She swivels her palm over my balls and slides her hand back up, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Tell me, Daddy. Tell me how much you like that.”
Holy shit. “That’s really good, sweetie,” I manage, my eyes rolling back in my head. “You’re making Daddy feel really good.” My own words threaten to send me over the edge. “You’re such a good girl.”
“Yes.” I can hear the smile in her words. “You like that, don’t you? I knew you would. You’re a dirty daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I huff. “Yes.” Fuck, I’m going to come already. I’m going to come too fast.
“We could do this regularly if you wanted, Daddy. If you wanted a little girl to play with. I could be your little girl as a long-term thing.”
I’m right on the edge, a hair’s breath away from coming, when I feel my release ebb away, just out of reach.
No, I think desperately. No-come back.
“No,” I breathe out loud. Fuck no, I can feel my orgasm receding and I need it so bad. My cock is starting to soften. I was so close.
“No?” she asks, her tone radically different, sharper and less velvet. “What do you mean?” Her hand stops moving.
“No, I mean…” I blow out a frustrated breath as my dick becomes noticeably soft. “Fuck. I don’t know what happened. I was so close.”
She sighs, and pulls her hands out of my pants. “Was it the words long-term thing or regularly that killed it for you?”
Now it’s my turn to sigh. “No,” I say, “it’s not that.” Then, “I don’t know. Maybe a little. Sorry. I think I just got in my head a bit.”
The truth is, Cynthia’s commentary has got me thinking way too much about my stepdaughter-thoughts that are making me feel guilty and confused.
She bats thick fake eyelashes at me. “About what? What is it?”
“I think…” I take a long breath. “I think we need to slow down, Cynthia. Sorry. I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“What? Are you serious? Now? This didn’t occur to you until my hand was down your pants?”
“I’m sorry.” Fuck. “I’m really so sorry. I think I just got carried away and I wasn’t really thinking straight.”
“Yeah,” she scoffs, climbing back over the console to the passenger seat. “That Daddy talk really got you from zero to sixty, huh? Couldn’t think straight until I ruined it?”
“Cynthia,” I reach for her arm and touch it lightly. She looks petulant and hurt. “I’m so sorry. You’re a beautiful woman-”
“But you don’t want to fuck me,” she interrupts me, crossing her arms over her chest and pursing her lips. “Or date me.”
“You deserve better than first-date sex in a parking lot,” I try, but she scoffs. “We have to work together every day, and you’re young. Really young. I’m forty.” I sigh. “I think I’ve made a big mess of this. I’m sorry.”
This doesn’t feel good. “I just think we’re moving a little fast,” I add, lamely.
She lifts an eyebrow. “Did I go too far? You got really hard when I called you Daddy.”
“No,” I answer emphatically. “Not too far. That was…really sexy. I don’t know. I guess that got me in my head a little bit, too, because of our age difference.”
Because you can’t be my little girl. Because I already have one.
She doesn’t say anything else, so I start the car and pull out of the parking lot. She gives me directions, but otherwise we drive in silence until I turn onto her street.
“It’s fine, you know,” she says. “To be honest, I don’t think you’re old enough for me.”
My eyebrows jump up in surprise. “Not old enough?”
She indicates with her hand and I pull up in front of a small tidy home with a white picket fence.
“I’m just looking for someone to have fun with, Mr. Rochat.”
I cringe at her use of my last name-a deliberate formality.
“If you ever just want to have fun,” she continues, opening the car door. “Just give me a call.”
She closes the door before I have a chance to respond and I watch her open the fence and walk up towards the front door. The front window curtain parts and an old man looks out, first at Cynthia, then over at me.
He’s looking at me the way I look at Kye. The protective-dad look. I know it well.
It’s been a long time since a father gave me the hairy eyeball. I turn the ignition and drive off before she’s reached the front door.