“We should go get changed,” he suggested, taking Erica’s hand and mine.
“Thank you again, Mr. Nolan!” Sister Frances put her hand on his arm.
“You’ve been such a help today, keeping the girls out of trouble.”
He smiled. “They’re good girls. Have a good evening, Sister Frances.”
I giggled when he leaned over and whispered into my ear. “Very, very good.”
“I think I got sunburned.” Erica adjusted the tube top she was wearing.
“Dad, did you bring any stuff?”
“Yep, back in the room.” He led us toward the exit.
The hotel wasn’t far, and Erica and I stripped down in the bathroom while Mr. Nolan changed in the room. I helped her put aloe on her sunburn. It wasn’t too bad, but she was so fair that even with sun block on, she had burned a little bit.
“Do you want me to go out for a while?” Erica asked as I smoothed aloe over her shoulder blades.
“Why?” I played dumb as I closed the top to the aloe and put it on the counter.
“You know why.” She met my eyes in the mirror and I flushed.
“Erica, I don’t want…” I sighed, helping her put her t-shirt on and resting my chin on her shoulder. “I don’t want you to feel left out. I’m not trying to take him away or anything…”
“It’s no big deal.” She shook her head. “I don’t feel like that, honest. So he’s your boyfriend… he’s still my dad.”
“Yeah.” I kissed her cheek, smiling. “You’re the best friend ever.”
“You can sleep in the same bed.” She turned to me. “I’m okay with it.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “It’s either you and me in one bed, or you and him in one bed, right? It makes the most sense…”
I shrugged, feeling that throb of anticipation between my legs. “I guess.”
“Besides, you know you want to.” She grinned.
When we went into the room, Mr. Nolan had the TV on and was sitting on one of the beds in a pair of boxers. Erica went to the other bed and got in, curling under the covers and watching a movie. I sat in the cushy chair, neutral territory, still wary of crawling into either bed.
It was probably her sunburn that made her so sleepy, but Erica was snoring within fifteen minutes. I kept glancing over at Mr. Nolan, but he seemed engrossed in the movie. I wanted him to ask me to bed, but I was afraid he wouldn’t, not with Erica there. Maybe I’d end up sleeping with her anyway, I thought morosely.
I sighed, putting my leg up over the arm of the chair and glancing at him again. His eyes were on the screen, but the chair was angled toward him a little, and I knew he must be able to see me. With a little smile, I pulled my t-shirt up, and nudged my panties aside. My lips were smooth and soft-I’d continued to shave them after that first time. I loved how swollen and wet they got, how easy it was to slip my fingers through them, now.
My clit throbbed gently and I touched it with my finger, rubbing it in circles before dipping my fingers down to gather some of my wetness. He didn’t look at me, but I saw him glance at Erica, who had rolled away from us in her sleep.
Wanting a reaction, I pulled my shirt up boldly over my breasts, my nipples hardening. He still didn’t respond, but he shifted on the bed slightly.
There was no ignoring how turned-on I was, and I pulled my panties aside completely, exposing my pussy as I slipped first one finger, and then another, deep inside. Watching his face, I slowly fucked myself, imagining his cock. I saw his eyes shift to me, and he shook his head a little, glancing at Erica again.
I was rewarded when his hand moved over the crotch of his boxers, rubbing the stiff length of his cock through them. I spread my legs a little wider, angling myself to give him a better view. He groaned softly, his eyes on me now as I plunged my wet fingers into my flesh.
“Do it,” I whispered, glancing at Erica and then back at him. “Stroke it for me.”
He glanced at her again, too, but he slipped his cock out of his boxers and it stood pointing straight up to the ceiling, making me moan with wanting it. His eyes met mine for a moment as he started moving his hand up and down the shaft, but then they fell between my legs again, watching my fingers slipping in and out of my pussy.
“Do you like watching me?” I whispered, sliding my other hand down to rub my clit as I fingered myself.
“Yes,” he said hoarsely, stroking faster.
“Don’t you want my pussy?” I teased, my fingers rubbing my lips, opening them, showing him how pink and wet I was inside. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Yes!” He groaned again, his hand shuttling up and down. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. “Oh, god, Leah…”
“Don’t you want to put your cock in here?” I whispered, sliding my fingers deep inside and spreading myself as wide as I could, pressing the walls of my pussy open.
“Oh fuck,” he growled, glancing over at Erica. “Get over here and sit on my cock.”
I leapt from the chair and practically ran to the bed, pulling my panties and t-shirt off on the way.
“Turn the light out,” he murmured, using the remote to turn off the TV. I nodded, leaning over and hitting the switch, leaving us in the total darkness of a hotel room. We could both hear Erica’s gentle snores.
“Suck it first,” he whispered, his hand in my hair, which was still wet from the ride. I moaned around his shaft as I found it in the dark, licking and sucking the head. “We’ve got to be quiet.” He guided me down his length by pressing on the back of my neck. “I don’t want to wake her.”
I just nodded, unable to say anything with his stiff rod buried in my throat. I moaned when he pulled me around and onto him, his fingers and tongue searching for my wetness and finding it.
“Shh,” he said again before his lips parted mine, his tongue probing through the soft folds of my flesh until he reached my center, licking there and making me shiver. His cock was steel heat in my hand and my mouth as I sucked him, working my head up and down between his legs as he buried his face between my thighs. He wrapped his arms around my ass, pulling me in tight, and I moaned again, I couldn’t help it, when he shoved two fingers deep into my pussy.
“Oh god,” I whispered as he fingered and licked me, smacking the head of his cock against my lips and tongue. “Don’t stop, please…”
I felt him shake his head, but he didn’t answer. His only reply was to lick me faster, working his tongue over my clit, back and forth, around and around, my pussy aching for release. I sucked the pre-cum off the tip of him, using my tongue to spread the slippery fluid around the head, letting it mix with my saliva.
His tongue was so good, I never wanted it to end, and his fingers fucking me made me want his cock buried inside of my pussy. I wanted it all, everything at once, and my hips rocked and bucked, even though his hands tried to hold me still.
“Oh fuck!” I hissed, trying to hold out, wanting it to last, but his tongue sent me over, that insistent lapping and his soft groans between my legs pushing me past the point of no return. I let it go, quivering on top of him and squeezing his cock as I came, my pussy clamping down on his fingers again and again. I could hear him swallowing me and I knew I was wetting him, his face, his cheeks, his chin, with my juices.
He didn’t even give me a chance to think before he was flipping me onto the bed and searching for my pussy with his cock. His mouth was wet with me as he kissed me, his tongue probing hard, the head of his shaft slipping into the soft wetness between my legs.
“Oh!” I cried when he slid deep inside, driving me up toward the headboard, his mouth covering mine to quiet me.
His hips ground hard, fast, his cock plunging into my pussy as his tongue shoved its way into my mouth. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as he fucked me, my legs spread wide and my hips lifting to meet him.