Love Unexpected

by Q. B. Tyler

  Fuck. I’m going to come soon.

  The thought that I am about to have an orgasm by dry humping my stepdaughter fuels my hormones and makes me even harder and more desperate for my release. We kiss for I don’t know how long, my lips exploring every inch of her face, neck, and chest as she finds the weak spot behind my ear and a spot on my neck. I can feel her sweet pussy leaking all over me and with every thrust, my cock glides easily over her making a mess between us. After what feels like hours of kissing, she pulls back. Her lips are swollen and wet with my saliva and her skin is slightly red from my beard. My God, she’s beautiful.

  “Dominic…” Her curly ponytail has gotten slightly wilder and more unkempt and I can’t help but think she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.

  “Stassi, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her honestly and her eyes widen before she looks away from me towards the door.

  “Really?” Her eyes are full of shock and I can tell by the way the goosebumps appear all over her skin that she’s pleased with my comment. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  “Do you want…” She pauses and I run my hand up her back and into her hair. In the back of my mind, I know what she’s about to ask. She wants to cross another line. She wants to go further than fucking with our clothes on. I want to tell her no. Tell her that we can’t go further than we are right now. That even this is too far.

  Instead, I probe her to ask her question.

  “Do I want what? Tell me, baby.”

  “Do you want to see…more of me?” She nibbles on her bottom lip. My cock jolts in response and she must feel it because she gasps and smiles devilishly. “You do, don’t you?”

  No. Tell her no, you sick fuck. This is Angela’s daughter. My subconscious is screaming at me and yet I can’t bring myself to tell her no. Another part is screaming even louder and I can’t ignore the pain not only in my cock but in my heart over telling her no.

  As much as I want to continue this argument with myself, I know I need to answer Stassi and I know what she wants to hear; more importantly what I want to say.

  “Yes,” I tell her honestly. “But…not here. Not yet.”

  “Where and…when?” She lifts an eyebrow at me as if to say, now is the perfect time.

  “I want to take my time, Stassi. One step at a time,” I whisper. I’m breaking about a thousand rules right now, and though parts of it feel right, I don’t want to overwhelm myself or Stassi by going too fast.

  “Okay.” She lets out a breath and looks around the room. She’s still seated on top of me and I wonder if she needs a break from the dizzying intimacy we’ve been engaged in. “In case it isn’t obvious…I want more.” Her lips part and a tiny gasp escapes her lips as she rubs herself against me.

  “I don’t know that it can go past this weekend; you know, that right?”

  She nods but I see the sadness in her eyes over the thought. “Our secret.”

  I lift her chin and cock my head slowly to the side. “You’re sure about this? The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. But you’re eighteen and you seem to be sure about what you want. You seem to be sure about taking this step with me.”

  “I want it, Dominic, please.” She begs and cuddles against me rubbing her perfectly manicured hands over my chest. “I want you so bad I can’t take it.” She frowns and rolls her eyes.

  “Why?” I ask her. If we were going to take this step, I want to know why all of a sudden she sees me differently. Why I’m no longer the man that drives her insane and who she drives equally insane. She’s spent the last eight or so years arguing with me about everything and now she wants me sexually? I’m struggling to wrap my brain around it just as I’m struggling to rationalize the choices I’m making as her stepfather.

  “I don’t know, Dominic.” She bites her bottom lip and hops up from my lap. She knows this is an important conversation and not one that she can have in my lap. “I know this is wrong.”

  “So, fucking wrong,” I add.

  “But these last few months I’ve seen how well you take care of me, how much you love me. How you’ve put your feelings aside to help me heal.”

  “But that doesn’t mean…”

  “No, I didn’t say it did.” She points at me and begins to pace the room slowly. “But you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” She stops and looks at me. “Safe, protected, loved…special…sexy…” She trails off. “You make me feel like a woman.” She moves back towards me and lets one strap of her dress slide down her arm revealing her entire shoulder. “You make me feel like you want me as your woman.”

  I swallow at her words, hating that they affect me so much. What is she doing to me? “I’m not asking to date or for your hand in marriage, Dominic. I’m asking for one weekend and then we go back home and pretend none of this happened.” She bites her bottom lip and lets out a deep breath. “I’m a virgin and I just…I want my first time to mean something.”

  Her words knock the wind out of me. I wasn’t sure she was sexually active, but she’d always had boys sniffing around her so I just assumed that she’d lost her virginity somewhere along the way. It isn’t like we had an open dialogue. I just assumed her mother handled that. The idea that I would be the first inside of her makes a feeling of possession shoot through me like a bolt of lightning.

  I get up and make my way towards her, prepared to give in to whatever she wants when the universe decides to step in, in what I can only assume is some kind of warning.

  She looks away from me towards the jarring noise from inside of her purse alerting her of a phone call. “It’s probably Trent. Let me just silence my phone.” She walks across the room and I drink her in from her feet to her eyes, memorizing every part of her. I’m so mesmerized by this goddess in front of me that I don’t realize she answers the phone. “Micah?”

  Micah? The fuck?

  “It’s so late…?” Immediately, I move towards her prepared to snatch the phone from her hand. The movement must catch her attention because she looks up at me and holds a hand up to keep me from coming closer. “Oh, I’m in South Carolina…at the beach?”

  “What do you mean with who? With Dominic,” she answers like it’s the most obvious answer in the world, but I noticed a bit of hesitation before she said she’s here with me.

  She frowns and looks at me and I can read her look instantly. Speakerphone. Now. I mouth at her. She shakes her head and before I can think I’ve taken the phone from her hand and hit the button to place it on speaker.

  “I don’t trust that guy, Stassi. Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Rage flares in my veins and if it weren’t for Stassi grabbing my hand and running her fingertips up my arm, I would have ripped this asshole a new one. “I’m fine, Micah. Dominic is the most trustworthy man I know.” She looks up at me, her eyes bright and innocent and a feeling of guilt floods me. Fuck.

  “He just seems very…intense about you. Like how a boyfriend would feel about his girlfriend.” Fuck. I know I was a little over the top at graduation but I didn’t think it was that obvious. But maybe just to an outsider who didn’t know us very well. I know Stassi’s grandparents don’t see it that way. At least, I fucking hope they don’t.

  “That’s absurd, Micah. You don’t know him or me for that matter and my mother, his wife, just died. He’s just overprotective.”

  “I don’t think that’s it and I don’t love the idea of you being alone with him on some fucking vacation, Stassi.” I’m fed the fuck up with this guy. He actually thinks he has any fucking say when it came to Stassi? Even if she wasn’t eighteen and could make her own decisions. He’s so delusional, I’d think it was comical if he didn’t piss me off so much.

  “Well, it’s a good thing that what you do or do not love doesn’t make a difference to me. I’m eighteen and you don’t exactly get a say just because you’re jealous of his role in my life.” She looks up at me and then down at the ph
one. “Micah, we can talk when I get back.”

  “Wait, Stassi,” he pleads.

  “Goodbye, Micah.” She hangs up and immediately puts her phone on silent before tossing it back in her purse and turning back to me. “I’m sorry I answered.”

  I back away from her and I see the hurt written all over her face as if she knows what I’m about to say. “He’s worried about you…in his own way.”

  She scoffs and takes a step towards me. “Are you joking?”

  I shrug and move out of the living room and into the kitchen, suddenly needing a drink or something to calm my racing heart. “He doesn’t trust me.”

  “He has no reason not to.”

  “Oh?” I pull off the top of the Macallan 18 bottle and pour myself a small glass before sitting it back on the counter. “I don’t think dry humping my stepdaughter makes me very trustworthy. I’m sure he wouldn’t be thrilled to hear what happened here tonight. He’d be about ready to kill me.”

  “Why do you care what he thinks?”

  “I don’t, but he’s worried about you being here with me and he’s spot on. I don’t care about his opinion but I do care about your grandparents’ opinions. Pam will kill me if she ever finds out.”

  “No one is going to find out. We said, our secret, remember?”

  “But…” I start and she shakes her head and moves around the counter.

  “No buts. No one is going to know. It’s just you and me here.” She slides her hand into my back pocket and squeezes slightly before hopping up on the counter and leans back slightly. Her dress moves up her legs to the point that I can almost see those sheer silky panties that have been rubbing against my cock all night.

  Her eyes find my crotch and she moves her bare foot up to stroke the space. “Is this you or me?” she asks and when I look down and see the wet spot on my slacks. I’m hard again and the prior conversation forgotten.

  “Probably a little of both. You were soaking me, baby.”

  “I can’t help it. You make me this way,” she whispers. She pulls her dress up slightly more and before I can ask her to wait, her hand is under her dress and between her legs. “I’ve never been this wet before.”

  “You said you were a virgin…has any guy, anyone made you wet before?” I briefly wonder if she and Kate have experimented. If they practiced on each other while they prepared to fool around with a guy.

  “Anyone, huh? Are you asking if I’ve ever messed around with a girl?”

  I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry, and I down the contents of the tumbler as I prepare for her answer. “You’re curious if I kissed a girl and I liked it?” She gives me a cheeky smile as she continues to swing her legs back and forth. “If I kissed a girl somewhere other than her lips?”

  My cock feels like it’s about to explode in my slacks, so I grab my dick, adjusting it and making it so it’s not pointing at her so obscenely.

  “Is this conversation making you hard, Dominic?”

  “What do you think, Stassi?” I lower my face so that we are eye to eye. “You’re teasing me and you’re enjoying it.”

  “What is it with guys and girl on girl anyway?”

  “I’m not particularly into girl on girl,” I tell her honestly. I mean I’m a man, which means by law I don’t hate it, but if asked my preferences, I typically liked pornography that involves a man and a woman.

  “Liar.”

  “No seriously. I’m into you. Thinking about you with another guy would make me lose my fucking mind, but you and another girl? It doesn’t make me quite so irate.”

  “Well, I hate to kill the mood, but I’ve never physically messed around with a girl. Kate and I kissed once on a dare, but that’s about as far as my lesbian experiences go…in person that is.”

  I’m curious about her qualifier, but I have another question I’d like to know first. “Would you ever want to…go further?”

  Her cheeks turn crimson, and a part of me is glad I’ve embarrassed her with the way she’s been torturing me all night. “I’ve thought about it…” she starts. “Touched myself thinking about…that. But Cosmo says that’s normal,” she recites.

  “What? Thinking about fucking a girl?” I cock my head and she huffs indignantly.

  “I’m serious. I’m not saying I would! I just…I don’t know. I may have…umm…sexted once.” Ah, so that’s what she meant.

  “With a girl?” She nods. “Who?”

  “Someone online. It was nothing.”

  “Glad to know those parental controls we set up worked.” I roll my eyes at the restrictions we had in place for the internet to keep her out of trouble.

  “It was some girl from another state, and it was only once. We never met up or anything.” I don’t respond, because I want her to continue on her own accord. “Do you want to know what we talked about? How far we…went?”

  “Yes.” A part of me can’t believe that I’m asking her for the dirty details of her sapphic fantasy but, on the other hand, I can’t believe I’m contemplating putting my mouth on her pussy…tonight.

  “She told me she had a vibrator and that she wanted to use it on me. That she wanted to slide it into my pussy and make me orgasm all over it.” She takes a deep breath. “Then she wanted me to suck my orgasm off of it.”

  “Fuck.” I take a step back and shake my head. “Are you fucking with me right now?”

  “Why…is it working?” The cheekiness in her voice makes me wonder if this is all bullshit to try and get me worked up. But I’m not quite sure. And that is what’s keeping me hard as granite. Is it the truth or not?

  “Yes,” I tell her honestly.

  “How would you feel if I told you that she wanted to rub her cunt against mine until she orgasmed? Scissoring, I believe they call it?” A devilish smirk finds her lips as she stares up at me through thick full eyelashes. “She wanted me to make her come just using my pussy.”

  “Stassia,” I groan as she hops off the counter and begins to walk towards me. With every step backwards I take, she takes another step closer, until I’m backed up against a wall and quite frankly terrified of this eighteen-year-old in front of me, goading me.

  “She said she’d rub her clit against mine until I came so hard, I saw stars. Direct quote.” She winks and slides her hand up my shoulder. “Do you think you could make me come so hard I see stars? I am rather fond of astronomy, you know.” She stands up on her tiptoes, her body completely pressed against mine as she actually purrs against me.

  “What am I going to do with you?” I whisper as I tug on her ponytail and run my lips down her cheek.

  “I think you’ll come up with something,” she says before she turns and grabs the whiskey from the counter. “I’ll be upstairs. Waiting.”

  * * *

  I hear him shuffling downstairs, and it gives me a chance to calm my nerves. I don’t know what enticed me to share my experience with VABCHbabe. I didn’t even know her name, just that she lived by Virginia Beach and that she’d recently figured out that she liked girls a little bit more than she liked guys. She hadn’t told anyone, I guess—except me. We talked on and off for a few days before things escalated one night when I was a bit too high and she was a little too drunk. But it turned out to be one of the most erotic experiences of my life, and until today I hadn’t told anyone. Not even Kate.

  I hadn’t ever felt anything for a woman before or after that, but something about that night makes me wonder if there’s just a side of me I haven’t explored. Maybe I’ll never explore it further. Maybe I’m just one of those girls who enjoys watching or reading girl on girl but never engages in it. I shrug as I begin to pace the length of Dominic’s room, preparing for him to come upstairs.

  A tremor moves through me and although I’m ready, a part of me is nervous. Not just about taking this step, but about taking this step with Dominic. I know I talked a big game that it will be like nothing happened when we return home, but…is that realistic? Will I be able to look at him the same after he’s
fucked me all over this house?

  I can’t help the smile that creeps over my face at the thought of doing just that for the next two days. A thought flies across my mind as the door creaks and when I spin around the thought flies from my mouth just as quickly. “I want to have sex in the pool.”

  His eyes ping pong from me to the bathroom to the bed back to me as if he isn’t sure what I just said. “Who said we’re having sex at all?”

  “Now who’s teasing?” I ask. We hadn’t come all this way to just stop. I don’t want to stop and neither does he. I just need him to stop thinking so much.

  “Stassi…” He rubs his hand over his face and groans as he moves towards me. “I…this is a lot.”

  Fuck this. I think to myself. Initially, I wanted him to peel this dress off of me, kissing every inch of skin as it became exposed, but clearly, I’m going to have to do all the work. I roll my eyes to myself, knowing that if I want it, I’m going to have to take it.

  Before he can say another word, I’ve pulled my dress up over my head, revealing my tits and more importantly the ring that went through my nipple that I know drives men wild. Most of the guys know I have it, thanks to Kate’s big mouth and they were constantly asking me to show them until one day Carter threatened to beat the shit out of them.

  “Fuck.” He groans and before he can move towards me, I move towards his suitcase and fetch one of his t-shirts, sliding it over my half naked body.