Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“That’s good,” Maddie’s chin dips in an effort to hide her face from me. Not liking that, I rub the backs of my fingers over her cheeks. “No husband?” As I’d hoped, Maddie smiles at my question. “No. No husband.” “That’s good.”

“You couldn’t be more my type if you fucking tried.” My thumb presses into her flesh and her lips part, “Don’t ever doubt yourself like that again.”

Irresistible. Literally irresistible. I drop my hips. I won’t fuck her. But I never promised myself I wouldn’t torture us both a little.

“Did you spread your legs for me, Baby Doll?” Maddie nods- back arched and pressing her lower half up against me. “I need it, Axel.” Her hips roll again. “Please.” Keeping my grip on her hands, I lower until our lips are just an inch apart. “Please what?” “Please, Daddy.”

My brain screeches to a halt. Daddy? Then my mind rockets right past reason. With my eyes locked on hers, I thrust my hips. My cock rubbing against her cotton-covered pussy. “Fuck.” I bite out the word. Why was t...

I won’t touch her. Not with my hands. But I need to feel her. Maddie is thrashing below me. Rolling her hips in sync with mine. We need to stop. “Fuck.” I growl the word this time. I need to stop. If we keep this up, I’m going to pull those tiny shorts to the side and bury my cock in her wet warmth. Instead, I tighten my grip on her wrists. Keeping her in place. And keeping my willpower in check.

getting choppier. I press my hips down and hold still. The increased pressure between us, means I can feel the heat of her pussy radiating against my dick. Hold still, Axel. Hold fucking still. But Maddie doesn’t. Her hips continue to rock, grinding her clit against my steely length.

I’m so far lost to the moment that I don’t even know if what we’re doing is wrong, but I can’t pull away. Not yet. Not when- fuck – not when she’s so close. “I’m gonna… Oh god, I’m gonna…” Maddie squeezes her eyes shut, throws her head back, and cries out. Her body writhes be...

She’s stunning. Total perfection. And I can’t resist rolling my own hips to draw her orgasm out. The only way to describe the look on her face is pure bliss. And she might’ve done most of the work herself, but I was here. And...

I’ve heard the term laugh or cry but I don’t think I’ve ever understood it more than I do right now.

I palm my cock through my boxers. The material is damp, making me groan. My little Maddie soaked through those skimpy shorts and now her slickness is coating my palm. And I’m done questioning my actions for the night. I can’t hold back anymore. Maddie’s torn apart every boundary I’ve attempted to put between us and I’m done fighting it.

Closing my eyes, I let myself fall back into the vivid memory of moments ago. Her moans. I push my boxers down. The heat of her pussy. I grip my dick. The way her rhythm fit mine. I stroke. Her hands trapped under mine. I stroke faster. The feel of her unrestrained tits. I tighten my grip. The way she called me Daddy. I grit my teeth, hunch over, and come into my hand.

Cleaning myself up, I decide that this is a moment that I’ll take to my grave. No one needs to know that I just spent in my palm like a horny teen. But as I exit the bathroom, I realize it could’ve been worse. I could’ve come in my boxers.

My eyes start to slowly open, but the light filtering in through the curtain has them snapping wide. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! A glance at the clock on the nightstand tells me it’s past 7:00. Of-fucking-course. My old ass is always awake at 5:00. Sometimes I fall back asleep, but years of having to open my shop means waking up early is ingrained in my biology. I lower my gaze to Maddie. It’s got to be this little woman. Sleeping next to her is apparently the same thing as falling into a coma.

The arm still slung across her middle starts to tighten its grip on her, but I force myself to stop. I can’t chance waking her. If she blinks those big green eyes at me and offers to make me breakfast – hell, I’ll be proposing to her by lunch.

Rubbing my temples, I’m starting to question if I imagined everything that happened last night. I mean that man could definitely qualify as a dream.

“So…” Elouise stares at me over the top of her refilled coffee cup. “Let me get this straight.” I groan and pull one of the spare couch pillows up until it’s covering most of my face. “We don’t need a recap.” Elouise laughs, “Au contraire, my friend.”

“Your date’s dad shows up and instead of saying thank you for the information and calling it a night, you invite him to join you and then proceed to get shitfaced.”

“If you’re gonna recap, get it right.” I hold up my own fingers, “He sat down on his own, I didn’t invite him. And I was mildly drunk, not shitfaced.” Elouise raises a brow and I sigh. “Okay I was mostly drunk, but still not shitface...

“He then drives you home, in his-” she makes air quotes, “very nice car. And yet again, instead of calling it a night you invite him in for a sandwich.”

“Then,” Elouise almost cackles, “you get into your skimpiest pajamas, invite him into your bed, and rub yourself to completion all over his big, glorious body.” More air quotes. “You’re the worst,” I grumble. “And to completion? Really? Who says that?” She lifts a shoulder. “Am I wrong?” “No, but you’re a bitch.”

“Hear me out,” Elouise starts, “I know this might be cringe, but you could always message Brian and ask him for his dad’s phone number.” I feel my mouth pop open as I stare at Elouise. “You can’t be serious.”

“Hmm, but what would I say?” I tap my chin and make an over-exaggerated thinking face. “Oh, I know! I’ll say – hey, sorry you got grounded last night. But don’t worry about standing me up, because your dad showed up to our date. And as you probably know, he’s hot as fuck. And I’d really like to get my hands on that girthy Coke can cock again, so could you give me his number?

And if this thing works out between us, we’ll have to decide if you should call me mom or sister because I call Axel Daddy, too.”

“Hypothetically,” I say, even though we both know this isn’t hypothetical, “say you meet a girl. You’re sober, she’s drunk, and you go back to her place.” I press my palms harder against my eyes. “And you agree to just… rest… in bed. And you’re vocal that nothing can happen because she’s been drinking. But then you start making out and she… um… then she grabs your… thing. Would that be bad?” Dean doesn’t reply. Nothing. Silence. Slowly I lower my hands and find him staring at me wide eyed, his cheeks turning red. “I knew it! It’s bad, right?!” My chest starts to hurt at the thought of causing Axel any sort of distress. “Oh my god. I’m the worst human ever!”

Dean shakes his head, “It’s not that.” His words are choked and I’m about to ask him what he’s talking about when his gaze darts to the side. Slowly, so slowly, with all the color draining from my face, I turn and find my 17-year-old employee, Griff, standing just a few feet away, grinning. “Damn, Boss! You had yourself a weekend.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me.” Griff mimes zipping his lips. “But if you want my opinion, I’d guess everything is chill between you and your guy. And I mean, if you feel weird about it, you could always just apologize.” He lifts a shoulder. I find myself staring blankly at my young employee. Wishing I was surprised that he’s apparently better at relationships than I am.

“What about my… question?” Dean shrugs as he continues to walk backwards. “I’d say listen to the kid. Seems like he’s in tune with what’s right and wrong.” My mouth drops. “That’s it? That’s your advice?” A smile starts to pull at his lips, “Like he said, apologize to the guy and clear the air.” I toss my hands up, exasperated, “How? I don’t have his number!” Griff lets out a whistle and Dean – the coward that he is – smothers a laugh as he bolts out the door, a shouted Bye over his shoulder.

“Really,” Griff carries on conversationally, “it’s all about consent and safe sex. Miscommunications are gonna happen, but if you talk it through, and everyone feels understood and okay, then those gray areas don’t have to be so scary.” I press my lips together, and swallow through my embarrassment. “Thanks, Griff.” “Anytime, Boss.”

“If I give you an extra freebie from the case, will you pretend this never happened?” My eyes are still trained forward but I can sense him straighten. “My choice?” I nod, “Your choice.” “Deal!”

After triple checking, I stop in front of the condom display. And it’s a whole freaking display. Why are there so many? My palms feel sweaty already, so I rub them against my hips.

This is it. This is my punishment for being a bad person. Having to stand here, with the fear of being caught by someone I know, and have my sexual inexperience rubbed in my face.

For real, why are there so many? How do I know which one to get? Forcing my anxiety to calm, I focus on reading the labels. Trying to figure out which one to get. Ultra-thin. Her pleasure. Lubricated. Bareskin. Mixed Pleasure. Magnum. Slim. XL. Barely there. Extra Sensitive. Tropical flavor. Flavor? Is that a thing now? Are you supposed to suck a dick through a condom? My heartrate kicks up. Is that what people do? I can’t overthink this. Reaching for the Her Pleasure box, I pause. Is that selfish? Should I get one for his pleasure? But looking once more through the selection I don’t see one for him. Or are they all for him?

“Bobby’s Autos.” “What?!” I hit the brake too hard and screech to a stop, yards before the stop sign ahead of me. “What the hell?!” “Calm your tits, old man. I’m going in undercover.”

I ignore the tits and the old man comments and move right to the last word. “Under. Cover.” “Yep. Figured it was the perfect way to get some hands-on experience with guys that’ll treat me as just another worker. And it’s good to see how other people do things.” “But… Did you put Axel’s on your resume? Didn’t that tip them off?” He snorts, “Lots of people have worked for you. And I have Mom’s last name so even if they happen to know your full name, there’s nothing to connect us.” I mull that over, “Huh.”

“And I mean it’s not like I’ll lie. If someone asks is Axel Davis your dad I’ll tell them yes. But if someone asks was Axel Davis a dick to work for I can also reply honestly with a yes.” I have to smile at the genius of it all. “You’re a sneaky little ...

Oh Maddie, you shouldn’t have worn my sweatshirt. There are consequences for your actions, Baby Doll. And you’re about to find out what happens to naughty girls who misbehave.

“You shouldn’t be here. Not with him.” He takes another step. “No?” I ask, barely audible. Axel shakes his head. “You don’t need a boy like that.”

“You need a man.” Axel inhales through his nose, his huge chest expanding further with the action. “You need me.”

“You feel safe with me.” He says it like an accusation. “You fed me.” He leans in, our lips just an inch apart. “You made yourself come by rubbing that hot little slit all over my dick.”

“You fucking hugged me.” My eyes sting. My throat feels tight. Axel says it like me hugging him was monumental. And my heart clenches, because it was monumental for me too.

His face turns until his lips are brushing my cheek. “And I want more. Of everything.”

“Tell me,” Axel demands. “Tell me you feel this too.” My hands finally break free of the spell holding them prisoner, and I reach up to hook my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “I feel it, too.” Emboldened, I stretch up onto my tippy toes until my lips are against his ear. “And I want to do more than… rub myself… all over your dick.”

There’s just something about him that makes me feel bold. Maybe it’s like he said, and I just feel safe with him. And maybe that’s all I was missing before.

“Fuck, Baby.” His hips press forward, and I feel his hardened length pressing into my belly. “I’ll give you more. I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.” His cock digs harder into my softness. “I’ll give you whatever you can fucking take.”

“Your car, Baby. It’s staying here.” I shake my head. “Yes,” He replies. “But…” I start to say, and he cuts me off. “Don’t ar-” he halts mid-word, his hands sliding up my body until he’s framing my face. “You can always argue with me. I won’t get mad. But right now, about this, I’m not changing my mind. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” His thumbs brush over my cheeks. “Not until I’ve gotten you home and buried myself in that sweet little pussy.”

“You remembered,” I whisper. The fact that he remembered I don’t like to argue floors me more than his dirty words do. When I thought about the next morning, I was so embarrassed that I’d said anything. But he was so nice about it even then… I feel my eyes start to shimmer. “I can’t believe you remembered.” “I remember every word you said.”

“I want to kiss you.” His deep voice admitting that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “But if I start,” his thumb moves until it’s brushing against the corner of my mouth, “I won’t stop. And I’m not gonna have our first time be in a bar bathroom.” “Better drive fast then.” I turn my head on the last word and suck his thumb into my mouth.

“Naughty Girl,” he growls, pushing his thumb deeper into my mouth. My lips circle the digit, and my tongue boldly licks the tip.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about stretching your pretty cheeks while your lips wrap, just like that, around my cock.”