Naughty or Nice?

4. Kendall

CHAPTER 4

Kendall

If you’d asked me even yesterday if I could ever kiss the father of my ex-boyfriend, I would’ve looked at you like you were crazy.

I would’ve laughed as if you’d told me something not only stupid, but something impossible .

I. Would. Never.

At least, that’s what I used to think before it actually happened.

Nicholas kisses me on the mouth and I let him. I welcome his lips on mine as a chemical draw I can’t explain swirls around us and we find ourselves incapable of resisting each other.

The alcohol has lowered our defenses. It’s erased our inhibitions and freed our desires.

We’ve spent the night until now enjoying each other’s company, dancing around the mutual attraction.

Nicholas’s kisses are what I’d imagine them to be—they’re assertive yet slow and nuanced. His lips are firm yet soft, his beard thick and coarse against my skin. He kisses in a way that makes his attraction known. It’s a palpable feeling that consumes me and makes my pulse beat wildly in my veins.

I plant a hand on his chest and feel his doing the same. His heart’s thundering beneath his cavernous chest.

Yet he stands so still, so solidly against me that he feels immovable.

He’s the support I need as my knees shake and my bones feel like they’re melting.

The angle of our kiss shifts and our lips part for tongue. We fall into a rhythm driven by heated passion. His tongue strokes mine only for mine to follow his lead. Our pace is so slow and unhurried, which makes the moment even more erotic.

It makes my insides flutter in anticipation.

A part of me I’ve recently only reserved for Nate comes alive.

Sexual desire that quickly flames over me and has me panting as Nicholas kisses me again and again.

When I try to have some semblance of decency to pull away, he grabs me by the side of my neck and crushes his lips back to mine. He eases me up against the wood-paneled wall, an arm planted to cage me in.

My mind goes fuzzy. All thoughts fade away.

All I can do is savor the feel of his lips and tongue. He sucks at my jaw and grips my waist, and I part my legs, half-straddling one of his thighs. My fingers slide up the nape of his neck into his shock of white strands, dragging my nails against his scalp.

He growls against my lips and hoists me up off the floor.

Neither of us seem to recognize what the hell we’re about to do. Though we’re distantly aware where this will lead. But it’s the ramifications that escape us.

The aftermath that will be waiting for us once this heated moment of passion ends.

Nicholas pins me against the wall and kisses me like no other man has ever kissed me before. Damn sure not Nate.

Any sexy moments between me and my ex-fiancé feel decidedly tame and vanilla compared to this moment.

Compared to Nicholas running his tongue along the arc of my neck and then biting at the soft flesh he finds there.

I moan and quiver in his arms, notching my legs about his waist and gyrating against him.

I’m hot and flushed and throbbing down below. My pussy’s begging like she’s never been pleasured before. I’m practically salivating at the thought of what it would feel like to be filled by my ex’s father’s dick.

Which sounds crazy as hell.

Yet so fucking hot at the same time.

“You wet for me, darling?” he husks out between kisses on my neck.

My sweater dress has ridden up my hips and thighs. Only my tights and panties serve as a barrier from the wetness he’s mentioned.

The moisture that’s gathered there. That I feel soaking the fabric of my panties.

…wait, what the hell are you about to do, Kendall? Are you seriously turned on right now?

He’s Nate’s father! WALK AWAY!

I’m breathing heavily as I push at Nicholas’s chest and shake my head. “I need… I need space. I need a moment.”

My legs drop from around his waist, and I wobble on my feet. Almost like I don’t know how to properly stand.

But I’m not the only one in need of a few seconds to recollect myself.

If my breaths are coming hard, Nicholas’s are deep and beastly. He gives a nod and rests a hand against the wall, hanging his head as if he’s barely able to hold back.

I slip out from under him and dart toward the bar counter.

I need a drink.

A theme of this night if there ever was one.

Without asking, I wander behind the bar counter and reach for one of the bottles of whiskey on the lower shelves. Shot glass in hand, I pour myself one and then two shots that I quickly toss back. The liquor burns on its way down my throat, but damn if it doesn’t give me what I need in the moment.

Strange clarity even as I stand tipsy and flustered.

I kissed my ex-fiancé’s father, and even worse, I liked it. I want more.

Nicholas watches me from across the bar. His hazel eyes are no longer twinkling like I’ve come to expect. Instead they’ve darkened to an almost forest-green shade. Hunger pools inside them as he tracks my hand bringing the shot glass to my lips.

He’s never looked sexier. His jaw’s squared, framed by his grizzled white beard. His once neat hair tucked behind his ears has fallen partially in his face. Every deep breath he draws causes his broad chest to heave, the red flannel shirt he wears adding to his masculine appeal.

“Lay on the counter,” he commands into the silence.

“What…?” I choke out in a laugh. I’ve started pouring a third shot.

“You heard me, darling. Lay down on the counter.”

He starts toward me in a stride that exudes confidence and certainty. He’s in control of the moment, and I’m willing to let him be.

Puzzled yet intrigued, I do as he says. I hop onto the bar counter and then lay back ’til I’m sprawling on top of the sleek wooden surface. I’m left to stare up at The Tavern’s ceiling strung with more bright Christmas lights as Nicholas stops in front of me and then drops a kiss on my lips.

His hands reach for the hem of my sweater dress and he tugs it up over my hips. He pulls until the clingy wool fabric is above my navel.

Cold air hits my stomach and makes me shudder.

“I need a shot myself,” he admits, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. “But I want to taste you even more.”

A gasp catches in my throat as he proceeds to pour whiskey into my belly button and then sucks it off. His mouth feels so damn good that my eyes snap shut and a shot of pleasure darts through me.

“Mmmm, that’s the good stuff,” he groans, licking at my stomach. His warm tongue glides slowly over my brown skin in the best kind of torture. When the first drops of whiskey are licked up, he pours some more that he promptly sucks off. The suction feels even better, taking my mind to dirty places.

Every move of his is gradual and methodical, like he recognizes how he’s turning me on with each touch. His hands squeeze at my torso, at the sides of my stomach, before they travel up toward my breasts.

I writhe in response, his palms smoothing over the swells of flesh.

Though I’m still dressed, his hands feel amazing. His touch feels like fire burning me up.

Eventually, he winds up on my mouth, taking my lips in another hot kiss.

I can only moan. I can only sink into all the sensations he’s bringing me.

This passion that’s rolling over us. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with Nate.

Nicholas knows how to seduce a woman. He knows how to handle one.

He kisses me just right. His tongue plays with mine. His hands explore my body and then stroke my face. He growls praise at me, telling me how sexy I look on his bar counter.

“He didn’t know what he was giving up,” he says, sending sparks down my spine. He kisses me even harder. “But I do. I know what a mistake it was. And I’ll be damned if I don’t make it up to you.”

“Yes…” I pant. “Please do…”

“Please what, darling? Tell me.”

“Please make it up to me… ohhh… just like this. Make me… make me… OH! Make me come.”

“Be careful what you ask for, darling,” he grunts, squeezing my hips. “I’ll make it happen.”

“I want your dick. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by my ex’s father.”

They’re filthy, shameful words that should make me cringe the second I utter them. Yet in the moment, all I care about is the fact that Nicholas has vowed to make my wants come true. He’s kissing and fondling me and making my pussy pulse.

He releases his rumbliest growl yet at my request and then wrenches me off the counter.

I’m dizzy, the room spinning as Nicholas sets me down and then whips me around. I’m pressed up against the counter, caged in by his thick arms on either side. He kisses the side of my neck and kicks my legs open.

“You want to feel my dick, darling?” he asks. “Tell me it’s what you fucking want. You want to feel my huge dick in that little wet pussy. She’s wet, right? All for me.”

“Mmmm, yes,” I answer, licking my lips. “I can feel myself dripping.”

He nips at my neck and then shoves down my tights. His hand slips inside my panties and cups my sex. “I love a creamy pussy. There’s nothing that turns me on more.”

I shudder as he rubs the base of his palm against my pussy. My arousal spreads, slicking his hand. Coating his fingers.

“Fuck, you really are wet, aren’t you, darling? Ready for my dick?”

“Oh… yes. Yes!” I scream, listening to the clang of his belt and then feeling the prod of his dick as he lines himself up.

He pushes me down against the bar counter, his hand clamped firmly on my shoulder. His touch has gone from gentle like it’d been only last night to rough and assertive. Commanding touches that turn me on even more.

I arch my back when he pushes into me.

Nicholas wasn’t exaggerating. He’s thick. The thickest man I’ve ever had.

As his dick slides into me, my pussy walls ache, stretching to fit him. But it’s a good ache, the kind of fullness I’ve been craving.

The kind of fullness Nate’s never brought me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and moan. My nails sink into the wood of the bar counter, and I can feel myself already coming undone. I’m already about to break apart in ways I never have before.

Nicholas grips me by the hips, his breathing ragged and hot on my skin. He draws back and then slams forward. He sinks in all over again and rips the air from my lungs.

My pussy clenches around his dick as he begins thrusting into me. Each one comes hard and fast. Each one makes me claw at the counter and cry out at how intense it feels.

Nicholas himself is intense.

He’s gone from concerned father figure to sexy authoritarian that’s seized control.

That grips me up and fucks me hard.

Just like I need at a time like this. After the holiday I’ve had over the past twenty-four hours.

He really is making amends for what Nate’s done by bringing me untold levels of pleasure. My body sings from all the sensations as he fists his hand in my hair and tugs me back ’til I’m pressed up against him.

His hips move fast. Roughly.

He’s powerful, easily exerting himself over me.

My face glazes over, my orgasm close. Nicholas tunnels deep into my pussy ’til he’s bottoming out and I’m fluttering around him. He kisses the side of my neck and then cups my breasts, twisting my nipples, making me scream out.

The blips of pain balance the waves of pleasure as I’m finally sent over the edge. I come in the middle of his deep, powerful thrusts, and fall apart in his arms.

He fucks me through it. He bites my shoulder and his thrusts pick up, if at all possible. My body thrums with pleasure from head to toe as I arch into him and take his deep strokes into my gushing pussy.

The moment’s wild and carnal. The energy in the air hot and explosive.

I make claw marks in the bar counter. He leaves bruises on my hips and thighs. We kiss roughly on the mouth as he bucks against me and then comes with a roar. Hot liquid floods my insides and sets off a second little orgasm buzzing through me.

We roll straight into breathless shock in the moments to come.

Nicholas pulls out of me and then zips up his pants. I fumble with my dress to lower it back over my hips and thighs.

We avoid each other’s gazes, focusing on catching our breath.

“Darling,” he says finally. He reaches out to touch my shoulder.

But the high’s over. Though my body still rings with the residual effects of my orgasm, I’ve come to my senses. Even the tipsiness can no longer color the situation.

I had sex with Nate’s dad. I let him come inside me.

The shame is immediate and overwhelming.

“I need to go,” I mutter, flattening my hair with my hand.

“I’ll drive you?—”

“Thanks, but Uber is easier. It’s… it’s better.”

“Darling, can you hold on a second?—”

“The car will be here in a few. I’m going to wait outside.”

Before Nicholas can grab me by the arm, I sling my purse over my shoulder and rush for the door.