I attempt to pull the material away from his skin. It’s seriously tighter than I’ve ever seen an article of clothing, and I’ve worn Spanx under dresses before.
“Maybe I should get it,” he says.
“No, I can do it.” I pull harder, and these goddamn things are not moving. “Did you superglue them on?” I laugh. This is embarrassing, but I’m not sure who it’s more embarrassing for—him or me. I attempt to roll the shorts down, and it’s obvious I’m not just embarrassing him now too, but I think I’m making him physically uncomfortable. “Okay, maybe you should get them.”
He slips his fingers beneath the material over his thighs and pulls them down, but not without a struggle. The moment he frees himself from his shorts, a lump forms in my throat. Whoa. That is impressive, I think. I mean, yeah, I don’t see how it couldn’t be. “Much better,” he says with a sigh of relief. “I can’t stand those things.”
“I don’t see how you could. I hope it has ventilation.” Ventilation? Why would I even bring that up right now?
“Actually, the material is breathable, so it does, technically.”
This is awkward. He’s lying here with his man-dog on display, and I’m just staring at it like we’re in the middle of an art museum. Man-dog? Did I just think that in this romantic moment? I need to snap out of it. Act sexy. Something. No wonder I’m twenty-eight and at a total loss for human interaction.
He must notice my erratic mood, so he pulls me down and kisses me gently. “I promise, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Kai.”
Each time he says that I’m more motivated to continue on with my quest. I remove the straps of my dress and let the top fall to my waist before shimmying out of it entirely. It seems the small act of removing my dress is all it takes to impressively excite him. His hands caress my shoulders then slide down the length of my arms. His touch sends chills through my body, and I move backward, positioning myself over his cock. I close my eyes and lower my lips down, taking him into my mouth. The salty warm taste is turning me on, and I feel like I just know what to do. I move up and down along his shaft, sucking gently, being careful to shield my teeth from touching his sensitive skin. How do I just know how to do this without learning? Maybe it’s like riding a bike—but without having to even learn how to ride the bike. Ha ha. Or maybe I’m just a natural sex kitten and never knew it …
“Oh, man, Kai. Yeah, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” His hands both cradle my head while his fingers tangle through my hair. With his quiet moans of gratification, I move faster, wanting to hear more reassuring sounds. It’s easy to respond to his pleas with more of the moves he seems to enjoy the most. I curl my hand around the bottom of his shaft and glide it up and down, following the rhythm of my mouth.
His waist is moving against me, and I think he’s coming close to the end. “Kai,” he breathes. “You don’t have to finish.”
I’ve heard it isn’t bad to swallow, and I’ve had worse I’m sure. I lift my head and run the back of my hand across my mouth. “I want to,” I mutter. Without giving him the option of arguing I dive back down, taking him in until his cock hits the back of my throat. With more confidence, I twist my tongue around his length and use longer strokes with more pressure. His hands fly up, grabbing his bedpost and it feels as though I’m holding him down but without the need to use strength. “I’m coming, gorgeous.” I brace myself as the warm cream-like texture seeps down the back of my throat like a warm drink. It’s not what I thought it would taste like and the urge to gag hits me hard. I pull away and cover my mouth. I don’t want him to see my face as I thrust forward while forcing the rest of it down. I need something to drink. Oh my God. I have to breathe in and out slowly to relax my throat a number of times before I turn back to face him.
“I’m sorry,” I sigh with embarrassment.
“There’s no way you haven’t—I mean—wow. I don’t even know what to say.”
Now that the gagging sensation has passed, I refocus my attention on Denver’s look of appreciation and pleasure. That’s what I wanted to see. I lay down in the crook of his arm and feel more than comfortable being in this spot that seems as though it was made just for me. “I hope I did it right,” I tell him.
“I have no words to explain how right that felt, Kai.”
Silence finds us as our breaths slow from a furious rate to a place of calmness, but it’s short-lived as footsteps stomp in the hallway.
“Dad!” The shock from a banging fist on the door forces me to rip the comforter away from Denver, covering myself up.
“Shit,” I whisper.
“Baby girl, I’m sleeping. Are you okay?”
“Can I come in?”
“Uh, no. Let me get up. I’ll go to your room. Be there in a second.”
“Dad!” She continues banging.
I have a bad feeling she’s opening that door, and I know I didn’t lock it. I move off the bed and lie down on the floor on the other side of the bed, just in case.
As I suspected, the door flies open, and Denver is bouncing around on the bed, most likely trying to cover up his massive erection. Oh my God. Oh my God. She’s going to be traumatized and it’s my fault!
“Aya, I said I’d be there in a minute. Come on now. You know not to walk into my room like that.” Of course, I can’t help but wonder why, and I’m not sure I want the answer to that question.
“Why are you butt naked, Dad?” she asks.
No, no, no. I’m horrified for him. I want to hand him the blanket I selfishly ripped off the bed because all he has is a measly sheet to cover up with, which won’t shield anyone from what I did to him.
“Aya, go to your room,” he says sternly.
She closes the door, and I exhale. “I am so sorry.”
