The Unsettled Series Book 2

HER

With the house to myself after a pleasant lunch, Mom and Dad running a few errands across town, I sink into the couch and turn on the news. I don’t really care about what’s playing on the TV; I just need some noise. I’m still wet from this morning, still thinking about that silver fox and the way he lit my skin on fire without even trying.

My thighs press together as I try to think of something else and fail. A firm knock on the front door brings me out of my stupor. I ignore it, hoping that it’s just a deliveryman leaving a package.

The knock comes again, and I begrudgingly climb off the couch. I’m not dressed appropriately; I stuffed myself into another one of my summer dresses without any undergarments when I realized the AC was locked at seventy-two degrees. Mom’s always been finicky about it and never let me play with it.

I swing open the door, eyes wide when the silver fox from earlier grins down at me. He’s trouble. I can already see it in those dark eyes, and I know that I’m going to be in so much fucking trouble if I let him in. He doesn’t even say anything. He just stands there, licking his lips, ogling my body and I can’t believe someone like him is friends with my father.

“You keep standing there like that, sweetheart, and I’ll take you on the doorstep.” He said if I let him in, that he’ll have me. I know that if I leave this door open, he’s going to act on those promises. He seems like a man of his word and yet, for some reason, I can’t make it that easy on him.

My senses come back to me as I scurry farther into the house, the man stepping inside and closing the door. His long legs catch up to me quicker than I had planned, his hands circling my wrists. He pulls me back to his chest, a shocked “oof” falling from my lips. I can feel every hard ridge of his body in this position, and I’m fucking wet between the thighs all over again.

“We can’t,” I mumble. This isn’t right. He’s my father’s age! And yet…just the bulge nestled against the small of my back has me whimpering for the relief he denied me earlier this morning.

“See, I’d believe you if it wasn’t for those sweet sounds coming from your lips or the way you were drooling earlier.” He pulls my arms back a little farther, tucking both wrists into one of his hands. His fingers find one of my tits, squeezing me through the fabric.

“If your nipples weren’t as hard as diamonds in the bathroom, begging me to touch them, to suck them into my mouth and tease them until you’re begging me to fuck you, I wouldn’t have come back after I saw your mother leave. However,” he completely releases and steps back, “If you want me, sweetheart, you just have to say it.”

I shouldn’t, but he’s offering himself up on a silver platter. How can I say no? My entire body is thrumming with need, and I know I’ll regret the three words that slip from my lips as I turn around and look up at him. “I want you.”

He shifts our position until my side is pressed into his chest, one hand sliding down my belly and the other wrapped around me to grab my tit from the other side. I arch into his touch, wriggling from the heated sensations as he looks down at me. He’s enjoying this, enjoying the way I’m falling apart. His fingers graze my bare thigh and then travel up under my short dress before brushing against my sex.

“Bare? Sweetheart, it’s like Christmas.”

I cry out when a finger sinks into my pussy, the intrusion more than welcomed as I hold onto him. We’re in the fucking hallway, where my parents could walk in at any moment, and I can’t seem to care. I need this orgasm. He adds another finger as I hold onto his arm, head tilted back and mouth open as he ramps up his speed until I start pushing down against his fingers to pull the pleasure I need. His other hand is still working my tit, his thumb flicking over the erect nipple.

It isn’t until he leans down to kiss me that I scream, the silver fox swallowing my sounds as he sucks on my tongue and continues pumping those digits into my sex. When he pulls away, staring at his glistening fingers, I don’t expect him to slide them into his mouth as he keeps eye contact with me. “Your sweet nectar is addicting, and I think I need another taste.”

The grin on his face is massive as he hoists me up, my legs tucked around his waist. He walks me to the counter, setting my ass on the edge before sitting on the stool in front of me. My breath is erratic as I try to understand what he’s doing, his thick hands slowly spreading my thighs. I try to fight his touch, shy, but the way he’s looking up at me dissolves my reservations—even the ones that tell me that we should absolutely not be doing this shit in my parents’ house.

“Gorgeous.”

I shudder as he hooks his hands beneath my thighs and drags me forward, his breath fanning my pussy. It’s a little too much, too soon, and yet, I’m begging for what he’s about to do.

“Sit back, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’ve coated my face with your juices and then you’re going to sit on my cock and show me the way you like it.”

My thighs shake with anticipation, but I’m not ready for the way his tongue thrusts into my sex, my back flattening against the counter. He’s holding me to his face, and I can’t do anything except accept the pleasure that he’s giving me, and by god, it’s the best sensation I’ve felt in a long time.

My eyes dart to the front door, and my silver fox somehow knows that I’m distracted. He pulls away and stares up at me. He looks absolutely feral, his voice even deeper than before.

“When I’m done with you, the last thing on your mind is going to be who’s watching.” Another threat that sounds a whole lot more like a promise. “Let me know when I hit a particularly good part, sweetheart. I’ve heard the house echoes when you scream just right.”

My face turns bright red. “Echoes?”

He nods, “I should know. I built the damn place.”