by Quell T Fox
“Hello?”
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Not much, what’s wrong?”
“Can you pick me up?”
“Tell me where you are.”
Chapter 15
Charlotte
I sit in the car, staring out at the lake. The air conditioner blows over my skin, making me colder than I feel on the inside.
I’m so confused by my feelings. I don’t know what to think or what to do. I should be on my mother’s side no matter what, but I can’t. I feel so angry with her. How could she do that to Jonathan? He’s done nothing but be kind to her. It’s hard to find a man as good as Jonathan… The nice guys always get treated like crap, walked all over, and it’s why they turn into bitter assholes.
But am I upset with Mom over what she did, or am I upset with her for hurting and betraying Jonathan? Does it matter? And am I upset about it because it’s wrong or because… I have feelings for him. Because I do have feelings for him, and no matter how much I don’t want those feelings to be there, they are. And it just seems that no matter how much I tell myself we can’t be together, the universe keeps pushing us closer.
There is nothing standing in our way now. Nothing.
I’m not underage. I’m not living in my mother’s house. He’s single.
Jonathan is single.
He is so fucking single.
A warm hand takes my own, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Do you feel like talking yet?”
I look over to the man in the driver’s seat. I take in the way he looks, the messy hair, the sharp chin, the firm arms.
I shake my head. “I don’t feel like talking,” I say softly.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I have too much on my mind, that’s the problem.” I look over to him. “Make it all go away?”
“I think I can manage that.”
Michael leans over the center of the truck, his hand reaching for my face. He pulls me close to him, taking my mouth, and sliding his tongue in without hesitation.
It’s bright out today, but I can see dark clouds over in the distance. They’ll be here soon enough, bringing rain and hopefully thunder along too. It’s the middle of the day, but that doesn’t stop Michael from sliding his fingers into my shorts and playing with my clit.
There is no one else here, just Michael and I. There usually isn’t this early on. It's not a well known spot, it’s also not all that nice for people to want to be here. Teenagers come here at night to fuck. Doesn’t usually happen during the day like this, but I am not complaining at all. I need the distraction.
Michael licks and sucks on my neck while his fingers slide in and out of me. I pull the lever on the chair to lean back. My hand goes to the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin. My hips thrust forward with each plunge of his fingers, causing them to go in even deeper.
“Harder,” I whisper. He laughs softly into my neck but delivers, driving his fingers as deep as he can. Pulling them out and slamming back in. “You’re going to make me come,” I say, my voice breathy.
“Yeah, come for me. Come all over my fingers, baby.” I tighten around him and he pushes his fingers deep inside of me, wiggling them and stroking my clit, making my orgasm hit even harder.
Michael definitely knows what he’s doing when it comes to the female body. And it’s something I could get used to.
According to society’s standards, Michael is a good choice. He’s a decent guy, good job, my age. But most of all… he isn’t my stepdad. Or ex-stepdad.
Do I like Michael as a person? Yeah, he’s not so bad. He’s funny, charming, and good looking. I’m not sure I could see myself being with him…
Because he’s not Jonathan.
I tell my subconscious to shut up.
If Michael is okay with whatever this is we have going on, then so am I. He knows I go to school five hours away. He’s not stupid. He can’t expect me to quit my life to stay here with him, can he?
No, he’s not that kind of person.
I laugh quietly as I catch my breath, looking over to find Michael staring at me with heat in his eyes. And all I can think of is how Jonathan looked at me this morning. The same type of stare only… more.
Michael is great in bed, but I know Jonathan is better. Even though we haven’t made it that far, I just know it.
Why can’t I get him off my mind?
“How was that? Clear your mind okay?”
“Almost.” He raises an eyebrow and my eyes dip to the bulge in his pants as I bite my bottom lip. “Think I need a little more though.”
I pull off my shorts before I climb over to his side, straddling his hips and freeing his cock, sliding down onto it slowly. Riding him does the trick, keeps my mind from worrying about a million things. The only problem is, the entire time I’m imagining Jonathan beneath me, not Michael.
It’s dark when I finally make it home. Mom isn’t here and I assume she’s gone to work already.
Jonathan’s car is gone and I know he isn’t here either.
And he isn’t coming back.
Part of me is happy about that. Out of sight, out of mind.
Cause that worked so well the last time. You were five hours away for a whole year and he was still on your mind.
I groan as I pull out my keys and let myself into the empty house, closing and locking the door behind me.
I’ve never liked being in this big house alone.
I drop my bag and keys onto my bed and head for the shower, needing to wash the sweat and bodily fluids off of my skin. Dressing in pajamas, I get into bed and send Jace a text. I feel bad that I haven’t said much to him. I suck as a friend. Hell, I’ve barely talked to Izzy since being here and I know she’s probably miserable too.
Jace and I chat for a few hours through text, and it’s a different type of distraction I didn’t know I needed. His mom is doing better, which makes me happy for him, but she’s not quite out of the clear yet. It seems every time they think it’s time for her to go, she bounces back, shocking everyone.
Jace: I’d love to spend more time with you and I’m sorry it isn’t working out that way.
Me: Don’t be sorry, Jace. Your mom comes first.
I love how sweet and caring he is. I really do. We make plans to hang out again, hoping to grab a movie or something mindless.
Jace: Still friends?
Me: Of course. Text me whenever you need. I’m here to talk.
Jace: Thank you. 3>
The alert on my phone pops up, telling me my battery is low. I plug it in with a plan to head downstairs and watch TV. I’m not tired, my mind is running, and I know I won’t be able to settle down for sleep. But my phone dings and I check it before I go anywhere.
Jonathan: If riding my cock is what you wanted, you could have just said that. I’d gladly allow that perfect pussy anywhere on my body.
My eyes bulge out of my head. What the…
Is he following me? Did he see me and Michael today? No, of course not. He must be just saying things to rile me up. But that is an awfully big coincidence. My phone dings again.
Jonathan: I said you were mine. I meant it. Bringing guys home to fuck will only make your punishment worse once I get my hands on that ass.
He saw me and Michael? Here? My face heats with embarrassment. How? He wasn’t home, was he? Did he sneak back in and I didn’t know? I feel awkward at the thought of someone watching me, yet at the same time… it’s exciting. I hate how my body responds to him, even though he isn’t here. Just his words excite me. The thought of him punishing me. It’s… fuck, why do I like it?
He is single.
He is fucking single.
My mom was cheating on him.
And because I am weak for him, and everything keeps pointing to me going forward with this, I send him a text back.
Me: Maybe that’s my plan.
He responds almost immediately.
Jonathan: Such a naughty girl you
are, Charlotte.
Chapter 16
Jonathan
She likes to play games.
That much I know.
I don’t know what it is about Charlotte Evans, but she brings out parts of me I want to see more of. Parts of me I want to experience as often as I can. I can’t get enough of her, or myself when I’m with her.
Before meeting Charlotte’s mother, I’d been acting like I was still in college. Partying most nights, uncountable one night stands. Hell, it’s the only reason I bought a bar in the first place. And still to this day I’m surprised I managed to keep it afloat instead of drinking myself into debt.
But then one day, it just hit me. I was getting older. I wanted to settle down. I was sick of the hangovers, the fair weather friends… I was sick of being nothing.
I met Allison one night at the hospital where she was working, bringing in a buddy who had way too much to drink. I asked her out, and she agreed. We went out on a date, and I thought things could be good with her. Normal. She had her shit together. Fuck, she had a kid. But I wanted a family, so it wasn’t a deal breaker. Sure, a little scary, but Charlotte wasn’t really a kid at the time. Not even close. She was already almost legal.
I knew I needed to change my way of living. Especially after that night I’d brought Scott to the hospital… knowing he could have died, it changed something in me.
So, I dropped the shitty friends, stayed home on the weekends, cut down on the drinking and partying, and hired a manager for the bar. Not too long after, I was moving in with Allison and her daughter. Completely flipped my life around.
And maybe I should be upset that Allison cheated on me after being together for so long. Went off and had sex with someone else, but I’m not. It’s not like we’d fucked any time recently. If I’m being honest, things have been stale for a while. I think we both got into this for the wrong reasons. But more than any of that, I didn’t change my life for her, I changed my life for me. She gave me the opportunity to do that, and I won’t regret it. Not for a second because I got to meet her.
Charlotte.
Fucking Charlotte.
That girl does things to me I don’t even know how to explain.
She’s gorgeous and sexy and has no fucking idea how crazy she makes me. She’s a fucking tease. I want to own her in every possible way that I can. She belongs to me, she always has. I don’t know how to explain what I feel for her. It’s dark and it’s primal and it’s confusing as fuck. Knowing I’m old enough to be her father… it should bother me. And hell, it did for a while, but now? I don’t care about the age difference. All I care about is my face buried between her legs, her lips wrapped around my cock… something I haven’t had yet, but will so very soon.
After she started playing those little games with me recently, I had a feeling she would take things to the next level. She enjoyed being punished and I knew she would do whatever it took to get punished by me again. I enjoy the chase, and my naughty girl, she wants to be chased whether she thinks it or not. But that’s why she has me, to tell her exactly what she wants and needs, because my baby doesn’t know any better. Not yet.
I see how she reacts to me. How her breath catches in her throat, her pupils dilate. Hell, I can practically smell the arousal from her like a goddamn animal.
Her pushing me away, it was because of her mother. I get that. I could have told her about the state of our relationship from the beginning, but it wasn’t my place. But now that she knows, now that it’s all out there, there is nothing to worry about. We can continue this little game without a worry in the world. Things can be different now that her mother and I are officially apart, now that I live in a separate place. They can change for the better. Now, there is nothing holding me back from taking Charlotte.
I don’t know why I like playing games with that sweet girl, but I do. God, I fucking do. And as much as she pretends to not like it, I know she does. I know she touches herself to me. I’ve heard my name on her lips on more than one occasion.
My baby likes games, and I want to play.
My cock was hard during the entire wedding, watching how she slid her arms around that guy, knowing she was thinking about me. The way he touched her, and I knew she was wishing it was me instead. Every action of hers was because she wanted my hands on her instead. My hands spanking her ass for being naughty, my fingers buried in her pussy, and my mouth bringing her to orgasm.
Me.
It’s always been me.
It’s why I put the cameras in the house before she came home.
I knew she would like it. Well, she will once she puts two and two together and realizes what I’ve done.
I know her better than she thinks.
Seeing the wet spot she left for me on the chair… Fuck, what that did to me.
I watched her bring herself to orgasm in the chair I’ve come in so many fucking times I’ve lost count. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything more sexy than that. Something about her doing it in my room, on my chair, knowing how naughty she was being…
I’ve watched her bring herself to orgasm in her own bed countless times, my name on her lips. And I saw how she took control with that guy from the wedding. How she invited him over, rode his cock, took what she wanted.
It should anger me, make me jealous.
It should.
But it doesn’t.
Because I know it’s all for me.
Chapter 17
Charlotte
He grips me around the waist with one arm, pulling me forward, bending me over his knee. He flips the skirt of my dress up and brings his hand down on my ass, hard. The sound is loud and the sting is harsh, but it feels so good.
“Does my girl like that?” he asks softly.
He rubs the sore flesh before bringing his hand up and doing it again.
I cry out, but my whimpering turns into a moan.
“Yes, I think you do.”
Jonathan bends forward, placing a soft kiss right over the spot he’s now slapped twice. The spot that is now aching and raw. His fingers trail up my thighs, and his hands spread my legs apart.
“Look at this pussy. Shining and glistening with wetness.” He trails one finger from my clit to my hole, circling it slowly.
He removes his finger from me. “Mmm, you taste so good.”
He pulls his finger from his mouth with a pop and brings it back to my clit, using just the one to rub small, gentle circles. Teasing. I’m so wet and needy and sensitive. My legs begin to shake.
“I quite like seeing you bent over my knee like this,” he says, his finger still bringing me pleasure. “You like it too, I can see.” He slides a finger inside, so fucking slowly before pulling it out and moving back to my clit. “Come for me, sweet girl. Let me watch your pussy drip for me.”
He’s barely touching me, brushing against my swollen nub so slowly but it doesn’t matter. I’m so turned on that it’s all I need. The orgasm strikes, my body tensing up and shaking with pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Come for daddy.”
I wake up with a layer of sweat coating my entire body. I know I’m going to need a shower but my core is aching to be touched.
Fuck, that dream felt so real. I look at the clock and note that Mom won’t be home for at least another hour.
I throw the thin sheet off of me, taking a quick glance around my room but I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. My desk sits against the wall at the foot of my bed. To the left of that is a tall bookshelf filled with memories of mine. A dresser is to my right, and on my left is the closet.
If he’s watching me… how? Where?
I sit myself up against my headboard and slide my hand into my shorts finding myself wetter than I’ve ever been before. Using two fingers, I slide them around my entrance, gathering up the slick fluid and bringing it up to my clit. My head falls back to the headboard as I begin to slowly bring myself the orgasm I need.
My phone dings.
I ignore it.
This
is more important.
I work myself up, moving quickly across my clit until my legs are shaking and I feel like I’m going to come, and then I stop. I take a few breaths before starting to circle my clit again. I feel it throb beneath my fingers and right before it’s too late, I stop, knowing how intense it’ll be once I finally give in, the pleasure more intense.
Another ping of my phone.
Finally, when I can’t take it anymore, I keep going, allowing myself the orgasm that I so desperately need. My mouth falls open with a silent cry and my hand grips the sheet, bunching it between my fingers.
My phone dings again but I barely hear it this time, too caught up in the pleasure.
I slowly peel my eyes open, looking around my room again with a smirk on my face.
When my phone dings again, I look over to it on my end table and see the most recent text.
Jonathan: Lick those fingers clean. Don’t waste a single drop.
So he can see me. It should creep me out. Knowing he has a camera set up in my room somewhere, but something about it excites me. Something about it makes me want to play. I want to anger him, make him jealous. I want him to want to punish me.
He doesn’t know who he is up against.
I tilt my head to the side, bringing my fingers to my mouth and wrapping my lips around them. I swirl my tongue around, tasting myself before I pull them out.
Ding…
Jonathan: Good girl.
After a nice hot shower to clean up all the sweat, I get dressed and head downstairs to get some breakfast. I find the house empty, which is expected. As I’m sitting at the table eating my cereal, I check my phone. I had three other messages from Jonathan before the one I saw.