by Q. B. Tyler
I let out a sigh that I hope sounds as sexy as it does in my own ears. “It smells like you,” I tell him as I raise the neckline to my nose and take a deep inhale. I climb on his bed and stretch out, loving the feeling of his cool blankets on my heated skin.
“I…saw something. Unless my mind is playing tricks on me.” He moves towards the bed and toes off his shoes before climbing onto the bed next to me.
My heart pounds as we’re now on a bed, preparing to lie down and potentially continue what we were doing downstairs in far less clothes. “What did you see?” I ask, knowing exactly what he’s referring to.
A wicked smirk plays on his lips as his fingers make their way underneath my shirt to touch my stomach gently. My skin tingles in anticipation of what’s to come. His fingers move up higher and higher until they’re right beneath my bare breasts making my nipples harden into points as his tips stroke the sensitive skin. My pussy clenches in response and my bottom lip finds its way between my teeth.
“Dominic.” I moan just as his fingers find my left nipple. I hold my breath as his eyes find mine and then without a word, he lifts my shirt, revealing my breasts to his eyes and more importantly the ring that goes through my left nipple.
“What…how…? When did you get this?” He tugs slightly on the silver star sitting against my brown skin and I whimper.
“Last year.”
“When you were seventeen?” He wets his lips as a guilty look floats across his face and clears his throat. “Fuck, when you were seventeen…which was only a few months ago.”
“Don’t stop…” I breathe out, hoping that he’s not getting in his own head again about the fact that we’re here. Not that I would blame him, I’m having a hard enough time not obsessing over the fact that my stepfather is lying between my legs rubbing my tits. Even if this is all my doing, the feeling is fucking surreal. His fingers surround the puckered nipple and he rolls it between his fingers. Goosebumps rise on every inch of my body and I let out a breath to steady my breathing.
“How?”
“I have a fake.” I clear my throat. “Not for alcohol,” I clarify, because deep down even though the lines are blurred, I still don’t want him disappointed in me. Well, anymore. “I just wanted it for this and for tattoos.”
“Are you going to tell me what your tattoo means?” He brushes his fingers down my side. “I know what’s happening…between us doesn’t make me seem very trustworthy, but you can tell me—”
“No.” I interrupt and I grab his face so he’ll look at me. “What’s happening…what I’m asking…it means I trust you the most.”
He looks back down at my tits before looking back up at me in question. I can hear it as clearly as if he asked it. I nod, wanting to know what my breast would feel like in his mouth. “Please,” I beg.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and then that same tongue, that sinful tongue that’s been in my mouth for much of tonight, drags along my breast. He circles my piercing with it and then his hot wet mouth sucks my puckered nipple inside. “Fuck,” I groan. He’s still lying between my legs, so I can’t rub them together in attempts to stoke the growing inferno between them, but I try, my body desperate for any type of relief. “Dominic.”
He bites down gently and I hear the sound of metal against his teeth. Fuck, that sounds so hot. “Is…is anything else pierced?”
My eyes fly open in question. “Are you asking…if my pussy is pierced?”
“Yes.” His husky voice makes the fire spread from my pussy throughout my whole body.
I contemplate telling him the truth, but I want more in this moment. So. Much. More. “Do you want to see for yourself?”
“Fuck, Stassia.” He moves his lips to my other breast, his blue eyes boring into mine as he suckles the flesh. “I have to know, has anyone kissed you here?” His hand snakes down and rubs me gently through my wet panties.
I bite my bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Who?” he growls and I yelp when he bites down harder on my breast.
“Guy from school.”
“What. Fucking. Guy?” he growls again.
I grab his dark luscious hair and pull his head away from my breast to stare into his eyes, his mouth slick with his spit that’s glistening on my breasts. “You can’t be jealous when you’ve been banging my mother for years.”
I chastise myself for my knee jerk reaction to his caveman attitude as I fully expect my comment to be the end of this tryst. “Watch me,” he says and a wicked smirk plays at his lips, goading me.
“Carter James,” I tell him. “He eats me out sometimes.”
“Do you come?”
“Yes.”
“Hard?”
“Not so hard I saw stars or anything.” I smirk at my reference to earlier.
He chuckles. “I can promise you, I can make you come harder than any fuckstick at that school. Harder than anyone…”
“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Better yet, why don’t you put your mouth where my pussy is?”
He swallows. “I don’t…I don’t know that I can…yet.” He tells me as he falls to my side, putting a hand over his eyes. “I’m struggling to figure out how the fuck we got here?”
I huff, officially over this back and forth, this push and pull. In books it’s delicious but in reality, it’s fucking annoying. I’m ready to explore my sexuality completely with this man and the fact that he’s holding up the process every step of the way is beginning to irritate me. “I’ve explained how I got here, but since you aren’t getting it, I’ll give you another reason. You’re a man and I’m a woman. We’re grieving. It happens.”
“Not with you. It shouldn’t happen with you. You’re my—”
“That’s what makes it even hotter.” I cut him off, knowing where he’s going with that and I climb on top of him to straddle him. My panties aren’t doing much to hide the wetness between my legs, and I can smell my arousal in the air. My God, I pray he can too. “Seriously, don’t you watch stepfather/ stepdaughter porn?”
Blue shocked eyes bore into mine. “Who said that?”
“I know all things.” I smirk at him and lean down brushing my lips over his. “Would it make you feel better to hear that I sucked his dick too?”
“It certainly does not,” he growls as he grabs my forearms in the same deliciously painful way, he grabbed my hips earlier.
“So jealous.” I tsk. “So jealous when he has no reason to be. Would you like to see my skills?” I smile at him and I can feel his heart pounding under my hands. “Would you like me to suck your dick, Daddy?” He doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me as I begin rocking myself against his dick. “He always comes in my mouth.” I bite my bottom lip for emphasis. “I swallow.”
“Do you?”
I nod. “He…he wants to fuck me. I tell him no.”
“That’s…good. I’m proud of you. These boys will get you into trouble so fast.”
“And you?”
“What about me?”
“Will you get me into trouble?”
“No, Stassia. We can’t…I can’t fuck you,” he says but his body language says something different. His hands are resting possessively on my hips and every few moments he thrusts upward, driving his very hard dick up into me.
“But why? I know you want to.”
“Of course, I want to. Look at you. You’re a walking wet dream. You know how many men I’ve had to stare down when we go out?”
“No?”
“You can’t not notice. You’ve got this tiny fucking waist and these perfectly round tits.” His hands move from my waist to my breasts and he squeezes. “I can see the fantasy in their eyes when you walk by them.” He pinches my nipple and flicks my piercing. “And now I know you have this,” he tugs. “No more bras. I want to see this all the time. Poking through your shirt. Fuck, better yet, just go topless.”
“Okay,” I agree without a second thought. “Well, wait,
I feel like this deal is one-sided. What’s in it for me?”
“What do you want?”
“You know what I want, Dominic.” I knew I should have struck when we were downstairs. Now he’s had time to clear his head and calm the raging hard-on he had earlier. Now he’s thinking this is a bad idea.
“Besides that.”
I grab his hand and set it on his chest before sitting on top of it. I smirk at the look he gives me when he feels how wet I am for the first time. “Will you at least touch me?”
“I…I think the second I see your pussy, I’ll lose my mind.”
“That’s not a no…besides, having a mind is…overrated,” I whisper. “I can help you look for it after my orgasm.”
He laughs loudly and I smile at the ability to bring humor to this intimate yet scary moment. “God, I love you, Stassia.”
I frown at his words, wondering what he means. “Like a daughter?”
“Like a daughter.” He clears his throat. “And something else. Something I don’t understand.”
“Like…your lover?”
“You can’t be my lover, Stassia. It’s wrong.”
I cock an eyebrow and head in tandem. “You’ve kissed me and left hickeys on my tits, I think we’re way past wrong.”
“I helped raise you,” he counters.
“No one knows that, here.”
“I married your mother,” he argues back.
His cock jumps between us again, rubbing against my clit and I moan. “Seems like that turns you on, Daddy Dearest.”
He sits up, his pale skin glistening with sweat, and turns on the light next to my bed. “Stassia…we can’t.”
“Dominic…”
“No, Stass. I’m your stepfather and you just graduated high school.”
“So what?”
“I was your Principal. I’ve known you since you were ten years old. You know how fucked up this is?” He moves me off of him and begins to pace slowly next to the bed. “No. Fuck. I can’t believe I let things go this far. Your mother would kill me. I’m supposed to protect you and keep you safe, not…” He kneels on the floor next to his bed, and because of how tall he is, we’re almost at eye level with me sitting on the bed. “Stassia, please don’t hate me for this.”
“I don’t…I won’t hate you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He nods. “I hope you know…in another life.” He lets out a breath. “If you weren’t…you, and I wasn’t…me, I’d want you. I do want you. I just…can’t have you.”
I listen to Dominic pacing in his room for two more hours before I think he must have fallen asleep. In that time, I’ve masturbated twice thinking about my stepfather and I’m still horny. I’ve watched porn and read some erotica which only makes it clearer that the only thing I want is for the man one room over to make me come, and not much else can fill that void. I slide my shorts down my legs for the third time, prepared to fuck myself with the vibrator I’d brought along when a better idea comes to mind.
A better, bolder idea.
I leave my thong on and pull on a tight tank top over my tits before creeping out of my bedroom. I make my way down the hallway, careful not to hit the floorboards that creak louder than the others. I make my way to his room and take a deep breath, half wishing I’d snuck a shot of something. I push my way into his room and find him snoring softly on top of his covers.
Even better.
He’s shirtless, lying on his back with one hand down his shorts and one over his head. I bite my bottom lip, wanting to take a peek under his shorts but I worry that will definitely wake him up and successfully derail my plans. I move slowly to the other side of the bed and slide up next to him. The room is dark except for the moon that is illuminating the room, allowing me to see his handsome face and muscular physique. I run my gaze down the hard planes of his body and up to that chiseled stubbly jaw that I desperately want to feel scraping the skin between my thighs.
I take a deep breath, praying that this whole plan doesn’t backfire and slowly move my panties down my legs. I toss them, and I hear the wet fabric hitting the floor with a gentle thud. My eyes sweep back to Dominic, hoping he didn’t hear that, but he’s still snoring softly. I get up on my knees and before I let my nerves talk me out of it, I straddle his neck as carefully as possible. My clit throbs almost painfully at the idea of masturbating over my stepfather while he sleeps peacefully and the need to touch myself overwhelms me. I run my fingers between my wet folds and let a sigh escape from between my lips.
I begin rubbing harder and faster as my third orgasm in an hour builds in my belly. I get super wet whenever I’m turned on, so I’m not surprised that I’m already soaked and the juices are sliding down my fingers. I look down and note he’s still sleeping soundly, so I allow myself to get more into it. Rocking harder, my moves become more erratic and my breathing gets equally uneven. I’m not sure what I’m expecting if he wakes up, but I’m hoping that the scent of my pussy will make the decision for him. I close my eyes and continue to rub, moving back and forth against my hand, and just as my body starts to hum and I feel myself begin to lose control, I hear my name whispered faintly.
I freeze and with two fingers resting on my clit, I look down and see Dominic staring up at me. “Stassia, what the fuck?” he growls. He sounds angry but he makes no effort to move me from over his face. Instead, he closes his eyes and leans up slightly with his face no more than an inch from my pussy and inhales deeply.
“Have you come yet?” His pulse flickers in his neck and I can see his tongue dart out to wet his lips.
I shake my head to tell him I haven’t and without another word, he removes my fingers from inside of me. He stares at my hand for a second before they’re in his mouth, his tongue swirling around my coated fingers, and then his eyes find mine. “Put your hands on the headboard.”
“Why?”
“Because, Princess, you need leverage for when you ride my face.”
* * *
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
That’s the only word that runs through my head as I lap at Stassia’s wet cunt. I lick everything she has to offer, using my tongue to make love to her pretty clit. She’s so sensitive; every time it ghosts over it, she whines and grinds her pussy harder against my face.
Fuck. I wish I could see more. I wish I could see her pussy. See those beautiful brown eyes that can make me weak in the knees staring down at me between smooth legs.
Fuck this.
I pull back and she whimpers in protest. “I’m not stopping. I just want to see you. Hit the light,” I command and she obeys. My cock throbs at her eagerness to share her body with me especially when she peels off her top exposing that fucking nipple ring again.
I almost impaled her with my dick the second I saw it. A nipple ring and two tattoos. It’s like God made this girl with the sign that said “Insert Dominic Callahan’s dick here.”
Shame washes over me as the thought floats across my mind, but the feeling is instantly forgotten when she moves back to hover over me. “Wait. Do you want to sit on my face? Or lie on your back?”
“I…I have to choose?” Her face is innocent but I hear the implication loud and clear. Both.
“No. You don’t.” I smile up at her and she smiles back. A toothy perfect grin that I’ve only seen a handful of times and never directed at me. “You’re so gorgeous. I’ve always thought so.”
Her face falls slightly, and I wonder what’s caused this sharp change in her mood. “Because I look like my mother?”
Ah. Right. “No, because you look like you.”
I spread her lips, revealing pink slick flesh that makes my cock throb and arousal pools at the tip. I meet her hooded gaze as I take one slow lick through her folds. She convulses and I feel her legs shaking around me. “Daddy, I’m going to come,” she whispers and fuck if that doesn’t make the precum slide down my shaft.
I need these shorts off.
No! My mind screams. The second they
’re off, you’ll fuck her.
So? My dick screams in response.
I move away from her clit to spear her opening, spreading her inner folds so I can go as deep as possible. I don’t go far enough to break her hymen, only enough to feel her. I pull her off my tongue. “Ride me, baby.”
She looks down at me curiously. “How…?”
“Use the headboard to bounce yourself up and down,” I tell her.
She bites her bottom lip innocently. “Like…how I’d ride your dick?”
So, fucking sweet. “Exactly like that.”
“I want that.”
I look back and forth between her gorgeous eyes to her perfect pussy and wonder how in the world I’d be able to deny her anything; the look in her eyes tells me she knows that. “Whatever you want.” I press my lips to her sweet cunt and continue to eat her like she’s my last meal. I grip her hips as she does what I ask, bouncing her deliciously pert ass up and down as she uses my tongue to get herself off. Her hands find my hair and she must be nearing her climax because she grips the strands hard.
“I think I’m going to come,” she whispers. “Oh my God, right there. Just like that. Fuck, nothing has ever felt like this before,” she tells me and I increase my efforts. I see she likes more attention on her clit, so I focus there, rubbing my tongue fast and then slow against her. She’s been doing well at keeping herself upright but in the past few seconds, she must be succumbing to her orgasm because her pussy is directly against my mouth as she moves against me.
Fuck. This is the hottest moment of my life. I’ve been married twice and no one has ever been this uninhibited with me. My first wife rarely wanted me to eat her pussy and Stassia’s mother only wanted it if she was on her back or in the shower. Little had she known, I’d have eaten her out the second after she worked out if she’d have let me.
I grip Stassia’s ass pulling her harder against me and with one final swipe over her clit she detonates. Her flavor explodes on my tongue as she squirts down my throat. Her salty sweet arousal pours out of her and all over my lips and chin, dripping down my neck.