“Fuck!” Daniel swore as he thrust into me one last time.
To my horror, Robert and my stepfather both turned in our direction and I flung us back against the wall, praying they hadn’t seen us.
“Quick, we need to go!” I whispered, pulling my suit back up over my arms.
Daniel nodded, flashing me an apologetic look and we fled up the stairs, back into the main body of the house.
Seconds passed and there was no indication we had been followed. Daniel suddenly started to laugh and I couldn’t help but join him, relief at not getting caught unhinging us both.
“We should do this again some time,” he said between laughs.
“It’s not a typical evening under this roof, I assure you.” At least not that I was aware! But there was no denying the familiarity of the whole setup for my stepfather and no one had been surprised at the goings on in that room, least of all Emma. “I’m going to take a shower, you can crash in my bed, it’s where they expect you to be, after all.”
“Sounds good, especially since you may want a repeat.” He winked at me but I was past it. As much as I had enjoyed the evening, my feelings toward Emma were starting to worry me big time. It was a good job my scheduled shrink appointment was set for tomorrow morning, I was going to need it.
“Follow me, “ I said, and taking his hand I led him up the stairs to my room.
• • •
Thankfully, my overlong shower was suitably lengthy that Daniel was out for the count by the time I returned. He looked like he’d fallen asleep midway through undressing. His body lay sprawled atop the covers, shirt undone to the waist, trousers still belted and shoes on. His exposed, muscular chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, his head flopped to the side between two pillows.
Taking pity on him, I stripped his shoes and socks and moved to remove his belt. As the metal buckle jangled in my hands, I felt a surprising stirring between my legs and instinctively was drawn to the soft mound below. Tentatively I stroked the area, fascinated as it pulsed beneath my touch. Could I really turn him on whilst asleep? I stroked again and sure enough, the member twitched under the attention. This was wrong. But it felt good. Powerful even. Entranced, I toyed with the length of him, enjoying how his cock twitched upward as my fingers reached the tip.
Keen to see more of him, I unzipped his pants and shimmied them off. He stirred at the movement and I told myself it was fine, I was simply making sure he was comfy after all and I waited to see if he was going to wake. But his steady breathing resumed, his body relaxing once again into the covers.
Gaining in confidence, I straddled his thighs and moved my hand over the bulge, watching with awe as it started to grow further beneath my touch. As it reached its solid state I could resist no more and opened his briefs, his cock leaping free into my awaiting hand, eager for attention. Before I’d even thought on it, my mouth was wrapped around him and I was sucking,long and hard. I heard him groan, a guttural cry, and I knew then he was awake.
“Christ, Abi!”
Then his hands were in my hair, roughly tugging and pressing as he forced me into a rhythm of his choosing. I could feel the wetness leaking down my inner thighs as my body once again sought fulfillment. Lowering my hand to cover my clit, I began to rub myself just as he exploded into my mouth, his seed filling me, and hungrily I swallowed it down. His release was enough to spur my own and I came hard, falling forward to rest my head on his solid torso as the spasms took control of me.
When my body finally relaxed, he reached down and pulled me onto his chest, mumbling into my hair. “God, baby, you’re something else.”
I was asleep in seconds, sated and too exhausted to think.
Chapter Five
As hangovers went, this morning’s wasn’t so bad. I’d kept my breakfast down thus far and managed to communicate on some level with our guests before they finally vacated the premises. Dad and Emma had left soon after and with them any remaining awkwardness over last night’s affairs, leaving me to collapse gratefully into a sun lounger and sleep the remainder of the morning away.
I awoke to the shrill sound of my cell, the vibrating device traveling across the metal side table with an excruciating rattle. Groaning, I flung my hand out and grabbed the beastly thing, answering the call just as I registered the number to be Unknown.
“Hello?” I croaked.
“Miss Sawyer?” came a smooth feminine tone.
“Yes.”
“It’s Cara, Dr Tate’s secretary.”
Shit! My shrink! I checked my watch. My appointment had been scheduled for ten minutes previous.
“We were just wondering if you were on your way.”
“Apologies, I’ve been” — I coughed — “unwell this morning.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that, Miss Sawyer. Dr Tate was hoping we could reschedule for later today but—”
“Later is fine,” I interjected, guilt and eagerness to see him kicking in. “What time?”
