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A lice lay awake in bed. She stared at the ceiling. She didn’t know how long she’d been tossing and turning. She couldn’t calm her thoughts or her body.
She had gone to bed shortly after Nessa had arrived, complaining of a headache.
Really, she just wanted to be alone with her thoughts.
She was restless. She had tried journaling, but the words were not flowing so she’d opted to play some soothing music and try to get some sleep.
It wasn’t working. Her thoughts raced in all directions.
First, she replayed the encounter with Axel in the bar. What if she had said yes to him then? Would they have ended in a back room? His hot mouth on hers. His firm torso pressed to her breasts. The space too small for them to maneuver but enough for them to satiate the heat coursing through them.
She groaned and turned to one side. He was a shifter. She wasn’t sure what that meant. The new species had come out recently and not a lot was known about them, except that they could change at will into other creatures. Some of them hunted.
Did Axel hunt? Where? And weren’t lions notorious for having a pride?
He’d said he had one. The tattoo on his chest was the symbol of his pack.
Weren’t male lions accompanied exclusively by female lions?
Was that why he had been accompanied by those women at the bar?
Were they part of his pride? Were the scantily dressed women lionesses at his beck and call? Where did that leave her?
It couldn’t be. Could it? He was too old for them.
Old.Nessa had said so and she was right.
Old enough to be your father. She didn’t know if that was the case, but she felt as if it didn’t matter.
So, what if he was older? He had more experience, more knowledge.
At his side she could navigate this world fearlessly.
It didn’t matter that he was older. He was more mature.
More worldly. She was the problem. She was too young.
She didn’t have a lot to offer. She was a recent graduate, working to survive and little more.
She liked to read, doom scroll through her phone, and occasionally hang out with her friends.
What could she offer him that he didn’t have or that he could find elsewhere?
He’d lived countless adventures, she was certain.
She was boring in comparison. Nothing. She had nothing to offer.
She turned to the other side, brushing her breast in the process.
Except one thing. He seemed to be interested in that: her sex.
She lay on her back. Why was she worrying about offering him anything else?
He hadn’t asked. This wasn’t about love.
It wasn’t about partnership. Heck, it wasn’t even about friendship.
She didn’t know him, and he didn’t know her.
There was only one thing that tied them together. Sex.
He had demonstrated an unabashed sexual interest in her.
She could have a one-night fling. Right?
She’d never had one before, but surely she could manage.
It would have been perfect if Nessa hadn’t arrived when she did.
With the momentum ruined she’d recovered her bearings and that brief moment where she’d felt endless peace in his arms, vanished.
She couldn’t go on. All that was left of her encounter was a pair of wet panties and a sense of shame.
But he was gone now and so was Nessa. She was alone in her room.
She could dream. Pretend they would find each other again and when they did, he’d kiss her senseless.
Her breath would be stolen from her lungs and her knees would buckle but he’d catch her. “Baby Girl,” he’d whisper.
“Daddy,” Alice murmured in the darkness of her bedroom.
He caressed her cheeks, his fingertips soft and arousing every inch of her body from the simple touch. She arched into him, silently beckoning for more.
“That’s my good girl.” He stopped at her neck. She glanced at him. Slowly, he reached lower, opening the first button of her shirt. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning.
He dipped lower. One by one, he popped the buttons, until there were none left. He opened her shirt, exposing her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he muttered. “Take off the shirt, Baby Girl.”
She would comply without a word, casting it aside. In her bedroom, she rid herself of her pajama t-shirt.
“Unzip your skirt. Slowly.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She reached behind her and unzipped the gray pencil skirt. Shimming, she allowed it to drop to her ankles.
“Come here.”
Suddenly, she switched the location of her fantasy. They were no longer in her home. They were back at the bar. He was sitting down on one of the low velvet chairs. The soft jazzy music filled the ambiance, but they were the only ones there.
“Come, Baby Girl.” He patted his lap.
She made his way to him, naked except for her panties and bra.
“Dance for me, Alice.” He smirked, and she smiled in response. The confidence she never had in real life washing over her in this fantasy.
Allowing herself to be washed over by the music, she began to move her hips.
She moved closer to him, gyrating. She stood with her back to him swiveling her ass from side to side over the erection clearly outlined on his pants.
His large hands grabbed her hips, taking control of her movements.
He lowered her further, rubbing her pussy against his hard dick. She moaned.
“Turn around, Baby Girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She did as he asked, and he brought her down to sit on him. Another moan burst through her lips at the contact. His lips found hers, kissing her hard. She whimpered against him. He undid her bra, her nipples hardening even further in the cool air.
In her bedroom, Alice squeezed the taught tips and groaned.
“Daddy,” she murmured. “Axel.”
She pictured his mouth on her breast, sucking one turgid point and then another. Her hips rolled over her bed, and she slid her other hand to her moist pussy. She began to rub her clit.
“Daddy, please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, please,” she begged shamelessly.
“No. Get off on me, Baby Girl.” He began to rock her against the outline of his cock. “I want to see you come by your own hand, Baby Girl.”
She nodded. Her eyes drifted shut. She rubbed her pussy, sliding her fingers beneath her panties. Faster and harder, picturing the outline of his cock rubbing against her clit. She bit back the moan lodged in her throat, aware that Nessa was in the other room.
“Daddy, please.”
“Come, Baby Girl, let me hear you scream.”
Her hips lifted and fell, her orgasm washing over her in a wave. She bit her other hand, moaning out his name, “Axel.”
Moments later, Alice opened her eyes and removed her hand from between her legs. Her pussy still pulsated from the orgasm. She groaned and punched the pillow. Surely, she would never see him again, but at least she had her fantasies.