I closed my eyes and let my hands run up and down his thighs, pulling his pants down further until they were at his knees. I stroked his strong, hairy legs while my tongue and lips caressed his cock, slowly letting it slip further into my wet mouth.
“Fuck, Heather…” Jonathan grunted. His hands had slipped off my hips when I moved, and now he reached out to put them on my head. His hands gripped my hair and tugged at it, gently pushing my head further down onto his cock.
My pussy was dripping wet at this point, causing the wet stain in my panties to grow bigger and bigger with each stroke of my lips over Jonathan’s rigid cock. I grinded my body against him and my clit rubbing against his knee, making me moan with pleasure.
Jonathan’s cock slipped deep into my mouth, and my lips were almost touching the base of his shaft. I was surprised that I’d been able to take all of him in my mouth, and proud too. His breaths had reduced to sharp, shallow panting and his hand was holding firmly onto a handful of my long, silky hair. I was filled with an undeniable desire to climb further up into his lap and slide down onto his cock and fuck him hard and fast. His cock felt so swollen and hard in my mouth, it felt like a waste to take it only in my mouth.
I pulled away and let his cock slip out of my mouth, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. His eyes opened and searched for contact with mine, only for him to raise an eyebrow and look at me deeply.
“Let’s take this a step further,” I said and smiled flirtatiously at him.
“I was just thinking about the same thing.”
In an instant, Jonathan sat up and pulled me into his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around me, my lips pressing up against his chest and my stiff nipples rubbing against him. I’m sure he can feel that, I thought and bit my lip excitedly. Just like I can feel his hardness against my buttocks…
Jonathan’s hand reached out and swept a stray strand of hair from my face, stuffing it back behind my rosy ear. I glanced longingly into his beautiful, blue eyes with my eyelids halfway closed, and he looked back at me the same way.
His hands found their way behind my body, stroking my bare back and tugging at my bra. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward and pressed my lips back against his, where they belonged. My hands reached around his head and held it softly, holding him in place while we kissed.
Meanwhile, his fingers effortlessly unclasped my bra and let it fall down between us. His hand took my breast and cupped it tenderly, his thumb circling my stiff nipple with curious moves. I can’t take it anymore, I thought and let out a soft moan. I need his cock in me!
“Fuck me, Jonathan,” I whispered into his ear. The taste of his mouth was still fresh on my tongue, making me want more. I could never get enough of him…
His breathing picked up as I spoke, and his breath felt warm against the exposed skin of my neck. Wasting no time, he slipped his hand in between my legs and pulled my panties aside. His fingers brushed against my wet folds and clit, causing me to let out a soft, pleasurable moan.
“So sensitive,” He whispered into my ear, followed by a playful nibble on my earlobe.
“I can’t help it,” I mumbled back. “I’ve been wanting this for so long…”
Jonathan’s cock was at my entrance, spreading my outer lips and ready to thrust into me. “You won’t have to wait much longer.” He said.
I gasped as his cock slipped into me, stretching my tight walls open. He didn’t need to thrust very hard, because gravity did most of the work. Slowly, under the weight of my body, his cock slid further into me. I threw my head back and moaned, my arms shivering as I wrapped them tighter around Jonathan’s neck.
He begun to thrust, slowly at first, and small gasps escaped my throat each time his long cock rammed into my inner wall. I bent my head towards his in search for his lips, which I found and embraced longingly. I would never forget the sweet, manly taste of his mouth, or the way his tongue explored my mouth with eagerness in a way that made me feel like a virgin.
Leaning forward to press my body tighter against his, I could feel my clit rub against the base of his cock. It sent a pleasurable spike throughout me, urging me to continue. Moaning and panting, I moved my hips back and forth in Jonathan’s lap until they were sore and aching, which didn’t stop me from bringing us both closer and closer to climax.
“I’m so close,” Jonathan grunted into my ear.
His cock was already swollen with semen, which he was ready to spill deep inside of me. It seemed to grow twice as large, and I could feel the blood in his member pulsate heavily against me.
“Me too,” I gasped loudly. “Jonathan… don’t stop!”
His hips were thrusting up and down, fucking me deep and hard. Then, his arms suddenly started to shake and his breaths became shallow and sharp. A warm sensation washed over me, and I could feel myself become filled with his cum.
“Oh, Heather!” He groaned, gripping my buttocks tightly with his hands.
I kept grinding on top of his sensitive cock, so close to my own orgasm that I couldn’t stop. With loud gasps and moans, I went over the edge. Pleasure washed over me, making every part of my body vibrate. I held my breath and let it out, one small gasp of air each time a surge came and went. After only a few seconds, I was absolutely exhausted.
I collapsed on top of Jonathan, my cheek resting against his heaving chest, feeling his softening cock slip out of me. His cum seeped out of me slowly, dripping out of my aching hole and onto the mattress. Jonathan’s hand reached up and stroked my hair, gently curling a strand of my locks around his finger.
“How does it feel to be a member of the mile high club?” I asked with a giggle.
He paused for a moment before answering, letting his lips do the talking as he pressed them against my skin and kissed me tenderly. Already, I could feel his cock start to stiffen up again as he pressed it against my midsection. “Like I’m ready to join it a second time.” He grinned.
* * *
Bratty Desire for the Hero
I threw my bath towel out on the wooden pier and lay down on my back with my arms behind my head. Vacation! Could it be any better than this? The sun warming my face, the sand between my toes, and the calming swelling of the ocean… I couldn’t imagine having it any other way. It was scary to let go of electricity and phone connections, but it felt so freeing at the same time.
It felt like time was standing still. I didn’t know if I’d been laying in the sun for five minutes or an hour, but I didn’t really care. A few meters away, my stepfather Ryan was standing on the edge of the pier and throwing his fishing line into the blue depth time after time.
It was all because of him that we were here—me, him and my mother, although I hadn’t seen her since the morning. Ever since she and Ryan married, he’d taken us to his cottage for one month every summer to swim, relax, and eat good food. He did all the cooking, and most nights we ate fish that he’d caught by himself in this very spot. I was surprised that there was any fish left to catch still, but he still managed to pull up several big ones every day.
I lifted myself up on my elbows and looked at him. His bare back was wide and muscular, turned golden brown from being in the sun for so long. He was starting to look a little bit red, too, I noticed. All he was wearing was a pair of loose swimming shorts, which were still dripping wet from his dip in the ocean half an hour ago.
“Are you catching anything?” I asked him.
His fishing lure swung back and forth in the air, with a piece of orange seaweed dangling from it. It was the kind that looked like kale, with tons of little air–filled bubbles that popped loudly when you squeezed them.
“Only some seaweed so far.” He said and turned his head towards me. “But I hear they eat that in some parts of Asia, if you’re feeling adventurous…”
Seconds later, the slimy, wet glob of seaweed was flying through the air and landed inches away from my feet. “Eww!” I let out and pushed it of the side of the pier with my foot. “I’m pretty sure whatever that is isn
’t edible!”
“Of course not.” Ryan laughed, pleased with himself for messing with me.
“By the way, your back is starting to look a little bit red.” I told him.
He glanced over his shoulder at his back and made a face. “Huh, I guess you’re right.” He said and set his fishing pole down on the pier. “I was just thinking that it was about time for my second dip. You coming?”
“Sure!” I set my book down on my towel and lifted myself up to my feet. I had started feeling a little bit warm in the sun, and I hadn’t yet swum that day. “It’s about time I got in anyway.”
I grabbed the hem of my white sundress and pulled it over my head, dropping it on the pier beside my feet. Underneath, I was wearing a blue, flower–patterned bikini. My hands reached up and pulled my hair tie off, letting my long, sun–bleached hair drape over my shoulders and back. When I looked up, I could see Ryan eyeing my body appreciatively. He looked away instantly, pretending that it hadn’t happened.
Smiling to myself, I walked down the pier and climbed down the wooden steps that led into the water. The stairs ended when the water reached my waist, at which point I dove forward and submerged my entire body in the refreshing, clean water. It felt a little bit cold at first, but I quickly got used to it while I swum around underwater and looked around. Near the base of the pier, I could see a big, beautiful seashell sticking out of the sand amongst the tall weeds.
When I went up for air, I could see big ripples in the water a few meters away from the pier. Unlike me, Ryan had jumped straight off the pier into the water. Moments later, he pierced the surface with his head and took a deep breath.
“It’s warm!” He let out with a wide smile. “I could stay here all day.”
“Just watch out so you don’t get eaten by a fish.” I smiled and splashed some water in his direction, barely missing him.
“The only fish here is you.” He said and splashed back, covering the back of my head with water drops when I turned it away. “You need to stop swimming so much before your legs turn into fins. I don’t even know what mermaids eat.”
“Not slimy, orange seaweed at least.” I winked, took a deep breath and dove back underwater.
I swam towards the base of the pier, where I’d seen the seashell just a moment ago. After a short moment of searching, I found it sticking out of the sand. It was white and perfectly smooth, like an artificial shell you’d find on a shelf in a tourism shop somewhere down south. My fingers wrapped around the shell and grabbed it carefully.
Feeling my body ache for oxygen, I swam down and set my feet on the ground to push myself up towards the surface. Instead, I felt a thick strand of seaweed wrap around my ankle and jerk me back down. I exhaled the last of my air, sending bubbles through the water. Shaking my foot back and forth, I tried to break free from the seaweed’s grasp, but it was too tight.
I was starting to panic. My hands reached down and desperately clawed at the weeds, which had become even more tangled when I moved my foot around a moment ago. My head started to feel dizzy and my lungs were on fire. Is this how I was going to die? Drowned a few meters from the shore by a piece of weed?
Then, I felt movement in the water. Ryan appeared beside me, his hands fumbling with the weed around my ankle. He pulled a fishing knife out of his pocket and cut me free before reaching his hand around my waist. He swam towards the surface with me in tow, dropping his knife on the sandy bottom. When I finally broke through the surface and inhaled deeply, I started to cough.
“Are you okay?” Ryan asked worriedly.
“No…” I croaked.
He pulled me to the shore and carried me in his arms, setting me down gently in the warm sand. Now that I was safe again, the worry and fear that I’d just felt started to well up. Tears poured out of my eyes and my shoulders started to shake up and down. Ryan sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulders, stroking me softly while I hyperventilated.
“Shhh.” He whispered. “You’re out of the water now. Don’t cry, Simone, everything’s going to be fine.”
His words had a calming effect on me. I took a deep breath, feeling my bottom lip quiver. “I thought I was going to die.” I whispered and unclenched my fist. The seashell was still sitting in the palm of my hand, unharmed. “All for this stupid seashell!”
I raised my hand and went to toss it back into the ocean, but Ryan stopped me. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t throw it away!” He said quickly. “You went through so much to get it, didn’t you?”
I wiped the sand off the surface and watched the whiteness glimmer in the sun. It had streaks of salmon pink in the middle, and a faint magenta border. It really was a beautiful shell—and much bigger than any I’d ever found before.
“Well… okay.” I agreed. “I guess it is kind of nice.”
“We can turn it into a necklace.” Ryan suggested. “It would make a beautiful pendant.”
When I turned my head back and looked at him, something had changed. When he rescued me from the water, something sparked inside of me. I didn’t see him as my stepfather anymore, but as a man. And a handsome man, at that. I felt envious of my mother for getting to sleep in his arms every night. Did she know how good she had it?
“Y–yeah,” I stammered.
“How about you give me the seashell and I’ll try to make something out of it?” Ryan smiled.
“Sure,” I answered and quickly set the shell down in his extended hand before standing up. “I should go, uh, get dressed. I think I need to lie down for a minute.”
“You’re probably right,” Ryan said and stood up, steadying himself by grabbing the pier with his free hand. “I’m going to dive in one last time. I dropped my knife on the bottom, and I don’t want it to get washed away by the waves.”
“Wait!” I felt a pang of fear wash through me. What if Ryan got stuck underwater, too? “Should I stay until you get back up?
“Don’t you worry about me, Simone!” Ryan ruffled my hair playfully and started wading into the water. “I’ve been swimming here since I was a lad, I know this ocean like the back of my hand.”
“Hmmm, okay.”
I turned around and walked up the hill towards the cottage, glancing back at my shoulder every now and then to make sure that he wasn’t drowning. At the top of the hill, with my hand resting on the handle on the front door, I looked back one last time to see Ryan pull himself up onto the pier and shake the water out of his hair. His bare body was dripping wet, and his swimming trunks clung tightly to his thighs.
Blushing, I twisted the handle and escaped inside. My mother wasn’t in the kitchen or in the living room, and a quick look out the back window explained why—the car was gone. She must have gone to the grocery store, I thought and made my way up the wooden stairs towards the open attic, which served as my bedroom.
I threw myself down onto the bed and stared out the big window, feeling a throbbing ache between my legs. Why did Ryan make me feel so… strange? It’s not like I’d never had a boyfriend before, but they never made me feel the way that I felt right now. All I wanted was to lay in his arms and listen to his heartbeat, staring deeply into his eyes while he pressed himself deep inside of me.
I shook my head and tried to push my desires away. It wasn’t right of me to think of Ryan in such a way, he was my stepfather! But at the same time, I couldn’t help but to feel jealous. Not only of my mother, but of every woman he had ever lain with. There had probably been many, judging from how attractive he was… And yet, none of those women would ever be me.
Then, another thought crept its way into my head: hadn’t I caught Ryan eyeing my body earlier, his eyes shining with appreciation and arousal? Yes, I had, that was true. Did that mean that he felt the same way about me, and that my thoughts weren’t as off and strange as I thought?
I swallowed hard and felt my heart rate pick up. The ache between my legs was stronger now, and I was just about to reach my hand down and touch myself when I heard a faint knock on my door. Quic
kly, I sat up straight and put my hands at my sides.
“Who is it?” I called out, even though I knew the answer.
“Santa Claus,” Ryan’s voice called out from the other side. “May I come in?”
“Only if you’re bringing presents.” I said and smiled to myself. A hard package, please.
The door swung open and Ryan stepped inside with a smile on his face. In his hand, he was holding the seashell that I’d picked from the ocean floor. He’d drilled a small hole in it and inserted a small metal ring, which was attached to a long silver chain. “How’s this?” He asked and held the necklace up in the air.
I stared back at him for a few seconds, smiling stupidly. “It’s… beautiful! How did you finish it so fast?”
Ryan shrugged. “I had all the tools and materials on hand in the shed, so I just needed to assemble it. Don’t tell your mother, but I borrowed the chain from one of her necklaces that she never uses…”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” I said and giggled. “She won’t notice anyway.”
“Probably not,” Ryan agreed. “Come here, I’ll put it on you.”
I got up from the bed and skipped towards him excitedly, feeling my breasts bounce slightly from the movement. I stopped beside him and turned away, holding my hair up with my hands. Ryan’s hands placed the chain around my neck and secured it at the back of my neck. His warm hands brushed against my bare skin, causing a shiver to shoot through me.
“There,” He said and leaned back to admire his work. “It looks even more beautiful on you.”
I turned around and looked up into his eyes. It felt different to look onto his eyes now, almost intimidating. We’d talked so much in the past, but now I could barely get a single word out. My hand reached up and brushed against the shell. It felt heavy around my neck, but in a wood way. “Thanks,” I said shyly. “Not just for the necklace, but for saving me earlier.”
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