My first move? Sending Rory a seemingly innocent text: Happy Friday! Any plans?
He quickly responded. Talia, it’s great to hear from you! No plans, just relaxing at home after a long week.
I imagined my former stepfather all alone, still a bit despondent after his divorce from my mother. I couldn’t blame him for being hesitant to date again.
Another text soon followed his first: How about you, sweetheart? I’m sure you’ll be painting the town red tonight.
I smiled at his term of endearment. At forty-three, Rory was several years younger than my mother. They’d met and quickly married during my freshman year of college. At first, I’d fully expected to hate him, but he instead won me over with his easygoing manner and genuine interest in my life. He was the exact opposite of Mom, and I feared their matrimonial bliss wouldn’t last.
Turned out that I was right. They divorced last year, soon after I graduated. Now that I was living in an apartment, and now that Rory was free from my mother’s clutches, I was ready to act on my feelings for the man who had previously been off limits.
While Mom was comfortably ensconced in the house she’d gotten after divorcing my father, Rory took a job over an hour away. I’d been to his apartment, which wasn’t much larger than mine, a couple of times before. Always, he’d seemed delighted to see me, though he still treated me like the stepdaughter I no longer was.
As I now tapped out a reply on my phone, I decided to tell a little fib. Just hanging out with some friends, nothing special. Before I could lose my nerve, I added, I miss you.
I miss you, too, Talia, Rory responded. I hope we can get together soon.
My smile morphed into a grin. “Oh, we’ll be getting together very soon,” I whispered.
Once I left work that Friday afternoon, I stopped at the bakery to pick up the cake I’d ordered. It was chocolate ganache, Rory’s favorite. Then I went home and started to get ready. I spent plenty of time in the shower, shaving my skin smooth. Afterward, I moisturized like crazy and painstakingly styled my hair. I was normally too critical of my appearance, but even I had to admit my long, brown locks looked fantastic, tumbling down my back in waves.
My figure was voluptuous, and the dress I’d bought for this very occasion—wine-colored, with a revealing neckline—accentuated my curves. Beneath it, I wore a lacy black bra and panties, along with black thigh-high stockings. Black heels added several inches to my otherwise short stature.
Regarding myself in the mirror, I was well aware that I’d chosen a “fuck me” outfit. But once I arrived at Rory’s place that night, I figured there was no point in hiding my motive for showing up unannounced.
Despite my nerves, I managed to eat a plain turkey sandwich for dinner. Before heading out, I applied lipstick that perfectly matched my dress. During the drive, I refused to let myself imagine Rory’s reaction to me appearing at his door. If I started dwelling on what might go wrong, I’d end up turning the car around. Instead, I sang along to some of my favorite music.
The journey to his apartment seemed endless, but once I finally pulled into the lot in front of his building, I took a moment to calm my nerves. As I grabbed my purse and the bakery box, I prayed he hadn’t also lied about his plans for the evening. What if he wasn’t alone?
Standing at his door, I drew in a deep, steadying breath, then rang the bell. To my immense relief, he promptly answered. He must have looked through the peephole first, because he wore a huge smile while greeting me.
“Talia, it’s wonderful to see you!” he said. “Come on in!”
As soon as I was within reach, Rory slipped an arm around my shoulders and gave me a side hug. His heavy front door swung shut behind us, blocking out the night’s chill. I’d felt that cool air on my legs as I approached his apartment; it served to remind me just how short my dress was.
“To what do I owe this honor?” His gaze swept over my outfit. “My, you look beautiful. You must have big plans for the night.”
“I do,” I replied, flashing my most alluring smile. “With you.” Offering him the box I held, I added, “I figured you’ve already eaten dinner, so I brought dessert.”
He raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. As we walked through his living room, where the television was on at a low volume, and into the kitchen, I sneaked glances his way. It had been far too long since I’d last seen him. I loved his dark, wavy hair and brilliant blue eyes. Tonight, he wore jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. He had a lean frame which hinted at his strength.
Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Rory opened it and released an appreciative sigh. “You are an absolute angel. I can’t believe you remembered how much I love this.” Giving me a conspiratorial wink, he said, “Juliette would be furious.”
I tried not to grimace at the mention of my mother. “She’ll never know I was here.”
I was beyond pleased when Rory opened a bottle of wine for us to share. He wouldn’t be offering me alcohol if my staying the night was out of the question. I noticed he was generous in filling my glass with the Cabernet, and he was equally generous with the slice of cake he carved out for me.
As we sat at his table, I couldn’t help but grin at the sight of him taking his first bite.
“Oh, this is divine!” he moaned. “Thank you so much, Talia.” His stare briefly dropped to my cleavage before returning to my face. Already, the dress was doing its job, drawing his attention to my tits. I’d always worried Rory wouldn’t find me attractive, since my body was so different from my mother’s. She was quite thin, her beauty severe. But Rory apparently enjoyed a more luscious figure, too.
We made small talk while enjoying the cake. Though his smile was as gorgeous as ever, I sensed the sadness behind it. At one time, he’d considered my mother the love of his life. Now he was single again, forced to start over. Had he given up on love altogether? I could only hope not.
When Rory offered me more wine, I politely declined. I didn’t mind taking the edge off, but the last thing I wanted was to be sloppy drunk. Meanwhile, he helped himself to another glass and polished off his cake.
“That was wonderful,” he said with a satisfied grin. “And it really is great to see you, sweetheart.”
Now was the time, I told myself. I was so nervous that my knees threatened to knock together as I stood, but I was determined to follow through on my desires.
“You’re not full, are you?” I asked Rory in a deceptively innocent tone. “Don’t you want more dessert?”
“Oh, I couldn’t,” he began, but whatever he saw in my expression made him fall silent. He sat up straighter, appearing far more alert when I moved around the table and then pushed his plate and wineglass out of the way. As if sensing my intentions, he eased his chair back to give me more room.
I heard his surprised gasp when I hopped onto the table in front of him. My dress rode up my thighs, threatening to reveal the tops of my stockings.
“Talia, what…” Again, his voice trailed off; he seemed at a complete loss as to how to react. Still, his stare remained fixed on my thighs.
Teasingly, I lifted my dress even higher. “Don’t you want a taste?” My nervousness made me a little breathless, and I hoped he didn’t notice me trembling.
His gaze moved up my body to my face. “Talia, I think you’re absolutely beautiful, and you mean so much to me. But we can’t do this.”
I was now flashing my panties. “We can,” I quietly insisted. “You’re a single man, and I’m a single woman.”
“And I was married to your mother.” Rubbing his chin, he appeared almost distraught in trying to resist the temptation I’d placed before him.
I spread my legs wider. “You’re not now. Are you saying you’ve never thought about kissing me? About touching me?”
His helpless groan made it obvious that he’d thought about it. Slowly, he climbed to his feet, then cupped my face in his hands. “You’re so young.”
“I’m twenty-three,” I argued. “And I want you, Rory.”
He briefly closed his eyes. I sensed him trying to muster up a scrap of self-restraint. “I want you, too, but—”
Expecting more excuses, I prepared to counter each one. But instead of speaking, Rory opened his eyes and met my stare.
He stunned me by pressing his mouth to mine. There was such a hunger in that kiss, which tasted of chocolate and wine. Moaning, I eagerly returned it. Our tongues met, ratcheting up the fierce need between us. In practically no time at all, the man had gotten me wet. My body was so ready for this. For him.
Finally, he broke the kiss, and I clung to him, reluctant to let go. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I whispered, hoping to urge him on.
Rory pulled back, his hands still cradling my face. “Don’t do that,” he said gently. “Don’t make this into something dirty.”
Now I was the one recoiling, as though I’d been slapped. “I’m not,” I protested. “I’d never call my biological father Daddy.” I wouldn’t allow my thoughts to linger on the man who’d been absent from my life for so long. “Calling you that is my way of expressing my affection for you.”
His gaze softened. “I’m sorry, Talia. It’s just that I’ve tried to behave toward you in a fatherly manner since we first met.”
“But you’re not my father. You have no obligation to me.”
“Don’t I?” He stroked my hair, offering a tender smile. “I care about you.”
“Then let me care for you.” Clasping his hand in mine, I grazed his palm with my lips.
My persistence seemed to chase the doubt from his mind, for he kissed me again, even more passionately this time. I tried to wrap my legs around him; I would have happily let him fuck me right there on that table.
But he had other plans. Sinking back into his chair, he pulled me closer so that my ass was almost at the table’s edge. Like a man who’d shaken off his inhibitions, he lifted my dress higher and higher. We were both breathing faster. When he planted a kiss on my bare thigh, just above my stocking, I felt a jolt of hot lust shudder through me.
Once the skirt of my dress was bunched around my waist, Rory buried his face between my legs. I let out a cry as he nuzzled the crotch of my panties, then pulled the saturated fabric aside to expose my pussy. I tried to slow my breathing, and to subdue the pounding of my heart, but when Rory extended his tongue and gave my folds a tantalizing lick, I practically swooned.
His smile made clear how much he enjoyed my reaction. “I have a new favorite dessert,” he murmured, his breath warm on my skin.
Biting my lip, I barely managed to suppress a whimper as he reached to lower my panties. I braced my hands against the table in order to slightly lift my hips, which made his task easier. He quickly removed my underwear, along with my heels.
This wouldn’t take long, I realized. This man would bring me to climax in no time. I’d never been so aroused, so primed for an orgasm. My mind recalled the many occasions during which I’d masturbated while imagining Rory going down on me.
Again, he brought his mouth to my slick sex. My muscles slackened from the unadulterated pleasure his tongue delivered. “Oh, my God!” I said in a voice so guttural that I didn’t recognize it. Gazing downward, I watched him frame my clit with his fingers. He began working his tongue against my tender flesh, slowly at first and then faster as I writhed.
It astonished me, the way Rory intuited what excited me most. He was completely tuned in to my every response, and I was certain he noticed my thighs quivering. His mouth seemed tireless, able to stimulate my clit in wildly different ways.
At one point, I was so worked up that I grabbed his hair and started grinding my pussy against his face. My legs, spread wide, were shaking uncontrollably. “I’m close!” I choked out.
He slid two fingers inside me then. Unlike numerous other guys I’d been intimate with in the past, Rory didn’t ram them in and out in an effort to make me come. Instead, his rhythm was tender, encouraging my pussy to clench around those long, slender digits.
I let out a shriek just before the climax seized me. I felt that delicious stretch of my muscles as the ecstasy rippled all the way down to my curled toes. “Rory, oh fuck!”
His tongue slowed but didn’t stop, not until he’d coaxed forth every tremor of pleasure from my body. I was still trying to catch my breath when he stood and kissed me. His mouth was hard on mine, betraying his own need. This is it! I thought. He’s mine now!
I dared to slip a hand between us and stroke his cock through his jeans. He felt hard and ready to take me.
Yet he withdrew, looking slightly dazed from the weight of his lust. “We should probably slow down.”
“No, we shouldn’t,” I immediately responded.
Though my juices coated the trace of stubble on his chin, he didn’t bother to wipe his face. “We’ve both had a lot to drink,” he went on.
I’d had one glass, and he hadn’t finished his second. Neither of us was anywhere near drunk. Still, I easily sensed the turmoil within him. Most men would have been balls deep inside me by that point. Rory, however, was afraid of taking things too far.
I understood with a startling clarity just how much he cared for me. If I hadn’t meant anything to him, he could have satisfied himself with a fuck and then sent me on my way. After all, I’d pointed out that he had no obligation to me now.
But he did care for me, maybe far more than I’d ever realized. He didn’t want to risk losing me. I needed to show him he had nothing to fear, and I wouldn’t do that by pushing.
Again, Rory hugged me, his hands sliding over my back. “It’s late,” he said softly.
For a moment, I was afraid he would suggest that I leave, but then he planted a kiss on my forehead. My scent was all over him. “I want you to stay,” he continued. “I don’t have a spare room here, but my bed’s plenty comfortable.”
Smiling, I whispered, “I’d like that.”
Rory looked a bit sheepish while retrieving my panties and offering them to me. Shaking my head, I told him, “As you know, those are really wet. I’ll just go without.”
He gazed down at the skimpy undergarment in his hand, then flashed his own smile. “I can’t promise you’ll get these back.”
A little later, after he’d locked the front door and turned off the lights and television, and after I’d made a quick trip to the bathroom in order to freshen up, we lay in his bed. The darkness of the room was diminished only by the streetlight on the other side of his window, for the curtain couldn’t block out the illumination entirely. Still, the shadows were deep enough to mostly conceal us from each other.
Though I was naked from the waist down, I kept my bra on, uncomfortable as it was. Rory had stripped down to his boxers. As we lay on our sides, I was the little spoon in our embrace, while he nestled against my back, with his arm securely around me.
“Thank you so much for tonight, Talia,” he said.
I closed my eyes, my heart surging at the emotion I heard in his words. He meant what he said; he was glad I was here.
“And thank you,” he added, the grin evident in his voice, “for the best dessert I’ve ever had.”
That made me erupt into giggles, and he was soon laughing with me. It was so easy with him, I realized. It didn’t matter that he was twenty years older, or that he’d once been married to my mother. Rory made me feel things I’d only dreamed of experiencing.
Despite my excitement, I finally managed to doze off, just as he did. I wasn’t sure how long we slept, but when I opened my eyes, I discovered I’d wriggled out of his arms.
I heard his soft breathing. Even as I gingerly sat up and unclasped my bra, he remained still. Just inches from the man I so desperately desired, I couldn’t resist toying with my bare nipples. They were almost as responsive as my clit, and I fantasized about Rory taking one in his mouth.
Lust soon got the better of me, for I moved to straddle him, easing my body upon his.
Stirring awake, he let out a contented sigh, then whispered, “Talia?”
In answer, I leaned forward, with my right breast cupped in my hand. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough for me to discern the vague outline of his face. It took little effort for me to guide my hard nipple to his lips.
Rory immediately realized what I was doing; his moan was faint but unmistakable. This time, he made no attempt to resist. Instead, he parted his lips and drew my nipple into his mouth.
“Yes!” I said through my own moan. “That feels so good, Rory!”
His tongue sweeping over my skin brought back vivid memories of him eating my pussy earlier. He slid his left arm around me, while his right hand sought out my other breast. He seemed to delight in the weight of it.
Already wet again, I had no panties to soak up my fluids. Careful not to withdraw my tit from Rory’s mouth, I gently worked my pussy against his belly. His hand slid down to my ass while his lips continued their fervent suckling.
“I need you inside me,” I murmured.
That confession served to break the spell I’d woven over him. Even as I moved to pull down his boxers, he scooted away, angling his upper body toward the bedside table so he could turn on the lamp.
Soft light filled the room, making us both squint. I’d gotten his boxers down to his lower thighs, and my stare was instantly drawn to his erection.
I’d always been a fan of a well-proportioned cock, and Rory’s? Well, his was the most gorgeous I’d ever seen. I guessed it was about seven inches long, its girth substantial but not overwhelmingly so. My pussy actually ached to feel that mushroom tip slide deep inside.
While I was blatantly admiring his dick, his attention was focused on my breasts. He looked so enthralled that I couldn’t help but glance down at myself to determine what he found so compelling. Though large, my tits defied gravity for the most part. My nipples, pink as a tender wound, were also plenty large.
“How beautiful you are,” Rory said, his tone almost wistful. I feared he wouldn’t allow himself to touch me, and that I’d never be able to fully enjoy his cock.
But then he sat up and reached for me. I let him pull me onto his lap, with his erection nestled between us. Weaving his fingers through my hair, Rory gave me a deep kiss. His tongue grazed mine, drawing a needy moan from my throat.
When his lips traveled to my neck, I whispered, “Let me.”
Something about my plea seemed to drive him wild, for he lifted me off of him in order to hurriedly strip out of his boxers.
I slid my hand over his chest, delighting in the coarse hair covering his skin. After easing him back against the bed, I straddled him once more. My fingers circled around his shaft. With a sly grin, I slid his cockhead between my pussy lips.
“Baby, please!” he groaned.
Oh yes, he was definitely ready!
Positioning him at my entrance, I met his hot stare while slowly sinking down. My God, it was as if his dick was made for my pussy! Its every contour served to deliver maximum pleasure. “You feel amazing!” I cried.
Rory groaned even louder, lifting his head so he could watch me take every inch. “You’re so hot and tight,” he said in a strained voice. “You’re perfect, Talia.”
In the lamplight, I lifted my arms, which in turn lifted my breasts even higher. Rory gazed up at me, transfixed.
Then I began to ride him. His hands roamed over my skin, caressing my thighs. When his fingers sought out my clit, I moved faster, spurred on by his touch. My tits swayed and bounced while I glided along his length.
Intimately familiar with the stimulation that drove me into a frenzy, Rory massaged my clit, eager to make me come. I struggled to muffle my wails. “Fuck, I’m already close!”
“Let go,” he urged. “Come on my cock!”
The intensity in his stare, and in his voice, sent me into the throes of climax. The ferocity of my contractions must have caught him off guard, for he gasped, his breath hitching in his chest.
“Holy shit!” he rasped out.
For a moment, I had trouble staying upright, and he was quick to steady me. When I lowered myself upon him, his mouth claimed mine. I sensed he was glad for a temporary reprieve from my hard and fast fucking. Maybe he was closer than I realized.
But I couldn’t get enough, and I quickly resumed riding him. Even when his expression grew almost stricken, and he said, “Christ, I’m getting too close; you need to slow down, sweetheart!” I continued rocking my hips like a woman possessed.
Only after I came a second time, my body succumbing to another round of spasms, did my pace slow enough for Rory to again draw me to him. With his arms around me, he managed to roll us both over, keeping us joined as he lay on top of me.
“I’m trying to last for you,” he said between heavy breaths, “but you’re making that very difficult.”
Still reeling from my orgasm, I flashed a grin. “I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”
Buried deep inside me, Rory remained still as he whispered, “Do you know how many times I’ve stroked my cock while imagining you just like this?”
My eyes widened at his revelation. He’d harbored the same attraction for me, hiding it so well.
Until now.
I lay beneath him, with my legs high in the air. He planted his palms against the bed on either side of me, holding his body aloft. Then he began rolling his hips, driving himself into me with a rhythm so fluid and primal that I felt utterly consumed by our lovemaking.
Some people went their whole lives yearning for an experience as exquisite, as perfect, as this. And I’d found it with Rory. With the man I secretly and wholeheartedly loved.
When Rory’s eyes locked with mine, I sensed he could discern the whirlwind of emotions inside me. He gave me another kiss, this one a tender contrast to his powerful thrusts.
“Come, Talia!” he moaned against my lips. “Come for Daddy.”
With those words, Rory let me know I was his, and he was mine.
I couldn’t believe I was capable of such a fierce climax, right on the heels of those before it, but this one brought tears to my eyes. Through it all, I felt Rory’s cock swell even more inside me. Beneath my hands, he tensed.
Finally, he reached his own release, fighting back a shout as a shudder traveled through his body. The sensation of him pulsing within my pussy provoked a series of orgasmic aftershocks.
“My God!” Rory panted. Completely spent, he lay upon me, and I smoothed his hair back from his face. His scent, familiar yet intoxicating, mingled with my own. A blissful smile formed on my lips as I held him.
When he spoke again, his voice was low and soft. “Juliette will be furious.”
My smile faded; I couldn’t bring myself to reply.
But I didn’t have to. Rory lifted his head, his gaze full of tenderness as he went on. “Because there’s no hiding the fact that I’m in love with her daughter.”
