Chapter 5 The Wrong Man
Chapter 5
Nancy POV
Officially I had lost my mind!
There was no other logical explanation.
This was a man who had watched me grow up alongside her daughter.
A man who was twice my age, I literally ran away to avoid being with an aged man.
But damn he didn't look a day over thirty.
With his beautiful gray eyes, and cupid bow-shaped lips I would melt in his arms, Lord what I would let those fingers do to me…
SNAP out of it Nancy!!
I mentally slapped myself into the real world, it was disgusting to have thoughts like this over a man who was old enough to be my dad.
With a sigh, I plopped down on the bed staring at the ceiling still in my panties.
I expected it was Diana who had come to check on me but seeing it was her dad, I should have known better and locked the door.
But for some strange reason, I didn't. Worse, I even wanted him to come again.
I had never lusted after a man but the way his eyes had drank in my body, shining with admiration I couldn't help but wonder what went through his mind.
Did he feel the same attraction?
That wasn't possible.
He was a man, it was only reasonable that he would stare at a pair of boobs with longing eyes.
Absent-mindedly, I found my fingers trailing slow circles around my aeros. The tip of my nipple hardened, which sent a chill down my spine.
When I realized what I was doing I jumped out of the bed immediately.
This was becoming ridiculous.
I had to get Mr Jaxon out of my head, there was no way I could hook up with him.
So I decided to take a bath, taking off my panties and grabbing my towel from my things.
I stepped into the attached bathroom then I turned on the faucet. Waiting a minute until the water was steamy then I settled under the spray.
In a soothing motion, it dropped from my hair, down to my shoulders, my chest, my stomach.
For a second my mind was on pause, the water blurred everything, easing the stress of the day.
I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and took shallow breaths enjoying the warmth of the droplets.
But then the water slid down my skin in slow, warm trails, and my mind went straight back to him.
Mechanically, my hands worked like they did when I had my bath but I pictured his hands instead of them following the same path the water took, sliding over my collarbone, down the slope of my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples until they ached.
My own hand moved before I could stop it, cupping myself, mimicking all the nasty things I wanted him to do.
There was nothing gracious about him, he looked like a man who would fuck you to insanity.
So I pinched my buds lightly, gasping at how sharp it felt. Just like he would.
Slowly, I let my fingers drift between my legs, and found the slick heat that had nothing to do with the shower anymore.
In my head he was there on his knees, mouth on me, at first his tongue slapped at my clit where my finger applied pressure then he would work his way to my folds.
I could almost hear the low sound he’d make, the way he’d groan my name against my skin. My fingers circled faster, matching the rhythm I imagined his mouth setting.
Driving myself insane, my legs began shaking, so I had to brace one hand on the tile for support.
The fantasy overtook everything, every rational thought even the atmosphere of the bathroom until all that was left was just him and me.
l pictured his eyes locked on mine watching every twitch of my face while he pushed me higher.
Until he commanded I cum for him and that's exactly what I did.
It hit hard. My thighs clamped around my hand, breath punched out of me in a broken moan. “Jaxon,” I gasped, the name slipping out before I could catch it, echoing off the walls.
The orgasm rolled through me in long, shuddering waves until my knees nearly buckled. I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, panting, letting the water pound against my back while the aftershocks fizzed under my skin.
It took a minute then the silence returned, reality crashed into me and I was back under the faucet.
My mind reeled as I realized what I had just done.
I’d just come thinking about my best friend’s father. I’d said his name out loud. In his house.
Heat flooded my face, different from the shower now, now I felt ashamed. I turned the water off with shaking fingers, stood there dripping, staring at the drain like it could swallow the last five minutes.
I felt foolish, humiliated by my craving for a man who was utterly forbidden.
The next day I refused to leave the room, my heart thumping over every sound because I didn't know how to face Diana’s dad.
How do I look at him with a straight face after having all those dirty thoughts of him?
I was scared out of my mind and it looked like the only solution was to remain locked up in her until my cognitive skills began functioning.
Diana on the other hand had other plans.
“Good morning!” She announced as she burst through the door, startling me.
She stared at me for a second, her eyes searching my face.
“Why do you look so petrified?" She questioned arching a brow.
I gulped hard, the wheels in my head spinning as I found a plausible lie.
Luckily she didn't let me speak.
“You must be anxious,” her suspicious look softened into a worried one as she settled on the bed next to me.
“It's not easy starting a new life, away from home and everyone you love.”
“Yeah, it's really hard,” I replied awkwardly avoiding meeting her gaze.
She snaked her hand in mine and then let out a sigh.
“I have worse news.” She said and that made me look into her eyes.
“What is it?” I asked my hold on her tightening.
“I'm going for summer lessons, I hate to leave you all alone but it will affect my GPA if I don't go,”
My lips formed a small ‘o’ as I processed what she meant. I'd have to stay at home bored all day or worse alone with her dad.
NO WAY!
“Is there any chance I can enroll with you?” Diana’s eyes lit up immediately.
“Why didn't I think of that?” she said elated, a wide smile on her lips.
“You're in luck, the school is hosting a special class for international students and the best news is my father is the one taking the classes!”
She announced and I felt the air leave my lungs, my eyes widened so much I feared they would pop out of my sockets.
I had just made my situation way worse!