Just This Once, Daddy
By Delilah Fawkes
Beth dropped her bag onto her old bed. She felt strange being home again after staying so long in the dorms, but she was glad she’d come. She’d gotten the news last night. Her step-dad John just got called up for duty, and was leaving for Afghanistan on Monday.
“I’m so glad you came, Pumpkin.” John leaned in her doorway, smiling at her. The crinkle in the corner of his eyes made the smile all the sweeter. He was always so handsome, it made her heart skip a beat. She knew exactly what her mom saw in him. He’d been her step dad since her junior year of high school, but she’d always harbored a secret crush on him.
“Of course I came, Daddy,” she said. “You’re all alone in this big house since… well.. you know.”
John crossed to her and put his arm around her shoulders. “You can say it. Since your mom passed. But you didn’t have to come just because you worry I’m lonely.”
Beth leaned into him, inhaling the piney scent of his cologne. “I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye. Who knows how long you’ll be there?”
“You try not to worry, Pumpkin. I’ll be alright. This isn’t my first rodeo.” He kissed her hair, then winked at her.
Beth smiled shyly, staring into those piercing light blue eyes of his. He had a way of making her feel better almost effortlessly. She knew he’d been a career military man all his adult life, but he’d always served at the local base. Now, all bets were off. He was going overseas, and she was going to miss him desperately.
“Get comfortable, and then maybe we can watch a movie or something. Sound good?”
“Sounds great.” She smiled up at him.
As she unpacked her suitcase and slipped into her pajama tank and shorts, images from the nightly news flashed in her mind. Roadside bombings, wounded soldiers, family members clutching the folded flag that meant only one thing. Their loved ones were never coming home.
What would she do if John was one of those loved ones? She pressed her hands over her eyes, willing the tears back. I can’t think like this. This is my last weekend with him for a long while. He’ll be fine… He has to be.
She found him on the couch with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn. He patted the cushion next to him, and she hopped up beside him. He ran a hand through his short silvery hair, and she found herself following the motion. He was older than anyone she’d ever found attractive, but he was so strong and fit from his years of service; his face still dashingly handsome.
“I have choices for you, babe. One of those Jason Statham movies, some sort of romance thing, and one of those scary movies you love. Pick your poison.”
Beth grabbed the slasher flick and popped it into the Blu-ray player. She needed a distraction, and scary movies always gave her a thrill that she felt from scalp to toes. Perfect. She needed to get her mind off how good John smelled and how worried she was about his leaving.
He hit the lights and joined her back on the sofa. Beth shivered next to him as the credits started, and he tucked the blanket over her bare legs before putting it over himself as well. She plopped the popcorn bowl between their legs.
A young girl on the screen was hearing noises in her pitch black house. There’d been a power outage, and she was all alone. Of course, Beth thought, and snickered. John elbowed her playfully.
“I bet something’s going to dash by in the background any second now,” she said. “Just wait for it.”
John laughed, the sound a low rumble in her ear.
Sure enough, a shadowy figure darted behind the buxom blonde, and she whipped around, her flashlight hitting nothing.
Beth smiled smugly. “Told you so. Now something’s going to jump out, and she’s going to sc—AHHHHH!” She screamed and jumped as a knife flashed toward the screen.
John cracked up, then gathered her in his arms, snuggling her as she steadied her breathing.
“Nice one.”
She playfully smacked his chest, but didn’t move away, resting her head on the hard planes of his chest. He was in a t-shirt and pajama pants; the soft jersey and flannel a stark contrast to his rock solid muscles. She felt so good in his arms like this. So… protected.
She reached down for a handful of popcorn, letting his arm rest around her shoulders. Her skin tingled where his strong hand rested on her naked arm, sending warmth throughout her body. Their thighs were touching under the blanket, pressed closer than was necessary.
Does he look at me the way I look at him? She licked the salt off her fingers, then glanced up at John’s face. The flickering light of the movie played off his chiseled cheekbones and jaw. He turned and met her gaze, and she sucked in a breath. She expected him to smile at her. Expected those blue eyes to crinkle in the corners the way she loved. But he just held her gaze, searching her face for… what?
She was so close to him. His mouth was just inches away from hers, and she licked her lips unconsciously. She glanced back up and saw him watching her mouth with a strange light in his eyes.
He cleared his throat, and turned back to the screen.
Beth leaned her head on his chest and felt him shudder briefly beneath her. Blood hit the screen, and she winced, but kept herself from screaming again like a dummy. John’s hand moved on her arm, his thumb trailing over her shoulder, caressing her skin, slowly, up and down. She sighed and bit her lip. His touch was electric. Did he know what he was doing to her, being this close?
Tentatively, she put a hand on his thigh beneath the blanket, feeling his corded muscle beneath the thin fabric of his pajamas. He tensed, then breathed out slowly. She felt his hot breath on her forehead. Heat was rising between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together.
His hand trailed down her arm, stroking her gently, comfortingly. Each touch sent a tingle through her, and made her heart hurt in her chest. Was this wrong? Wanting her step dad this way? And if it was, could she turn it off, just like that?
Something on screen jumped out, making her yelp and cringe. John squeezed her tight again. Lightly, she moved her thumb on his thigh, caressing him with a touch that was feather light. She waited, breathless, to see if she’d gone too far.
John had stopped breathing beside her, his chest tense. She moved her fingers slowly, fanning them out over his thigh, then drawing them back. His body was so firm. He felt amazing beneath her touch. He made a strangled noise above her, and she looked up. He was staring down at her with such intensity that she couldn’t look away, even though she felt that she should.
Instead, she leaned toward him slightly and parted her lips. She wanted to say something… anything… but no words would form. Then, before she had time to think, he was there, his hot breath mingling with hers. His mouth touched hers tentatively, their lips meeting too briefly. His mouth was soft, hers pliant beneath him.
He pulled back briefly, his eyes searching hers again, as if asking permission. She reached up and ran her hand over his neck and cheek, then pulled him down to her, pressing her lips to his once again. He sighed, pressing into her. The kiss was hesitant at first, breathless, but then it deepened as her mouth opened beneath his. His tongue dipped between her lips, and she suckled it softly. He moaned into her mouth, and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her closer.
Beth’s pussy throbbed with need. Her breasts were crushed against him as she twisted closer to him on the couch. She gripped his shoulders and pulled herself into his lap, straddling him in her shorts beneath the blanket. The popcorn bowl clattered to the floor, forgotten.
John’s hands ran over her back, then gently over the swell of her bottom, rubbing her through the thin fabric. She could feel the press of his erection against her most sensitive spot, and groaned as she kissed him harder, pushing her tongue into his mouth until it danced with his, tasting every inch of him. She ground down on him, and his cock jumped against her.