by Q. B. Tyler
“Boring. I’m so pissed I got grounded and can’t be down there with you on the beach getting my tan on. The freaking warden won’t even let me out to go to the pool and I’m losing my color.” I chuckle at her reference to her mother though I’m glad she is on lockdown. It would have been a very different trip otherwise. “Is it weird being there with just Dominic?”
My lips form a straight line and I’m grateful she can’t see my face because she’d be able to read the lies instantly. “Eh, not really. He mostly stays to himself and I’ve been living by the pool.” As if my conversation with Kate causes him to manifest, Dominic strolls down our back stairs and towards me carrying two bottles of water and a bowl of something. He’s wearing only red swim trunks, baring his sculpted chest and torso with a smattering of hair that goes down his stomach to a part of him I’ve recently gotten to know very well. A thought flashes through my mind that perhaps I could know that appendage even better.
I bite my bottom lip wondering how he’d taste and a smile forms on his face as if in response—as if he can hear my thoughts. He pulls his sunglasses from his face as he sits beneath the umbrella with me and points at the phone.
“Alright Kate, I have to go, my grandma is calling me on the other line,” I lie, knowing I have no real reason to get off the phone other than wanting to continue the kiss from this morning with Dominic.
“K, call me later!” she chirps before hanging up and I toss the phone onto the chair behind me.
“Hey,” I grab the sunscreen from my bag and hand it to him. “Mind getting the rest of my back?” I turn my back to him and I feel the heat radiating from his skin as he moves closer to me and sets his legs on either side of me. Fingers at the back of my neck untie the strings holding them together and I look down in time to see my suit falling forward and my breasts being exposed. I gasp and immediately dart my eyes around the back yard. Our backyard is gated and there isn’t another house for a few hundred yards but there’s a chance we could be spotted from their deck. I catch a glance and breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t see anyone.
“I don’t think anyone’s home,” he whispers in my ear which causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand at attention. “When I drove by, there weren’t any cars in the driveway. They may not be here this weekend.” His hands reach around to palm my breasts and he pulls at them, rolling them to points as his lips find my neck. He tugs at my nipple ring and a flare of pain shoots through me. “You didn’t think I was going to let anyone see you like this, did you?” I shake my head, words failing me as the lust courses through me. I hear the sound of him squirting the sunscreen into his hands and then I feel the cool substance on my back. He rubs my shoulders and down my back just above my butt before moving around and rubbing lotion into my inner thigh. “You want to get in?”
“Like…skinny dip?”
“You can leave the bottoms on but this…” he says as he removes the yellow top from my skin. “This stays off.” He tosses it to the adjacent chair and stands up before pulling me to my feet. I follow behind him, moving slowly down the stairs into the shallow end of the pool. I sit on the stairs and he kneels on a lower step in front of me. He slowly pulls my bottoms off and spreads my legs slightly. I look down and spy the tan lines that have formed from just the last hour. He runs his finger along my skin where the light brown turns to a richer brown and smiles. “So sexy.” He runs his finger through my sex and rubs my clit in slow methodical circles before shooting me a wink and lifting my butt upwards towards his mouth to take a slow lick through my folds.
“Dominic…” I protest, wanting his cock more than his mouth at the moment.
“If I can’t taste you after this weekend, I need to gorge on you as much as possible.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, running his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I convulse under his full lips. I assume he’s planning to eat me to an orgasm so an immediate whine leaves my lips when he stops. My eyes fly open to see him hovering over me and stroking his cock.
“I see your pulse flickering in your neck. You want this, don’t you?” This is the first time I’m really up close and personal, and he’s right, I do want it. I want to suck his dick into my mouth and down my throat. I want to show him just how far he can go and how good my gag reflex is. I nod and wet my lips before letting my mouth fall open in invitation.
Fuck. He mouths as he continues to stroke his cock from root to tip before moving up one stair to straddle my hips and hold his cock towards my mouth. I lean down angling my head and take one slow lick up his hard shaft. A hard hand grips my hair almost painfully and he jerks his dick towards my mouth.
I move my head back slightly, even though I’m desperate to sheath my lips around him. “Now who wants it?”
He yanks my head back “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” His cock slides across it before he drags it along my lips as if he’s applying lipstick. “I can’t wait and I’d rather come in your pussy than your mouth.” He drops his dick and yanks me hard into the water before pushing me against the wall of the pool.
I wrap my legs around him on instinct and just as his lips land on mine he enters me. Memories of last night flood through me and I already feel myself building despite the soreness in my sex. I pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, threading my fingers through his silky strands as I feel my orgasm pooling in my belly.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
With each thrust, I feel him everywhere.
Marking me.
Branding me.
He’s fucking me so hard my back scrapes against the cement lining the side of the pool.
“Fuck. How am I supposed to stop?” His words are so quiet, I wonder if he means for me to hear, but I do, and it’s the question I haven’t allowed myself to think about. I don’t respond because, frankly, I don’t know how I should. A part of me, a part largely controlled by the orgasm dangling in front of me right now, wants to tell him we don’t have to stop. That we can keep this going for as long as we want.
But what if that want never wanes?
The thought hits me harder than the orgasm.
* * *
I wake up with the biggest smile on my face. A smile that quickly turns to a frown when I realize this is our last day in Charleston and we’ll be packing up to make the eight hour trip back home in just a few hours. I turn my head to the naked woman sleeping soundly next to me, her skin riddled with hickeys from my mouth. I run my hand down her shoulder towards her hip and she sighs in her sleep before snuggling closer against my chest. Her back is to me, something that my dick has already noticed as her ass is unconsciously moving against me.
I am so fucked.
How could I possibly have thought this was going to end well? One carnal weekend of passion with Stassi and now we just have to go back to how things were? My dick softens in response to the anger coursing through me. Anger at myself, anger at her, anger at the world for putting this woman in my life as the only role I can’t have. Shouldn’t want. I’m not sure what it is about her that makes her so enticing. My cock wants to say it’s the forbidden aspect of our relationship that makes our encounters so hot. That forbidden fruit bullshit. But I’m not sure it’s just that. Despite all of our arguments over the years, I always had a different kind of connection with Stassi. I’ve always found her smart and charming and she could captivate my attention quicker than anyone with her wit and fire.
Part of me wonders if she’s taught me more than I’ve taught her over the years. I pull myself out of bed and make my way into the bathroom, wanting to take either a scalding hot shower or one worthy of the arctic to try and snap myself out of the sex induced fog I’m in. I’ve barely made it two feet when I hear her voice. “Where you going?” She sounds sleepy and lethargic; it makes me want to just crawl back in bed and kiss her senseless. I turn towards her and notice her swollen puffy lips that I spent hours biting at last night. Her hair is wild and she instantly pulls it up into a bun on top of her head, letting
“Stassi.” I rub a hand over my face and pinch the bridge of my nose. “We need to head out soon. I was just going to take a shower.”
“You…” She bites her bottom lip and looks away from my gaze. “You don’t want me to join you?” We hadn’t taken a bath or a shower without the other in two days so I can see why she’s disappointed.
“I think it’s time we start training ourselves not to expect the other to be there.”
“We’re still in Charleston,” she points out.
“Stassi…”
“This already fucking sucks,” she says crossing her arms and falling back into the pillow. “I didn’t know last night was going to be the last time.” Her lip trembles slightly and I can see the tears forming in her eyes. “I would have tried to make it last longer,” she whispers. “I would have wanted it to last all night.”
I make my way across the room and grab my briefs from where Stassi threw them in her haste to wrap her mouth around my dick. Tingles shoot through me down to my balls at the memory of her sucking my cock. Her drool sliding down the sides of my shaft, her tongue rolling around the tip, and sucking every drop I had to offer. I let out a shaky breath as I try to calm my dick and realize I’ll definitely need that cold shower. I pull on the briefs before I sit on the bed with my very naked stepdaughter knowing that she could probably seduce me with just a look while we’re both naked on the bed we’ve defiled countless times this weekend. “Stass, we talked about this. We said one weekend. That’s it.” I sigh as I prepare to share some of my truths with her. “It’s going to be hard…knowing what we know and having done what we’ve done. But this is something we have to leave here. We can’t take this,” I point between us, “home with us.”
“But…”
“No,” I tell her. “I never would have gone down this road with you if I knew you wouldn’t be able to separate this from the reality we left back at home. No one would understand, Stassia. Hell, I don’t even fucking understand. How I could be in love with your mother and then fuck her daughter two months after she died? What kind of man does that make me?”
“What kind of daughter does that make me? Was that what your next words were going to be?”
“No, Stassi. It’s different for you. You trust me and you know I’ll take care of you.”
“You’re still my mother’s widower.” She winces. “It’s hard for me to wrap my brain around that too, you know. But you’re right, it is different for me. You were always this untouchable man. The one I couldn’t have. I made myself hate you because I wanted you for myself and I couldn’t have you…and then I turn eighteen and something really terrible happens to me. And it was like the grief and the anger at the world for taking her from me was quieted by the lust and want I had coursing through me over…you. I know that makes me a shitty person. To want you…to seduce you—”
“You didn’t seduce me, Stassi. I’m a grown man and you are incredible in so many ways, any red-blooded man would be a fool not to want you. If you weren’t your mother’s daughter, I’d be fucking you senseless right this second, but you are who you are. We have to end things here because things would become too messy at home. Even if no one found out, how would either of us ever move on if we continued this affair behind closed doors? Don’t you want to meet someone? Someone you can be with out there…” I ask her as I point towards the window to the outside. “Not someone you have to sneak around with in the dead of night or flee the state to somewhere that no one knows you?”
I can sense the wheels turning in her head and I hope maybe she’s understanding what I’m saying, because it will be ten times harder to live under the same roof with her if we aren’t on the same page about this. “I just don’t see why we can’t finish out the weekend.” She moves up next to me and before I can think or move or make an effort to stop her, she’s straddling me and moving her naked body up and down on my covered cock.
“Stassi…” I groan, but the way I’m rising between us, I know my willpower is withering with every stroke of her pussy against me. She rubs her nose against mine and across my cheek and down my neck before placing a kiss behind my ear and rubbing her tongue across the pulse flickering in my neck. I’m just about to give in to both my desires and hers when she slides off my lap to the floor in front of me.
She runs her fingertips up my thighs and separates my legs before those soft delicate hands find my dick. She rubs me through my boxers, and I assume she’s preparing to free me from my briefs, but instead, she raises up on her knees and presses her lips to my cock through the fabric. I lean back to get a better look at her and just as her eyes meet mine she runs her sinful tongue along the fabric. Spit finds the corners of her mouth as she sucks me through my underwear. She completely wets the fabric, leaving a dark wet spot on the navy briefs. “Do you want it?” I ask her. My voice is hoarse with the way I’m trying to restrain myself. I’m at war at this moment with how easy I gave in to Stassia’s seduction. I told myself, last night was the last time and here I am letting her perfect brown eyes and perfect brown nipples sway me into letting her ride my cock until I come inside of her.
She frees my cock and stands, straddling me again and sliding herself agonizingly slow down my length. I groan with every inch she takes of me and the second she’s completely full of me, with that delectable ass resting against my thighs she begins to move up and down using my shoulders as leverage.
She’s been having sex for two days and she’s a fucking goddess. Jealousy surges through me at the thought that someone else will get to see this side of her. That despite the caveman attitude I’ve had, she isn’t mine.
She’s mine in this moment.
That’s all I have.
This weekend.
This moment.
I palm her smooth ass, pulling her harder against me with every downward stroke. Her eyes are staring straight at me and I blink away, hating that she has the ability to see too much. To see everything. To see that I’m struggling just as much with this being the end of us. That it’s the end before there was ever really a beginning.
“Stay with me, baby,” she whispers, pulling my face back to her. “Don’t think about what comes after this. Stay in the moment. It’s just you and me and nothing else matters.”
But that’s the thing. Everything matters. We have a whole life at home that matters. A life full of people who will absolutely find fault with the fact that we spent an entire weekend fucking all over the beach house I bought for her mother.
I am the fucking worst. Not only to the memory of her mother, but to Stassia, to my in-laws that see me as the son they never had, and to every single person that deemed me trustworthy.
“Stop,” I tell her, and as gently but as forcibly as I can, I pull her off of me. “This was a mistake.”
“Wha—what?”
“You and me. This,” I tell her. “I can’t think like this.” I begin to pace back and forth in front of the bed as I can see the emotions written all over Stassi.
“You don’t…you regret doing this with me?”
“No.”
“That’s what a mistake is, Dominic. Something you wish you hadn’t done. Didn’t you go to graduate school for English, Principal Callahan?”
If I wasn’t so completely fucked up from this situation, I would find humor in her sarcasm, but I feel like a volcano ready to explode and I know I need to get away from Stassi before she’s caught in the explosion.
“I need to take a shower. You should start getting ready.”
“Are you serious?” She stands up. I try to ignore the slickness between her legs that is a mix of both of us, but my eyes jump there on their own and my mouth waters for a taste.
I am in fucking hell.
“Fuck you, Dominic. Fuck you and fuck this. You’re so freaked out about something that no one is EVER going to know about!”
“I KNOW ABOUT IT! Isn’t that enough?! Is your moral compass that fucking skewed that you don’t feel bad at all about this? Is your pussy really blurring your conscience that fucking much?” I snap and instantly regret taking that tone or using those words. I’m not angry at her, and I’m not angry at her for not showing her guilt. I know she feels guilty. She knows this is wrong. She just asked for one more time. She wanted closure.
This is why I want to get the fuck away from her.
The tears threatening to fall down her sweet face shatter me, and when I take a step towards her and she takes a step back, she grabs the sheet and wraps it around her naked body to shield herself from the pain I’ve flung at her.
“Stassi…I didn’t mean.”
“No, you meant it.” She shakes her head. “I get it, okay? You feel guilty, but don’t take that guilt out on me because you certainly weren’t feeling that when we were sixty-nine-ing on the floor downstairs or when you pinned me to the floor of the shower and full on mounted me like a fucking animal. The fun is over, and the shame or whatever it is, is washing over you and you want to lash out at me. I feel guilty, yes, but I also feel…so many other things. Maybe in five or ten years, I’ll hate myself or you for doing what we did, but right now I’m just trying to process everything, and right now I’m processing the fact that the man I lost my virginity to, who also happens to be the man who claimed to love me, is telling me that what we did was a mistake. That I am a mistake, so forgive me for not rolling over and taking that bullshit because you’re better than that and so am I.” With a shaky breath, she marches out of the room without another look back at me.
* * *
Stassia hasn’t said one word since she stormed out of my room and now we are preparing for an eight-hour car ride that I imagine will be icier than the Arctic. I’ve just finished packing up the car when she comes down the stairs, furiously typing into her cell phone and I take a second to admire how beautiful she is. Not sexy or gorgeous or hot, all words I’ve used this weekend. But beautiful, inside and out. A remarkable young woman who I’ve had the honor of seeing grow up before my eyes. My stomach turns at the thought. The thought that I’ve been present for yet another one of her firsts. A first I had no business being a part of. She’s wearing her tiny white cheerleading shorts and a black t-shirt that’s tied just above her navel, making her a walking fucking temptation.
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