“Sometimes,” he finally said. “But it doesn’t matter. She’s here to take care of my kids, Phil. What kind of father would I be if I hooked up with their nanny?”
“It wouldn’t be the end of the world,” Philip said. “Besides, after everything Telissa put you through—”
“We’re not talking about that,” Sean said roughly.
“I won’t,” Philip said. “I’m just saying, it’s obvious that you deserve a little happiness. You’ve been through hell these past few years. So have Tommy and Sarah. From what I can tell, Emily is the best thing that could have happened to all of you.”
“She’s amazing with them,” Sean said. My heart warmed at the compliment. “She dotes on them.”
“She’s good with you too,” Philip said. “When you let her be.”
“I don’t know.”
“Let yourself have this,” Philip said. “At least, see what can happen. You’re right. It could be terrible. But it could also be great. Plus, wouldn’t it be nice to get laid?”
Sean laughed, and Philip quickly joined in. I found myself smiling as I listened to the rest of their conversation. I stayed perched on the stairs for a while, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make my presence known.
“I should get some sleep,” Philip said. “I’m beat.”
Getting a sudden bold streak, I straightened up and took the last few steps down the stairs. Sean and Philip both turned to look at me. I smiled innocently and moved toward the kitchen, acting like I simply wanted a drink of water.
“Good night,” Philip called to me, making his way upstairs.
“Night!” I called back.
Once he was gone, I walked over to where Sean was sitting on the couch. The strange rush of bravery was still coursing through my veins as I stood in front of him. Without a word, I held out my hand to him.
“What?” he asked softly, all the anger and coldness gone from his voice.
“I heard you,” I said.
He looked panic-stricken for a brief moment. “Heard me?” he said
I dropped my hand and sighed, plopping down next to him on the couch.
“Yes, I heard you and Philip talking. I like you Sean. A lot.”
He looked at me for a moment as if trying to figure out what to do next. I decided to make it easy for him. I stood and again reached out my hand.
“Can we just stop fighting this?” I asked. “Please.”
Sean stood up and took my hand. His other touched my hip lightly. His lips were inches from my face. I stood on my tiptoes, ready to feel his kiss yet again, but he pulled away suddenly. I frowned until I felt a tug on my hand. He led me through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom.
We stepped inside, and his lips found mine in an instant. I sighed and sank into him, kissing him hard and fast. My body reacted on its own, lifting me up to press myself firmly against him. He groaned and slid his hands down to my ass, squeezing it in his strong grip.
His tongue slipped inside my mouth, swirling around and tasting every inch of me. I kissed him back, feeling that familiar burning in the pit of my stomach. His hands moved from my ass to my hips, where he tugged on the bottom of my shirt. When his fingers touched my bare skin, I froze. My lips stilled against his, and my entire body went rigid and I was suddenly nervous.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“Nothing,” I said softly, looking up at him. “I just want this so damn much.”
Sean led me gently to his bed and laid me down on my back. He climbed on top of me, moving slowly. He kissed me, his lips pressing lightly against mine at first. As our kiss grew, so did my desire. When Sean finally broke away to move down, I felt my entire body shaking. He lifted the bottom of my shirt just enough to kiss my stomach while his hands expertly removed my jeans and panties.
He traced his lips along my thighs, making me tremble, until he finally buried his face between my legs.
“Oh my God,” I gasped when his tongue flicked over my clit. My hips lifted, pressing his tongue more firmly against me.
His tongue moved hard and fast, sliding over my clit with ease. I could feel my excitement pooling between my legs. When Sean pressed his finger against my entrance, I buckled. He pushed slowly inside while his tongue continued to edge me closer to the brink.
With his finger fully inside me, he curled it upward and pulled out slightly before pressing back in.
“Sean,” I breathed desperately. “Oh God. Yes.”
He moved faster, his finger working tirelessly along with his tongue. I arched my back and gripped his hair in my hands, panting and moaning with abandon. In that moment, everything else disappeared. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t feel anything other than the pleasure Sean was pulling out of me.
“Yes,” I whimpered softly. “God, Sean, don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.”
Sean moved even faster, and I came undone. My toes curled and my legs pulled up when the rush of ecstasy finally overwhelmed me. Turning my head, I bit down on Sean’s pillow to keep from crying out. I knew my pleasure was too great. If I let myself, I would have screamed so loud, it would have woken everyone in the house.
“Oh my God,” I whispered when Sean finally pulled his face from between my legs. He crawled up to lay beside me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Sean laughed.
“Can I return the favor?” I asked, raising my eyebrows and rolling toward him.
Before he could answer, I got to my knees and pushed him off the edge of the bed so that he stood before me. I took in the enormity of his raging, erection and my insides went liquid. I leaned forward and touched my tongue to his tip, which already wept with his desire for me.
I pulled him into my mouth fully and sucked greedily as he fisted his hands in my hair and groaned low in his chest.
“Jesus Christ, that feels good,” he said, pushing his hips toward me as I bobbed my head back and forth on him.
I reached up and wrapped one hand firmly around his base, my fingers barely touching around his girth. I hummed my appreciation and heard his sharp intake of breath at the sensation. I worked my hand up and down his shaft as I licked and sucked, popping him out of my mouth and then devouring him all over again.
I felt his fist tighten in my hair and he tried to pull me off. I shook my head and increased the pressure of my mouth on him.
“I’m going to come,” he stuttered out.
I hummed again, taking him so deep that his bell-shaped head bounced off my tonsils. He jerked and spasmed, grunting as he spilled his salty seed down the back of my throat. After I swallowed the last of him, I pulled off and smiled up at him.
Sean stood over me, his eyes glassy from his orgasm, his hand still tangled in my hair. Once his breathing slowed down, he collapsed next to me and pulled me against him.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said.
I smiled and curled against his side, glad I wouldn’t have to pull out my vibrator tonight.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - SEAN
I could barely sleep that night with the taste of Emily still on my tongue. When I finally drifted off, I dreamt of her the whole night. My dreams revolved around our moment of blissful reality and then moved further.
I dreamed about sliding my cock inside her sopping wet pussy and losing myself in the feel of her. When I woke up the next morning, I could still taste her. Grinning to myself, I glanced down to see my cock was at full attention.