Thankfully, David began telling Daniel about his new product line, and I managed to stay focused on the conversation and ignore the family portrait above the buffet table across the room.
I didn’t need to look at her picture to remember her. She’d visited my dreams more than I cared to admit. Most women came and went, and I had no doubt Olivia would have been the same if I hadn’t been constantly faced with my mistake, each time I saw my best friend. At least, that’s what I reasoned why I dreamt of her blonde hair in my fist as I fucked her from behind.
Thank God, I didn’t have to be faced directly with the source. One small blessing for the night.
As if God was laughing at me for speaking too soon, the front door opened and slammed.
“Hey,” an all too familiar voice called through the doorway. “Sorry, I’m late. Plans changed, and I figured I’d come home to see…” her voice faded off when she came into the room, her eyes landing directly on me. “Everyone,” she barely finished with a whisper.
God, I forgot how blue her eyes were. I forgot how vibrant she was with her blonde hair and youth. She looked so much younger standing there in her black leggings and oversized sweater that fell to her fingers. Almost like she could still be a high school student.
I had to look away when even that last thought didn’t stop my dick from twitching under the table. Because no matter what she looked like standing there, my mind and body remembered how much of a woman she was.
“This hotel room is massive,” Olivia said, awe tinging her voice as she stared around the room.
I stared at her back—so much bared skin, I didn’t know where to start. My cock ached even though I had only come not even an hour before. All I could think about was rutting against her like an animal. And while I had plans to use her tonight in ways her nineteen-year-old body had probably never been used, I wanted to ease her into it—give her at least three more orgasms before I buried myself inside her again. To do that, I needed to come again—to ease the throbbing begging me to fuck her.
She turned to me—still standing by the door, my hands in my pockets—with a wide smile, her blue eyes sparkling under the chandelier. I didn’t return the smile. Instead, I held her stare and prowled toward her. “On your knees.”
“Wha-what?” she stuttered, her smile falling.
“I know what it feels like inside that tight cunt, now I want to know what it feels like in your throat.” She swallowed, and it had the throbbing pounding harder, a primal beat thundering through me. “Now, get on your knees.”
Her tongue slicked out, and I couldn’t stop the moan as I watched her nibble her full lips as she sank to the floor.
I stood right in front of her, her large doe eyes staring up at me with heat and innocence. Holding her stare, I began undoing my pants, the clank of my buckle echoing in the tiled room. She didn’t look away when she heard my zipper. She didn’t look away when she heard the rustle of my pants opening enough to free my length. She didn’t even look away when I used the head of my cock to paint her full lips with my pre-cum oozing from the slit.
With one hand around my shaft, the other dug into her hair, fisting it tight. I yanked her head back and held my dick at her lips. She opened on cue, but my cruel grip in her hair prevented her from moving to suck me into her mouth. I stretched out the anticipation as long as I could stand it. Finally, I began easing between her lips and slowly slid inside her mouth, not stopping even when I hit her gag reflex. “All the way to the back,” I ordered, pushing into her throat.
“Olivia,” Julia’s happy voice broke me from my memory to find my hand clenched around the fork and knife with a white-knuckled grip. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“Umm,” her eyes kept flicking to me as she tried to form words to respond. “I thought dinner with family trumped what I had planned.”
“Of course, it does.” Julia stood to grab Olivia a plate and utensils and set them up next to her—right across from me.
Olivia sat slowly, barely taking her eyes off me like I had a gun pointed to her head, and if she moved too fast, I’d shoot her.
“Hey, pumpkin,” David greeted her.
“Hey, Daddy.”
Each greeting was like a punch to the gut. In the moment of that night, our age difference and the fact that she was my best friend’s niece had seemed inconsequential. Hearing her be called pumpkin and her using the word daddy—not for me—had me feeling like an old man, preying on the innocence of the world.
“Olivia,” Daniel said. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought a friend for dinner?”
Her eyes finally jerked away from me, probably realizing Daniel’s hesitant tone was due to her reaction since she saw me upon walking in. “Of course, not,” she said perkier than seemed natural.
“Where are my manners?” Julia admonished herself. “You two haven’t even met yet. Olivia, this is Alexander. Alexander, this is Olivia, our baby girl.”
Olivia’s lips pinched a little. “Alexander?” she asked slowly.
I gave the most neutral smile I could conjure and gave a slight nod. “Alexander Kent.”
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Holy. Freaking. Shit.
Ohmysweetmothermaryjosephgodalmightyfuck.
Those were the only words rolling through my head, and I had to clamp my jaw shut to keep them from tumbling out. What did I say? Acknowledge we’d met? No, that wouldn’t work because then they’d want to know where. What did he want me to say? Did he want me to pretend we’d never met?
When my mom nudged me under the table, I realized I’d been silent for too long and went with the easiest response I could muster.
“It’s nice to meet you, Alexander.” I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to from enunciating his name.
He’d told me his name was Kent. He’d told me a lot of things that night.
Suck my cock.
Swallow my cum.
Bend over.
Take more.
Scream for me.
But not once did he say his name was Alexander.
“Please,” he said, his deep voice rippling over my skin. “Call me, Kent.”
I could barely meet his dark eyes without my body trembling with remembered pleasure. But somehow, I managed to hold them, I managed to remain calm under them, despite the intense heat. I swallowed, becoming lost in memories of staring up at him as he moved inside me. The moment stretched and tightened, and I was sure it screamed at everyone in the room.
“Oh.” Way to sound eloquent, Olivia. “Uncle Daniel, you never mentioned him.” How the hell had I missed this connection.
“Sure, I did. He’s the business partner I always talk about—maybe I never actually said his name. Kent owns the other half of Voyeur. Your mom usually shuts down all conversation before I can get very far.”
A manic laugh bubbled up my throat, but I choked it down. “Huh.” More eloquence spewing from my lips.
“That’s enough of that talk,” Mom stepped in as usual. She tried to shield me from Daniel’s illicit club as much as possible. It was a hollow effort at best since I already knew everything there was to know.
“I started calling him Kent in college, and it stuck,” Daniel said.