gotten from him. It had felt so important to me. I’d treasured the memory of that simple touch for ages.

  Now, it meant so much more.

  He walked me to my car, turning me into him when we reached it. “Drive safe,” he murmured, and for a moment I thought that would be all…but then he leaned in, his hand coming up to cup my cheek, kissing me softly.