Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,31
back to Jensen. “That’s wonderful, love. He’s a lucky guy.”
“Excuse me while I go shoot myself in the shower. Don’t worry, no clean up needed. I’ll leave the water running.” I pushed away from the table.
My father rolled his eyes. “So dramatic, this one. Maybe you should be a little more like Jensen and then you’d have a boyfriend.”
“Sure sure. I’ll get right on that.” I picked up my coffee and took it with me, wanting to throw myself out the window.
Voices drifted to me from the kitchen.
“Don’t know what his issue is?” my mother said.
“He needs to get over that dude he was dating. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” my dad said and I legit cringed.
“He’s so crude. But he’s not wrong,” my mother said.
“Sometimes crude is best.” Jensen was trying not to laugh. I could hear it in his voice. He was going to pay so hard. I didn’t know how but I was going to make his life hell. Even at my own downfall.
It was never going to end.
“What are you doing?”
I looked up from my phone to find Jensen standing in my doorway. “Looking for a flight I can book to leave here today.”
His brows rose and he leaned against the doorframe. “Where were you thinking of going?”
“Someplace warm where no one knows my name.”
“Smart. So smart. Runaway from your problems. I haven’t heard that before.” He pushed off the door and crossed the room.
I tossed my phone to my bed and sighed. “Mean.”
He slid a knuckle down my chest. “But do you deserve it?”
“Not even a little. I am perfect.”
He rolled his eyes. “Sure, Prince.”
I crossed my arms. “I should get dressed and deal with them.”
“Yes, you should. And I should go home and get some fresh clothes so they don’t ask questions about why I’m here in rumpled clothes.”
“They clearly won’t notice anything beyond you being perfect and me being an asshole.”
He held up his thumb and first finger slightly apart. “That’s your fault. At least a bit.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t.”
“Go shower.” He pressed his lips to my cheek. “I’ll see you for dinner.”
“Are you invited?” I grabbed his cock.
He glanced between us. “I invited myself to torture you.”
“Of course you did.” I squeezed and jacked him off through his pants. “I think I’ll tease you the whole time under the table as retribution.”
He grabbed my wrist and twisted, removing my hand from his cock. “Remember for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
I fought his hold. “I look forward to the battle of wills.” I was terrified but I wasn’t about to back down.
He released me and stood back to adjust.
“Unless you want to give me something to remember you by?” I dropped to my knees.
“I don’t think your behavior this morning has earned it.”
My mouth hung open and I put my hands down and crawled towards him. Every time I got close he took a step back, mirroring my pace until his back hit the wall.
“Let me take care of you before you leave.” I parted my lips and presented my tongue.
He put a foot on my shoulder, keeping me where I was. “We will not leave this room if you start.”
“I don’t see the downside.” I slid a hand up the inside of his thigh, grabbing his cock again.
He let his head drop backward hitting the wall and I was sure I won. I pushed against his foot, but it wouldn’t let up, so I started to open his pants.
He groaned as my fingers wrapped around his thickness. I salivated, wanting him in my mouth so bad.
“Do you want your parents to hear us?” He groaned between his teeth.
“They won’t.” There was a chance they would, but I didn’t care at this moment. That was a problem for future Aiden.
“Yes, they will.” He started to let in on his foot, and I seized the opportunity diving at him, getting my lips to his groin.
He gasped, grabbing a handful of my hair. I braced, sure he was going to try and pull me off. But he let me take his tip into my mouth. I took full advantage and bobbed over him, massaging his head with my tongue, smirking to myself.
There was going to be a massive punishment for not listening but again those were future Aiden problems.
I was getting into my rhythm when he yanked me off and to my feet. My scalp burned and it had me more turned