She makes a sound of frustration. “Stop making it about the competit—”
I shove the vibrator up between her legs, angling the tip of the curve so it’s delivering pulsations directly to her clit. And maybe I should have anticipated her screaming, but I didn’t. I have no choice but to stamp my mouth down over the top of hers and absorb her taste into my bloodstream. Fuck oh fuck. I’m kissing Margot. I’m so immediately consumed by the mint and alcohol taste of her mouth that I growl like a broken beast and give her my tongue, desperate for more, my hand between her thighs working the vibrator up and back. Sliding it through the dripping wet folds of her sex, stopping each time at the apex of her slit to massage that slick, swollen bundle of nerves.
“Everett,” she moans when I break the kiss to let her breathe. “More. More. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
That confession is like jumper cables being plugged into my heart and turned onto the highest setting. She’s wanted me to kiss her? Holy shit. At the very least, the attraction goes both ways. On the heels of that elation, though, I force myself to calm down. Calm the fuck down. She wanted to be kissed. Meanwhile I want to dominate every aspect of her life. I want to feed her and bathe her and have her call me…
Daddy.
I want to be Margot’s Daddy so bad, I can no longer locate where the need ends and I begin. It’s quite simply a part of me. My fantasies have escalated lately to include pigtails and nightgowns and that coveted pop of her cherry. Giggling and secrets and teasing. I’ve never even thought about this kind of shit before. Never in my life. It’s her. She’s done this to me.
And she’s been dreaming of kisses. Probably has a little crush on her coach.
We’re on totally different pages.
I’ll ruin our relationship if I rip off my lid and show her the predator lurking underneath.
“Be a good girl and come on the vibrator.” For Daddy. “For coach.”
I start to kiss her again, because God, I can’t help it. But she rears back a little bit to avoid my mouth, scrutinizing me. And then she takes a deep breath and says, “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” I growl, grinding the device against her clit, making her whimper and writhe between me and the wall. “I bought it for you. I need you to get relief or I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Let me satisfy this pussy. Now.”
“No,” she says choppily, her lithe thighs dancing around my hand. “I refuse. I refuse to g-get relief. N-not unless you’re inside of me.”
“Margot,” I roar into her neck. “That can’t happen. I’m your coach. You’re too young. There’s a list of reasons I can’t…ah, sweetheart…why I can’t just push your legs apart and sink in up to my balls. No matter how bad I fucking want to.”
She pants against my throat, her hands now actively trying to push the vibrator away. “I won’t do it. I won’t!”
I bare my teeth against her ear. “Why?”
“Because you’re in denial about what this is. Or you’re holding back. Or something.” Her neck loses power and she moans, dropping her head back, giving me no choice but to take my tongue up the smooth column of her throat. “B-but you won’t be able to lie when you’re inside me. I don’t know how I know that, I just do.”
She’s right.
Jesus, she’s right.
If I was inside of Margot, there would be no tempering the storm inside of me. She’d know exactly how deep this obsession runs. And by that time, even if she was scared, it would be too late for me to stop. I would violate the trust we’ve worked so hard to build, every day for the last two years. “Stop holding back.” I work the vibrator at a new angle, making her hiss a breath, shoot up on her toes. “I can’t fuck you. I can’t.”
“I won’t tell my parents,” she gasps.
Christ, I almost spill my seed at that. It’s so tempting. To take her somewhere and set my lust free. Ride her every which way until the sun comes up. To harbor a secret between just us, the freedom to explore our unique bond without consequences. But she’s worth more than a relationship where she has to sneak around behind closed doors. Behind her parents’ backs. She’s worth everything this world has to offer and more. My Margot deserves to be acknowledged and treated with care and respect.
“No,” I rasp, pressing a button on the vibrator to increase the speed.
Her knees give out and I have to hold her up, my left arm secure around the small of her back, my right hand rocking the vibrator right where she needs it. “Yes,” she whispers shakily.
We’re arguing about sex. Me being inside of her.
She is actually holding out on her orgasm in protest.
Refusing to come unless it’s around my dick.
Panicked by what I’m tempted to do, I drop my forehead against the wall above her shoulder. “You need this, Margot. Take it.”
“I need you more,” she says so quietly, I wonder if I heard her incorrectly.
My heart booms in my chest, dangerous declarations wanting to spill out of my mouth. I love you. I love you. I fucking burn day and night for you. I’m on thin ice, so close to confessing my sick obsession it’s not even funny. Jesus, I could unzip my pants and have my cock inside her tight channel within seconds. She’s asking me for it. I’m insane to pass up this chance to bang her tight, little body against this wall with no repercussions. We’re in our own world here. In the dark, in this club, in this city so far from Austin. It would be like a naughty dream. But the beast would be loose after that and I’d ruin her life. The stalker she’s created would be out of the background and in her face all day. All night. She’d hate me. Resent me.
“Take your orgasm, Margot,” I grit through my teeth.
She looks me in the eye, her expression dazed. Aroused beyond belief. It must be costing her a hell of an effort to hold back. “Not until you’re inside me,” she pants.
My fingers act of their own accord. I’m desperate now to give her what she needs, that’s why. Wild in my eagerness for her to climax. She needs it. I give her what she needs, goddammit. So I keep the vibrator humming against her clit with my left hand. And I push the middle finger of my right hand up inside her snug pussy, kissing her sweet mouth while I work the digit in and out. “I’m inside you now, sweetheart. Make my fingers drip.”
“Th-this isn’t what I meant.” Her teeth are beginning to chatter, her pussy giving off tiny pulsations. She’s on the edge. “Oh! Everett.”
Something comes over me. Something dark that’s been boiling just beneath my surface. She’s so tight and perfect around my finger that my control slips. “You call me Daddy while that little-ass cunt is clenching around my knuckle, understand?”
Her gasp drags me out of the darkness.
I find Margot blinking up at me, confused and curious and…horrified?
I can’t tell. She should be horrified. Did I really just say that out loud.
Before I can find a way to smooth over my mistake, she’s pushing away my hand. Stumbling out from between me and the wall. “I want to go home,” she says, breathing hard, her cheeks painted red. “N-now, please.”