Vicious Daddy by Bianca Cole
Niall
Alicia sits precariously close to me on the couch, and it’s impossible not to keep replaying my dirty vision of her bent over the coffee table, naked and panting while I fuck her. She wanted to watch Lawless, a movie I love, and yet I’ve barely paid attention to a fucking second of it.
Shit.
Why the hell did I ask to her to watch a movie with me tonight?
I knew full well Malachy was out of the house, which only makes the temptation more difficult to resist. Her scent overwhelms the air, and it makes it impossible to focus.
“Do you reckon that’s even physically possible?” Alicia asks, looking right at me and catching me off guard.
My brow furrows. “What?”
“In the movie.” She points at the screen. “The character Hardy plays said he walked with a slit throat twelve miles.”
Thankfully, I’ve seen the movie before, so I know what she is talking about. “Nah, keep watching and you’ll find out what really happened.”
She sighs. “I honestly thought he was dead.” Her brow furrows. “Wait, have you seen it before?”
I laugh. “Yeah, why?”
She shoves me in the arm gently. “You should have said, no wonder you aren’t paying any attention.” She hits pause. “Where is that damn pizza? I’m starving.”
I shrug and dig my cell phone out of my pocket, pulling up the tracker on my phone. “Apparently it’s on the way.”
Alicia groans. “I’m so fucking hungry.”
I bite my lip, as I’m not hungry for food at all right now. My cock is painfully hard, as I can’t get the image of Alicia wrapping her plump, perfect lips around it out of my mind. All I’m hungry for is devouring the woman sitting next to me—a woman that is one-hundred percent off limits.
I take a long gulp of my beer. “I’ll ring them and check how long they’ll be.” I hit the number for the pizza place we ordered from and it rings, before cutting off on the busy dial tone. “Shit, the line is busy. You can’t be that hungry, you’ve ate a whole family size bag of Doritos.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “And an entire bottle of wine. When I drink, it makes me hungry.”
The girl downed that wine so fucking fast I hardly noticed her bottle was empty. It means Alicia is drunk and I’m not exactly sober either.
She leans over me and grabs my can of beer from my hand, taking a swig. “Sharing is caring.”
God, she does not want to know what I want to share with her right now. My cock is practically straining against my pants, desperate to break free. Alicia’s hand brushes against my crotch and my cock throbs.
“Alicia,” I say her name in warning, narrowing my eyes.
She can’t find out how badly I want her. We already came too close to crossing a line in the library two weeks ago. “What? I’ve run out of wine.”
I sigh heavily and pull a can from the six-pack she got me. “Here, have your own.”
She sits up straighter and takes the can, opening it. “Thanks.”
I watch as she takes a long sip, unable to keep my eyes off her lips. Lips I can’t stop thinking about kissing.
Someone clears their throat behind us, making me jump. I glance around to see Sasha, the maid, holding our pizzas. “The delivery guy just dropped your food off.”
I stand and approach her. “Thanks, Sasha.”
Her brow furrows as she glances at Alicia on the sofa. “No problem. How are you?” She asks, twirling her fingers in the end of her hair.
I grit my teeth. “I’m fine.” Sasha has constantly flirted with me since she started working here six months ago. She’s beautiful, but I can’t think of any other girl in that way. Alicia has been under my skin for too many years. She’s the object of all my fantasies. It’s the reason I always shoot Malachy’s invites to those messed up auctions down.
“Can I get you anything else?” Sasha asks, batting her eyelids at me.
“No, thanks.” I turn my back on her and return to sit next to Alicia on the sofa. When I glance back, she has left us.
“I think Sasha wants you,” Alicia says, taking a long swig of beer.
I run a hand through my hair. “Yeah, well, I don’t want her.”
Alicia’s brow furrows. “Why not? She’s beautiful.”
I can’t believe she is even asking me that. Alicia is so blind to the way I feel about her it’s ridiculous. Malachy’s over zealous protection of his baby sister is the only reason I haven’t acted on my feelings all these years. “Because I want someone else,” I say, holding her gaze possessively. If she doesn’t realize by now that I want her, she’s fucking oblivious.
Alicia’s throat bobs. “Oh.” She twirls the end of her long, dark hair around her finger nervously. “Who?”
I feel an irritated growl rumble through my chest. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Her skin flushes pink, and she avoids my gaze and reaches for one of the pizza boxes. I grab her arm before she can reach it. “Alicia.” Her name sounds like a curse from my lips.
Alicia’s eyes meet mine. “What?”
I clench my jaw, knowing the dangerous line I’m flirting with. “You didn’t answer my question. Isn’t it obvious who I want?” We can’t keep doing this dance around each other.
Alicia glances down at my hand wrapped tightly around her arm before meeting my gaze again. “Niall,” she breathes my name in a plea and a warning. She knows we shouldn’t do this. “The pizza will go cold.”
“Fuck the pizza, little lass,” I growl, feeling my urges surge to the surface. One thing I’ve learned is that the longer I fight the desperate need to claim Alicia, the more difficult it becomes to keep a leash on the heavy desire building inside of me. “Answer the question.”
Alicia yanks her arm free and stands. “I don’t know.” She snatches the pizza off the table and turns to leave. “Now I’m going to go eat my god damn pizza in peace.”
Scorching rage floods my vision as I move swiftly after her. Before she makes it to the door, I grab her hips. “Stop pushing me, little lass.”
Alicia tenses against me as I pull her back against my chest. “Niall, what are you—”
I grab the pizza box out of her hand and set it down on the sideboard nearby. “I want you to answer my question.”
“Answer it yourself, dickhead,” she spits.
I press my lips against her nape. “You, Alicia,” I breathe, knowing I can’t take it back now. It’s time to stop hiding and face up to what I want—my best friend’s sister.
All the air escapes her lungs on a breath as she tries to fight away from me. “Niall, you know we can’t—”
“Bullshit. Malachy’s out,” I cut in before she can tell me we can’t do it because of her brother. “He’ll never know.”
Alicia’s breaths come out in shaky rasps that cut right to my cock. It’s an erotic sound that makes it difficult not to bend her over with the door open and fuck her for all the staff to see. “Niall, I don’t think we should.”
I growl softly and pull her away from the door, keeping her back pressed against me. “Stop thinking and just feel, baby girl,” I murmur, nibbling the shell of her ear softly. I reach for the door and push it shut. Malachy should be out for a few more hours, but I’d rather not take any risks.
Alicia shudders against me, arching her back instinctively. “This is a terrible idea.”
“A terribly good idea, little lass.” I move my lips to her neck and kiss her there, making her moan. All sense of rhyme and reason is lost. It turns out fighting your instincts for years doesn’t make them go away, it deepens the ravenous hunger. I spin her around to face me and capture her lips for the first time.
It feels like my world spins as I lose myself in her heady, feminine scent. My tongue delves into her mouth, claiming it fully and completely. Her tongue tangles with mine, proving to me she wants this as badly as I do.
Alicia moans into my mouth, making my balls tighten.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so damn long,” I murmur against her lips, wishing that I’d crossed the line before this moment. The pent up desire burning inside of me is almost unbearable. It makes it hard to control my vicious tendencies lurking beneath the surface. The last thing I want to do is hurt Alicia.
I wrap my arms tightly around her waist and lift her, carrying her back to the sofa.
Her arms slide tentatively around my neck as she allows me to. “Niall, what are we—”
I silence her with my mouth. I can’t hear her reasoning right now, as she might convince me to stop. Gently, I place her down on her back on the sofa. “No questions, little lass. I want you. It’s as simple as that.”
Her emerald eyes dilate as she watches me pull my shirt over my head. They roam over every inch of my body, taking in the tattoos scrolling over my skin.
“Your turn,” I breathe, feeling the anticipation coiling through me.
Alicia hesitates, staring up at me with uncertainty. “What if my brother gets—”
I growl, cutting her off from finishing her sentence. “I said no questions. Do you want me to punish you?”
I’m surprised when I see a flash of lusty excitement pulse in her eyes as she licks her lips. “I just don’t want to get caught.”
I shake my head. “We won’t. Take your top off, or I’ll do it for you.”
Alicia unbuttons the front of her blouse slowly, holding our eye contact. Finally, once she unbuttons the last one, her blouse falls open, revealing her large breasts in a red lace bra that makes my cock throb. She tosses the blouse on the floor.
“And the bra,” I order, barely recognizing my voice.
Alicia raises a brow questioningly but doesn’t defy me. Her hand slips behind her back as she unclips the bra, letting it fall to her lap.
I groan at the sight of her nipples, hard and erect, pointing right at me. They’re practically begging me to suck them. There’s no holding me back anymore as I step toward her. I kneel between her legs on the sofa, cupping her firm breasts in my hands. “Fucking perfect,” I muse before lowering my mouth to her right nipple and sucking it into my mouth.
Alicia’s hips buck against me, and she gasps, lacing her fingers into my hair. A problem I’ll have to fix somehow. I prefer my women restrained and the desire to restrain Alicia is all-consuming.
I move my lips to her other nipple and suck it into my mouth.
Alicia’s moans spur me on as I move my hands to her jeans and unzip them. She grabs my hand to stop me. “Your turn next,” she says, looking at me with dilated eyes.
I smirk at her and stand, unzipping my pants and pulling them down.
Alicia gasps the moment I stand up again. “Fuck me,” she says.
“That is the intention.”
She shakes her head. “You’re huge.”
I tilt my head to the side, loving the way she’s boosting my ego. “Maybe I’ve got socks stuffed down there.”
“Do you?” she asks, entranced by the bulge at my crotch.
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?” I ask.
She licks her bottom lip and moves her gaze to my face. “Only if I get a taste.”
I raise a brow. “Of course.”
Alicia rises from the sofa and walks toward me slowly before dropping to her knees in front of me. It’s as if she was born to submit. “Can I?” she asks, looking up at me like a damn angel.
“Yes, baby girl,” I breathe, feeling my cock leak in anticipation.
She grabs the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulls them down, revealing my cock. Her gasp only makes me leak more. “So damn big,” she marvels, grabbing my shaft with one hand and tugging.
“Fuck,” I curse, watching her touch me. “Put it in your mouth,” I order.
She opens her mouth and closes her lips around the head of my cock, slowly swirling her tongue around me in teasing strokes.
More pre-cum leaks onto her tongue, making her moan. I try to fight the need to fist her hair in my hands and thrust every inch into the back of her throat, but I can’t. The need to dominate her is overwhelming.
I grab hold of her hair and force her throat onto my cock. It’s as if Alicia saw it coming as she barely bats an eyelid. Her breathing is impeccable as she manages not to gag as I slide right past her reflex.
“That’s it, baby girl, swallow my cock,” I growl, propelling my hips in and out as I fuck her throat.
Alicia gags, saliva spilling down her face and tears prickling at her eyes. It’s a perfect vision. A scene I’d only ever expected to witness in my perverse dreams. It’s hard to believe that the girl I’ve craved for is on her knees, taking everything I give her.
Alicia puts her hands on my thighs, trying to gain some kind of control.
I pull my cock from her throat, giving her a chance to catch her breath. “You take my cock perfectly, little lass.”
She gazes up at me with a carnal expression that makes me crazy. “You taste so good,” she breathes, licking a drop of pre-cum from her lips. “Give me more.”
I groan and force my cock through her lips, thrusting into the back of her throat repeatedly.
She takes it like a fucking champ. I feel my balls tighten, realizing I’m getting close. I pull Alicia off me and yank her up from the floor. “My turn to taste you.” I lift her and set her down on the sofa, pulling her jeans off of her in one tug.
Alicia clenches her thighs together to hide how drenched she is.
“Open your legs for me,” I order.
Alicia’s cheeks are deep red as she slowly opens her thighs, allowing me to see her red lace panties drenched.
“Fuck you are wet, Ali,” I groan, feeling my cock throb at the sight. I drop to my knees between her thighs and press my nose against her crotch, inhaling her sweet as hell scent. “So damn wet for me,” I growl before tearing her panties in two.
Alicia gasps. “Those were expensive.”
I don’t reply to her as right now I don’t give a damn about her expensive lingerie. I’ll buy her new ones. I kiss her inner thigh, making her quiver at the light touch. Slowly, I drag my tongue closer to her dripping center.
“Please, Niall,” she breathes.
I can’t help but smile against her skin, hearing her beg so desperately for me. I glance up at her from between her thighs. “Please, what?” I ask, tilting my head slightly.
She narrows her eyes at me and blows out a frustrated breath. “You know what.”
I raise a brow. “I want to hear you tell me what you want, little lass.”
Alicia sinks her teeth into her bottom lip before nodding. “I want you to eat me out, you knucklehead.”
I grab hold of her thighs hard, putting enough pressure to bruise. “That’s not an acceptable way to talk to the man that’s going to make you orgasm harder than you’ve ever orgasmed in your life.”
She doesn’t flinch at my forceful handling of her. “That’s cocky.”
I hold her gaze with unwavering confidence. “It’s the truth, baby girl and you better believe it.”
Her brow furrows. “Prove it.”
I growl softly at the challenge. “My pleasure.”
Alicia gasps as I bury my tongue in her pussy, tasting her deeply. She’s sweeter than I ever could have imagined. This is what I’ve been waiting for all these years. Alicia spread and dripping for me, watching me as I devour her. I hold her eyes contact as I move my tongue from her perfect cunt to her throbbing clit. The moment my tongue connects with her sensitive spot, she jerks, moaning deeply.
Her fingers claw at the throw on the sofa as I slide two fingers deep into her tight, wet heat. I clench my jaw, trying to still the primal urge to pull my fingers out and slide my cock inside of her instead. Right now I want to give her mind-blowing pleasure to prove to her I can make her feel better than any man ever has.
“So damn tight, little lass,” I groan, thrusting my fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. My thirst for her can’t be quenched, no matter how much I taste her. Alicia has haunted my dreams and fantasies for too long. It feels like I’m no longer here, floating above my body as my primitive male instincts take control. “I want you to come for me,” I growl, thrusting all four fingers into her tight pussy.
She gasps, her body tensing as her first orgasm hits her. “Fuck, yes,” she cries.
I groan at the way her tight pussy clamps around my finger, drawing it deeper. I pull it out despite her pussy clasping hold of it. My tongue replaces my finger as I taste every drop of her, savoring her essence. It calls to me in the most primal way, coaxing me to take what I’ve wanted for so long.
I know this night won’t end until I’ve claimed the forbidden fruit. Alicia is mine. Always has been and always will be.
