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“Oh my god.” I put my face in my hands and try to pretend she didn’t just tell me that.
“I’m gonna go home and make Stan rub my feet. And I better not see you here tomorrow.”
“I’ll do my best,” I say before my office door swings shut.
I don’t know how she can see right through me, but it’s probably all the years we’ve spent together. She’s never pulled punches, but I’m surprised at her telling me to go have some babies.
I get my phone, check the time, and grab my keys. She’s right about one thing for sure, I’ve got to send Kyle back to his mom’s. After I dropped off Nadia last night, I came back home and found him passed out on the game room couch. I woke his ass up and tried to get him to tell me what happened with Nadia, but he just mumbled something about her being a bitch. I wanted to strangle him, but he was so drunk he wouldn’t have known. So I waited until this morning when I knew he’d be hungover, and I barged into his room blaring a horn.
He tried to say it was all a misunderstanding, and I told him that he owed her an apology. I also told him he’s lost his privileges with the car so I’d be the one taking him to and from school for the remainder of the year. That got his attention.
After he whined like a brat, he got in the passenger seat of my car, and I drove him to school. I told him if he wasn’t on time for pickup this afternoon he could kiss his cell phone goodbye.
Louanne is right that I need to send him back to my sister’s. This isn’t the first time he’s pulled shit like this or even the tenth time. Nothing is getting through to him, so maybe it’s time to let him fail on his own so he can figure it out. I have a feeling he’s going to take the first flight out of LA to Greece to be with his dad, but that would be a rude awakening too. His father is living off his wife's inheritance, and I don’t think he’s prepared to have Kyle cut in on that.
On the way to the school, I call my sister and tell her his time with me is coming to an end. She’s not surprised at all and says she will talk to him tonight about finishing his classes and coming back to live with her. It’s a little weight off my shoulders, but I’ve still got to get through this last bit of school with him. I know somewhere deep down inside of me, I love the kid, but he’s turning out to be a pretty shitty nephew.
When I get to the front of the school, I pull up to the curb and wait. Not many kids’ parents pick them up because this is one of the most expensive private schools in the city. They usually have chauffeurs waiting to take them home, but that’s not my style. Checking the time again, I see that he’s about to be late.
I’m pissed that he’s pushing me so soon after the talk we had this morning, but I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m just getting out of my car when I see Nadia walk through the front gates and stop dead in her tracks when she sees me.
This morning I lost control when I texted her. I shouldn’t have taken it so far, but I was consumed with making sure she was taken care of, and maybe part of me wanted to be the one to do it. Okay, maybe it was all of me that wanted to, especially the swollen cock between my legs that is getting harder by the second. My eyes start at her knee-high socks and then to the bit of skin on her thigh before it’s covered by her skirt. Her shirt is fitted tight across her big tits, and the way the collar is open looks like an invitation.
“Hey.” She smiles at me as she looks up and down the street. “Are you here for Kyle?”
“Yeah, but I’m happy to see you.” My tongue swipes over the edge of my teeth as I think about pulling her ponytail and wrapping it around my wrist while she goes down on me. Fuck, I’ve got to get a grip. This is wrong, so fucking wrong. “You got a ride?”
Thoughts go through my head about telling her I’d give her the ride of her life, but I manage to hold it in. The image of her legs spread while she straddles me, however, is burned into my brain.
“I’m not sure? My driver said he got a flat tire so he’s running late.”
“Get in, I’m taking you home.” She opens her mouth to say something, but I level her with a stare, and she smartly closes those pretty pink lips. God, what I wouldn't give to taste the ones under that skirt. I bet they're just as plump.
“I’ve been waiting,” I hear Kyle complain as he walks right past Nadia and me and gets in the front seat of the car.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to get in the back seat, but Nadia already has the door open, and she’s sliding in.
“It’s okay,” she whispers so only I hear it, and I grind my teeth as I help her buckle up and close the door.
“Where were you?” I ask Kyle when I get behind the wheel.
“Sitting in the quad; you’re late.” He looks out the window after rolling his eyes, and I have to fight the urge not to tell him to walk home.
The light up ahead turns red, and I glance in the rearview mirror at Nadia. My chest tightens when I see her digging in her bag beside her, and somehow her skirt has ridden up. She doesn’t know it’s trussed up so high, and her knees are spread. I can see the pretty little triangle of white covering her pussy, and my mouth begins to water.
“It’s green,” Kyle says annoyingly, and that’s when Nadia’s eyes meet mine in the mirror.
I put my foot on the gas, but when I glance up again, I notice her knees are still slightly spread. Rubbing my hand over my mouth, I swallow down the drool and come to another red light. It might be my imagination, but I think her knees are farther apart, and I lick my lips.
“It’s green! Gah, are you losing your sight?”
“Enough!” I bark at Kyle, and he snaps his mouth shut before going back to glaring out the window. Silently, I pull over next to the sidewalk and unlock the car. “Get out.”
“What?” He looks at me in confusion and then back to the sidewalk.
“You have a key, and you know the way. I’m tired of your disrespect, and I’m not going to let it happen with Nadia in the car. Walk.”
“Fuck this shit,” Kyle mumbles as he gets out and slams the door closed.
I pull away from the sidewalk and begin to drive again. It’s quiet for a long moment before I look into the back through the rearview mirror. Nadia is watching me carefully, and I see that her cheeks are pink. Did me yelling at Kyle turn her on?
I know I shouldn’t want her the way I do, and even now I’m telling myself to stop. But one look at those pretty doe eyes and I’m a man with needs. Needs that she’s drawn to the surface.
“Be a good girl and spread those knees again, little flower.”
Chapter Five
NADIA
“Mr. Insley?” There is no way I heard him correctly.
I must have somehow made up what he said because there’s no way those words came out of his mouth. My mind began to spin when he scolded Kyle, but the firmness in his tone did something to my body. I thought I felt some kind of dominance in his texts to me, but I dismissed it as seeing something that wasn’t there. He didn’t text me the rest of the day, and I was confident that I’d read them all wrong. Now I’m not so sure.
“You heard what I said. I don’t enjoy repeating myself.”
A rush of hot desire soaks my panties, and I have to hold back a gasp. Who knew the tone of someone’s voice could be so alluring? My body responds to him in a way I’m not fully understanding.
I glance down and realize my skirt has ridden up my thighs, and my legs are only barely parted.
“I’m waiting,” Walsh prompts, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
Without making him wait another second, I spread my thighs wider and watch my skirt continue to bunch up. In the mirror, his eyes drop lower, and I feel the heat of his stare between my legs.
Oh god, what kind of panties did I put on today? I’d been in such a hurry I hadn’t thought about it when I’d gotten dressed. I bet they are my stupid cotton ones even though I have some that are prettier. I bought them when my sister and I went shopping, but I hardly wear them. I always thought what’s the point because no one sees them. At least I thought no one would be seeing them.
Walsh makes a sound like a painful grunt before he looks back at the road. “Keep them open,” he orders as he pulls away from the curb.
As I sit there doing as I’m told, I feel the wet material of my panties cling to me, and my clit begins to throb. Every so often, Walsh’s eyes move to the mirror, then back to the road. When he rolls to a stop at the next light, he turns his head, and this time he looks directly at the space between my open legs.
“You’re wet, Nadia.” He licks his lips, and I open my mouth, but no words come out. “You don’t have to tell me.” He nods to what I assume are my drenched panties. “I see it for myself.”
After that, he turns back, and the light changes to green. It takes me a few seconds to figure out that Walsh doesn’t turn down my street but keeps driving right past it.
“Where are we going?” My voice sounds foreign in my ears.
“Are your sister and her husband home?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“They’re out for an event tonight in the city.” I hear Walsh mutter a curse under his breath.
“And what about the driver that was to pick you up?”
“I told him I got a ride.” I’d texted him right when we’d gotten into the car so he wasn’t rushing to pick me up and could deal with the flat tire.
“Nadia, Nadia, Nadia.” He repeats my name, shaking his head. “You just told me that no one is going to be wondering where you are for the rest of the night. That’s very naïve of you.”
I don’t know if he’s trying to scare me into realizing the predicament I’ve put myself in, but it’s not working. Scared is the very last thing I feel right now.
“I’m not naïve. I'm just not experienced.” My cheeks heat at admitting that. I’m sure he’s used to women who know what they’re doing, and although I’m so out of my depth right now, I don’t care. At this moment I’d let myself drown for him. My need for whatever is happening outweighs everything else and I’m lost in a lust-filled haze.
“I know, little flower, but you are naïve. You came into my home all alone without knowing what could happen.”
“Kyle didn’t force himself on me.” He might have been pushy, but he stormed off. His ego was damaged more than anything.
“I would kill him.” I swear the air inside the vehicle thickens, and there’s a flutter of excitement in my stomach. “But I wasn’t talking about him.” His eyes go to the mirror again to get another look between my legs. “You were all alone with me.”
I was, but I don’t see the problem with that. In fact, I enjoyed being alone with Walsh. The attention he gives me makes me want to be alone with him again.
“I’m not scared of you, Walsh.”
“Give me your panties,” he orders, and I wonder if this is a test. I push my glasses up my nose to stall. “What did I say about repeating myself?”
“You don’t like it.” I lift my hips, making my skirt slide the rest of the way up my hips, revealing my panties completely. I hook my fingers into the top and pull them down my legs before I hand them over.
He takes them from me as he pulls into an empty church parking lot. “Keep those legs spread,” he says and puts the car into park. Then I hear the sound of a zipper, loud inside of the quiet vehicle.
Now all I can hear is the sound of his heavy breathing as he stares at my sex, and his arm starts to move up and down. I lean over a few inches to see what he’s doing, and then I gasp. He’s got my panties wrapped around his cock as he strokes himself. His eyes in the mirror are staring at me while he does it, and a low groan leaves him.
“Please.” The word slips past my lips, but it comes out like a plea.
“Have you ever touched yourself, little flower?” I nod my head because I’m not sure if I can form words. “Show me.”
Normally I would be way too shy to do something like that, but my whole body is on fire, and it’s hard to sit still. My hand moves quickly as I spread my legs and my fingers slip through the wet folds of my sex. I’m completely soaked as I bring two fingers to my clit. The second I touch myself, I moan.
“You don’t put your fingers inside your cunt, do you?”
“I’ve never done that,” I admit.
“And you won’t.” Walsh’s hand starts to move faster. “Do you know how to cum, little flower?”
“Yes.” I’m holding back because I don’t want him to know how horny I am, and I don’t want this to be over. My body is screaming for me to press harder and go over the edge.
“I want to see it.”
My instincts are to obey, and I cry out his name as I press harder on my clit. It gives me the perfect pressure to send me over the edge, and the orgasm explodes through me. I hear him grunt as his arm flexes, and my sex flutters. It’s never done that before, but the ache isn’t fully gone. The orgasm took the edge off, but now I want something more. My sex contracts like it wants something inside of me. The ache is deeper in my body, and I long to be full.
Walsh’s heavy breathing fills the silence. “Come here,” he orders. I unbuckle my seat belt and move closer because I want to be near him. He turns his head and grabs my wrist. My mouth falls open as I watch him bring my fingers to his mouth and suck them clean.
I’m already about to cum again, and I don’t know if I can handle this. My body needs more already, and I have to squeeze my legs together to try and ease the ache.
“Good girl,” he says when he releases them from his mouth. “Put these back on.” He hands me my panties, and I see his release inside them. I lean back against the seat and slip them up my legs slowly. His cum makes them stick to me once they’re in place.
I can’t believe what we’ve just done. He watched me masturbate for him, but I’ve still never even been kissed.
Chapter Six
WALSH
I’m throbbing in my pants as her taste sits on my tongue and the scent of her pussy fills this car. Never in my right mind would I have done something like that before I met Nadia, but since I laid eyes on my little flower, I can’t seem to think straight.
My little flower.
Fuck, what’s come over me that’s made me so possessive in a matter of a few stolen moments spent together? This isn’t me, but somehow it feels so right. The women in my past barely held my attention longer than it took to get off. When it was over, we went our separate ways, and I never looked back. Hell, I couldn’t tell you what a single one of them looked like since Nadia’s beautiful doe eyes met mine. It’s as if my past was erased and that was where I began.
My heart hasn’t stopped thundering in my chest even though I just came harder than I ever have in my life. The load I left in her panties should embarrass me, but that’s what Nadia does to me. She makes my cock weep while my body begs to be closer to her. And she makes my heart ache for something I know I shouldn’t have.
When I glance up in the rearview mirror, I see her looking out of her window and the expression on her face has me turning around in my seat. “What’s wrong?”
She faces me but shrugs and pretends to smile. It doesn’t reach her eyes, and I know immediately that she’s hiding something from me. “I’m fine.”
Shit, does she regret what just happened? How can she not? I’m an old man who just made her rub her pussy while I jerked off to it. Could I be more of a bastard?
“What we did, I lost control—” I start, but she reaches for my arm.
“No, don’t say that. I don’t regret it.” She hesitates and bites that pretty bottom lip that I would die to have against mine. “I was just thinking that we didn’t kiss.” When I open my mouth to say something, she covers her face with both her hands. “Oh god, that’s so stupid. Just forget I said anything.”
“You want me to kiss you.” It’s not a question, but more of a shocked statement. I didn’t think a girl like her would want a man like me touching her perfect body. That’s why I thought I could take this time in the car with her and keep it forever. I wanted to steal what I could without leaving her dirty from my touch.
Slowly she lowers the hands from her face and shrugs. “Yeah, I think I do.”
“Come here.” I tell her what to do, but even as I give the order, I’m pulling her into the front passenger seat.
There’s a gear shift and a console between us, but maybe that’s a good thing. I need to keep my distance from her because I know that the treasure she’s got between her legs is virgin tight. She’s not ready to ride a cock.
But I could teach her.
The thought enters my mind, and I have to push it away. I can’t think about that, not now while she’s soft and sweet and looking at me like I hung the moon. My hands cup her face as I pull her close, and her eyes are wide with excitement.
“Close your eyes, little flower.” She does as I order, and my cock throbs in pleasure. “Open your mouth so I can lick your tongue.”
Her full cherry pink lips part, and I slowly lower my mouth to hers. She inhales at the same time and I feel that electricity spark between us like never before. I grunt as those pretty lips spread and let me inside. I sweep my tongue over hers, and she eagerly does the same. Back and forth we take turns until I feel her hands on my chest pulling me closer.
She tastes like sugar lip gloss and innocence, and all I want to do is bury myself in it. Before I can stop myself, I’m pulling her over onto my lap and spreading her legs so she straddles me. Her skirt goes up so far it exposes her ass. Grabbing on to it, I yank her flush against my cock, and then I keep on kissing her.
“Tell me to stop,” I beg as I pull her panties up her ass so I can grab onto her bare cheeks. “Tell me to leave you alone, Nadia, because I don’t know if I can.”
She doesn’t do either of those things but instead grinds against me as we kiss and kiss like this is our only chance. Maybe it will be. After today, she could hate me and never want me to speak to her again. I wouldn’t blame her, but I’m not sure I’d let her do it. Fuck, there’s no way I can let her go now that I’ve had a taste.
