Little White Lies Ch. 14

"It's a date." He leaned in and kissed her as he finished. "Thank you for dinner and for a great evening," he said.

"Thank you," she replied. "Talk to you tomorrow?"

"Count on it," he said, and kissed her a final time before she slid from his grasp.

Several long looks back and sighs of resignation later, she finally disappeared inside. With a deep sigh, Don hopped into his truck and started it up, slowly pulling off for the trip back home.

***

As he drove home, Don tried to get rid of his embarrassment at what had just happened. Cass had been standing in a prime position to be able to see what he and her mother were doing. Candy hadn't been too embarrassed, and Cass obviously hadn't made a fuss, so he began to hope that she hadn't seen too much.

Still, Candy's incredible sexiness had been intoxicating. He was still hard as a rock for much of the drive home, and he wondered if he was going to need to take a cold shower to be able to sleep once he got there. He was pent up, of that there was no doubt. His nuts were aching, and he knew that he'd either have to take care of the problem himself or hope that he and Candy could find some time to be alone soon.

He pulled into the driveway and saw a few cars still parked in front of the house. There didn't seem to be very many lights still on and he didn't hear any noise, so the party was most likely winding down.

Inside, he was surprised to find that everyone he saw was already asleep. He went about locking up after checking the back yard for anyone out there, not wanting to strand them, and then made his way upstairs. Dexter's door was closed, as was Jack's, and he figured both of his boys were within. Not wanting to disturb them, he moved quietly down the hall to his own room and made his way through the darkness to the lamp on the bedside table.

Turning, he sat down and pulled off his shoes, then stood up. His phone, wallet, and keys were all tossed to the table, and he unzipped his jeans and began to slip them off. The sound of sheets rustling beside him made him pause with his pants halfway down his thighs. Reaching over, he clicked on the lamp and looked down to see Jessie sleeping soundly.

She was nude of course, and he took the opportunity to admire the lithe young woman's sexy body. She was laying on her stomach, one leg lifted up to the side and both arms tucked under the pillow. Her hair was pulled back over her ear and she was drooling cutely into the pillow.

Standing there lusting after the sleeping young vixen, he quickly began to feel like a creep and was about to turn off the light again when he noticed the tell-tale sign of cum leaking out of her pussy.

He felt a surge of arousal and winced, briefly closing his eyes before opening them again and drinking in the sight of her leaking sex.

Images of the times that they'd been together filled his head, and he could almost feel the tight wetness of her pussy clamping down ferociously on him. For the briefest of moments, he started to move forward, but then thought of Candy.

With a quiet groan, he slowly reached over to click the lamp off. Yanking his jeans up and immediately turning around, he headed straight for the bathroom. Deftly closing the door behind him, he made sure to lock it before turning on the water to the shower. That done, he stripped out of his jeans and underwear and looked down, seeing his freshly aroused cock bobbing upwards.

"Cold shower it is," he said to the empty room.

Without waiting any longer, he peeled off his shirt and stepped into the cold stream of water. It was like a slap in the face, and he was glad to feel his cock slowly begin to diminish. A few minutes of torture later, he stepped out and toweled off. Once he'd finished, he wrapped the towel around his waist, carefully unlocked the door, and eased it open.

The lamp was on, and Jessie was looking over at him and smiling widely.

"Hi Papa!" she said, sounding as if she hadn't just woken up. "Did you have fun on your date?"

He sighed and chuckled at the same time, shaking his head in resignation. Stepping out of the bathroom, he flipped off the light and made his way over to the dresser to get a fresh pair of underwear. As he pulled the drawer open, he felt the towel start to slip.

With all that he and the little hussy had been through together and done, he knew that there wasn't any point in hiding his nudity, and just let it go.

"I did," he said. "Candy is a delight. I really appreciate you and Erin helping me out with that."

"Of course!" she said. "Sorry if I'm taking up your bed. I just didn't have anywhere else I could sleep. Dex is tending to Donna in his room and all the other options seem to be taken."

"Oh, that's fine," he replied. "I'm sure I can find a spot somewhere."

"Oh no you don't," she said, frowning at him as he pulled a pair of underwear out and flopped them open. "There aren't anymore beds or couches available, and this is your bed!"

He chuckled and turned toward her. "I know that," he told her. "But I really don't think it's a good idea for us to sleep in the same bed together."

"Aww," she said, frowning at him. "Is Papa scared that I might do something naughty to his delicious looking cock?"

"Scared? No," he stated. "Papa is quite positive that you'll do something naughty."

She giggled and didn't deny it.

"I'd totally let you fuck me if it was allowed," she said. "I'm all lubricated already and everything, see?"

She turned a bit, her rump moving up in the air as she reached back and slid a finger in her pussy, cum coating it as she pulled it out a few moments later.

"Jesus," he groaned, shaking his head.

"Come on, Papa," she giggled. "You've got other places you can stick it! Come join me in bed, so I can keep your cock warm. He looks cold!"

Don quickly slid his underwear on, though he knew that would do little to stifle Jessie's torment.

"Party pooper," she said, giggling again. "Come on and snuggle me."

She reached out for him and smiled, her expression changing to a more innocent looking one.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked.

"I promise!" she said, wiggling her fingers for him to join her.

"I'm serious, Spitfire," he said, moving toward the bed. "I'm really enjoying spending time with Candy and don't want to do anything to mess that up."

"Papa, I promise I can be good," she said, scowling at him. "Honest."

He figured that she'd still try to instigate things, but in truth, he was exhausted and really just wanted to sleep. As soon as slid into bed next to the naked little lunatic, after turning off the lamp, he covered himself with the sheet and tucked it between the two of them.

She giggled and slipped the sheet up and out of the way, turning and snuggling her butt directly up against him. He sighed hard, his cock throbbing back to life.

"This is behaving?" he said, fluffing his pillow for a moment and then laying his head down.

"Mmmhmm," she said, giggling again. "I could totally offer to give you a handjob or suck your cock, but I'm not."

"You're a saint," he deadpanned.

"So... tell me about your date," she prodded. "I promise not to get any flirtier."

He was still skeptical, of course, but went ahead and gave her a basic rundown of the date and how much fun it had been.

"Aww, you guys didn't get to fuck?" she asked.

He sighed, taking a moment to maintain control since his cock was still moderately erect and nuzzled comfortably up Jessie's butt crack. Each little wiggle and noise that came from the delectable little thing made him want to grab her hips and hammer his cock home. He didn't, though.

Candy's face kept appearing in his head, each time making him smile in the darkness. He wasn't going to fuck things up.

"No, we didn't," he said at last. "But I appreciate your concern. She's incredible."

"I'm so happy for you Papa," she said.

"Thanks, Spitfire," he chuckled. "I'm going to get some sleep now," he told her, and kissed the back of her head.

"'Kay!" she said happily. "Night!"

"Good night," he chuckled.

*****

Dexter

Sunday morning...

Jessie was snuggled up awfully close to him that morning. Normally she tended to drift away from him physically during the night when they slept in the same bed. It wasn't like her to be suctioned up against him, making them both sweat like they were in a sauna. Still too sleepy to open his eyes, he moved his head over and pressed his lips gently to her forehead.

Her legs were the first things to move, both of them pulling him closer to her as she nuzzled against his chest. Her nose pushed into his chest hair, and he felt her lips against his skin. A few seconds later, he managed to wake up enough to start opening his eyes. Jessie definitely didn't have brown hair.

"Donna," he stated.

He suddenly remembered that she'd been the one in his bed the night before. He'd promised her that he'd spend time with her, but she'd been too wasted to have any fun. He opened his eyes wider, but only saw the top of her head, her brown locks and unruly mess, but smelling wonderful.

"Mmmph," she muttered, then groaned as she slowly slid away from him and turned onto her back.

"Good morning," he said, smirking as she groaned again, her hands going up to begin rubbing her temples. "You uh... in a little pain?"

"Mmm," she moaned. "Hurts."

"Well... yeah... you drank a lot last night," he pointed out.

She managed to just barely open both eyes and turned to regard him, an irritated scowl on her face. He grinned widely at her.

"Ugh," she groaned, closing her eyes again.

"Aww, come on, sunshine!" he said, reaching over and tickling her ribs a bit.

She groaned in response, and turned away from him, bending at the waist.

"And I'm 'handsoming' so much this morning too," he said. "You're missing out."

She sighed hard and turned over to face him. Her scowl was still there, and she looked like she was trying to melt his face with heat from her eyes.

"So grumpy," he frowned, his tone playful. He reached up and pushed both sides of her mouth up with his fingers, mimicking a smile.

It took a few seconds, but she finally smirked at him, then collapsed back on the bed.

"Why did you let me drink that much?" she asked quietly.

"Like I could stop you from doing anything," he replied. "Did you black out?"

"No... I remember... things," she said unconvincingly. "Did I get crazy?"

"Not any more than normal," he told her. "Do you remember what happened with Daisy and her boyfriend?"

"Mmmhmm," she confirmed. "I'm really hoping it's finally over."

"That's what it seemed like," he said.

She turned over on her side again, looking up at him. She was unkempt and her make-up was slightly smeared, but she was still undeniably beautiful. The fact that she was nude certainly didn't hurt either.

"You broke your promise, jerk," she said.

The words were accusatory, but her tone was soft as she looked up at him demurely. She was clearly hung over and in pain, and the idea that she was trying to get him to have sex with her was absolutely ludicrous. Still, he was confident that he recognized what the look she was giving him meant. Her fingers sliding nonchalantly down his chest toward his cock only confirmed it.

"Donna..." he said.

"You owe me..." she protested, but then groaned and lifted her hand back up to her forehead.

"I didn't break my promise," he pointed out. "I brought you up to my room and had every intention of fucking your brains out, beautiful, but you were way too drunk. It was all I could do to get you naked and in bed."

She sighed and turned to frown at him again. "Yeah, but I was naked and in bed then... so..."

"Donna... you were passed out drunk," he said, frowning back at her.

"You don't need permission from me, Dex," she said, and again started to try and appear more enticing. Her hangover was ruthless, though, and she immediately winced.

"Look," he began. "I'm not the type of guy to have sex with anyone passed out, even someone who I fuck regularly and has given me consent beforehand. You know better."

"Ugh... fine," she groaned. "But you still owe me since I can't even collect on it this morning."

He chuckled. "In too much pain to fuck me?"

"No, just too much pain to enjoy it," she countered. "I still want you to fuck me."

He laughed. Leaning into her, he pulled gently, his hands pressing tenderly into the soft skin of her lower back and causing her to sigh breathlessly. His lips brushed softly against hers and he felt his heart pounding harder and harder in his chest. He opened his eyes again and looked at her, his hand moving up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

His eyes strayed down to her face, her freckle-dappled nose causing him to smile as a swell of affection grew within him. He let his eyes wander, moving from them to her cheeks, full and rosy, then to her eyes after. The emerald orbs were boring into him, and he felt strangely comfortable under the unabashed attention she was giving him.

He ran his thumb across her full, pouty lips, moving it to the back of her neck and pulling her gently forward for another kiss. After a soft moan worked its way free from her, he slid back and began to extricate himself from her and the bedsheets.

"Damn," she said, causing him to turn and look back down at her. "You are 'handsoming' hard this morning."

He laughed and reached down to grab a pillow and throw it at her.

"Why didn't you get drunk last night?" she asked. "Didn't you want to let loose a little?"

"I drank a little, but I made a promise to a certain brunette to rail her senseless, so I was trying to stay sober enough to where I could do that."

"I told you not to fuck my sister," she said, smirking at him.

"Mmmhmm," he said, knowing full well that she knew he was talking about her. "I could have too, you were so drunk."

"Ugh," she said, turning and sliding from the bed. She took a bit to gain her bearings and steady herself before standing. A chorus of moans and groans accompanied her as she stood and made her way over to where her clothes had been tossed. "I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"Not until late at night," he said. "But you were drunk enough to tell me loved me, you lush."

She turned and looked at him, wide-eyed for a few seconds. "I... I did?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said with a chuckle. "Be glad that it was just us in here, or people would have really made fun of you."

She frowned at him, scowling playfully. "Don't be a jerk."

"You're the one that said it," he pointed out as she stepped up to him.

"Yeah, but as you said, I was drunk," she replied. "It didn't mean anything."

"Did that hangover make you loopy or something?" he asked. "You're acting strange."

"Oh, fuck you!" she snapped, and punched him hard in the stomach. "I'm not acting weird. We're just friends and you're a jerk for not fucking me when I was sleeping!"

She stomped past him heading for the door as he doubled over clutching his stomach. A few feet before she got there, she stopped and turned. He groaned, finally able to catch his breath as she came back around to face him.

"I'm sorry..." she said. "I just... I wanted to say..."

The door opened then, and Jessie came inside, smiling happily and almost vibrating from excitement she looked so chipper.

"Hi guys!" she said. "How are you two this wonderful morning?"

Donna looked at him briefly, but then turned and grinned at Jessie. He had no idea what the heck was going on with her this morning.

"I'm hungover as hell, and your boyfriend didn't fuck me last night," she said, frowning.

"Ugh, that jerk!" Jessie said. "You were all passed out and everything!"

"Right?" Donna said, the two laughing.

"Oh, be nice to my baby," Jessie said, sneaking in and snuggling up to him. "You know he wouldn't try and take advantage of you when you're like that."

"Don't I know it," Donna said, sighing deeply. "I... better go shower," she said.

"If you give me a second, I'll totally join you!" Jessie said ebulliently.

Donna waved dismissively and turned, leaving the room.

"Morning baby!" she said, looking up at him.

"Morning," he said. "How was your night?"

"So much fun!" she said. "I wish I could have spent it with you more, but I still had a blast!"

"Good," he said with a chuckle. "Did you find a couch to sleep on?"

"Nope!" she said, grinning like a cat. "Your dad came home and happened to find me in his bed!"

Dex turned and looked at her, eager to hear how much flirty torture she'd inflicted on his dad.

"Unfortunately, he didn't want to fuck me in the butt, or let me jerk him off or anything!"

She frowned animatedly at him after she fell silent. Laughing, he pulled her up to him and sat down on the bed with her in his lap.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?" he told her. "So... his date went well?"

She nodded and began to detail what she could from what he'd told her.

"Well, that's great!" he said. "I'll have to tell him he did good."

"I just wish I'd been able to get him to let me make him cum," she said, frowning. "That would have been okay, right?"

"By me, yeah," Dex confirmed. "But remember, he asked if you'd calm down with trying to seduce him. I mean, it's not surprising that he got off his date, had a great time, and didn't want you to jerk him off. You get that, right?"

"Oh, of course I do," she said, frowning at him. "I'm not an idiot, Dex."

"I didn't mean it like that baby," he said.

She shrugged and leaned in to kiss him again. "I love you."

He smiled and nuzzled her nose for a moment, then said, "I love you."

"I'm gonna go get that dirty Donna clean, and then maybe I can make breakfast for anyone still here and up?"

He grinned and nodded. She immediately bounced out of his lap and went to the door of his room. Jack happened to be passing by in that moment, heading for his room.

"Hi Jack!" she said. "Want to cum in my mouth really quick?"

"I'm good Jess," he said, turning and smirking at Dex.

Dex chuckled and shrugged.

"'Kay!" she said and skipped her happy way to the bathroom.

"Dude... is she ever like... chill?" Jack asked, pausing in the doorway.

"Rarely," Dex revealed. "I have no idea where she gets all that damn energy."

Jack chuckled, giving him a friendly nod of the head before turning and stepping out of the door.

"She's gonna be making breakfast in a few, if you're hungry," he called out.

There was no response from Jack, though, and Dex hastily threw on some clean clothes. He stepped out into the hall but didn't see anyone. His father's door was closed as well, so he'd have to check in with him later.

He went downstairs to check on things but stopped off first in the bathroom to relieve himself. Once he was done there, he quickly went through the house to start picking up trash but wasn't able to find much. He was about to check outside when Daisy came back in holding a bag of trash.

"You didn't have to do that," he said as she looked up and saw that she'd been busted.

"Least I could do to say thanks since you let us use your house," she said. "Well, not the only thing I could do to say thank you, I guess."

Dex saw her grinning playfully at him, then noticed her tongue slide enticingly from her lips for a moment, sliding along the surface before disappearing again. She was undeniably sexy, even half put together as she was that morning. Her makeup was a mess, as was her hair, but she was substantially more clothed than Donna had been. Not that it mattered, though, he realized as his cock throbbed.

"Here," he said, reaching for the trash bag in her hand.

She snickered quietly but handed it over.

"You know, I can keep secrets," Daisy said. "From Donna, I mean, not Jessie."