Love Unexpected

by Q. B. Tyler

  “No. I was seventeen.” I grab his hand and squeeze. “And you never touched me inappropriately.”

  “Once you turned sixteen, I became hyper aware of how I should and shouldn’t touch you. When you were younger nothing crossed my mind, but I never wanted you to be uncomfortable.” His words are so raw and honest it both chills and heats my skin.

  “You couldn’t make me uncomfortable. You annoyed the shit out of me, yes, but I always felt safe with you. I don’t feel preyed on, because you saw my nipples through a wet tank top. You’re still a man.”

  “You were my stepdaughter,” he argues.

  “We aren’t related by blood, and it’s not like you and my mom have a child together. Could you imagine how weird that would be?” I shudder at the thought fucking the father of a half sibling.

  “I’ve known you just such a long time…”

  Another argument.

  “I know, and that’s the part that is the hardest to wrap your brain around I think.”

  He nods and sighs. “I prided myself on always doing the right thing, and this is just all the wrong things.” He puts a hand up before I can protest. “Not saying I don’t want it or that you’re a mistake, but in its most basic terms, this is wrong, Stassi.”

  “It’s probably frowned upon, but I wouldn’t say wrong.” Okay, time to reroute this conversation back to what I want. “What happened after you saw me in the wet uniform?”

  His eyes widen and he nods knowing I probably won’t let it go without hearing the rest of the story in great detail. “I had never responded to you before. So, instantly I felt like shit. I went upstairs immediately to avoid you. I needed away from you and the visual stimulation that was making me hard as a fucking rock. I tried everything to calm myself down and nothing was working. I knew what I needed to do but I was so worried you’d flash through my mind while I was doing it.” He shakes his head. “Until this week I’ve never masturbated to you.”

  “This week?” I raise an eyebrow and he raises one back.

  “Coyness doesn’t work now, Stassia Rae.” He rubs his temple and stands up again to make himself a drink. “I’ve damn near broken my dick off this week.”

  “You know we could fix that.”

  “Stassia.” His word is firm for now, so I wave him off in hopes he’ll continue. “I started looking for porn that featured an older man and a younger woman. It worked, but I wanted more. So, I searched for interracial stepfather stepdaughter porn.”

  “That’s oddly specific.” I can’t stop the smile from finding my face and he chuckles.

  “I rationalized that it wasn’t about you but that it interested me. The woman was beautiful and the guy wasn’t grossly old. They had a few scenes.” He shrugs. “I know it’s still fucked up. I’m not delusional.”

  “Was she prettier than me?”

  He shoots me a look. “Now who’s jealous?” I glare at him. “No, Stassi, she had nothing on you. And she didn’t wax. Which kind of took away from the appeal.” He scrunches his nose slightly.

  “You like that I’m bare?”

  “Fuck yes. It’s so sexy. But then again, I probably wouldn’t care if you had hair either. I find everything about you sexy as hell. Even your smartass mouth.”

  Confidence surges through me. I stand up to make my way towards him and stand next to him at the counter. “My smartass mouth can do a lot of things you know.”

  “Oh, I remember.”

  “Your mouth isn’t so bad either.”

  He lets out a sigh and takes another sip of his drink. “Fuck.”

  “I know.” I grab the glass from him and take a sip of the harsh whiskey. “So, you watched that couple a lot?”

  “More than I care to admit.”

  “And you never once thought about me?”

  “It was hard as fuck. But no. Maybe once or twice you floated across my brain but I did everything I could to force you out. I was trying to exorcise you from me in any way I could.”

  “Did you tell my mom?”

  He shoots me an incredulous look. “Good joke.”

  “I meant about the porn, not necessarily my connection to it.”

  “No. I mean she knew I watched it from time to time but it was never really a big thing for me in general. I’ve always preferred the real thing and I’ve had partners for most of my adult life. Why watch porn when I have access to a naked willing woman that wanted me? Porn is for lonely single guys. Or lonely married guys. Either way, it’s for a lonely man. Someone who is missing something from their sex life. The other side of that is couples that watch porn together. But that wasn’t your mom’s cup of tea.”

  It feels weird learning such intimate details about my mother. Don’t focus on it.

  “Did you with Tessa?” I feel like I’m fighting for information at this point. I’m not sure if it’s fueled by plain curiosity or because I want to know what is left that I can claim as Dominic’s first, if anything. But I want to know everything about what came before that sex filled weekend with me. Maybe I’m not entitled to the information, but it won’t stop me from asking for it.

  “Yes, but I already told you my marriage to Tessa was much wilder and crazier. We were young and were stumbling our way through life making all kinds of mistakes.” He leans against the counter and I watch in fascination as his arms flex beneath the t-shirt. “Have I answered enough of your questions?”

  “Does it mean this conversation is over if I say yes?”

  “No. You can ask me whatever you want, Stassi. I’m officially an open book at this point.”

  “Okay…well, I think I kind of know the answer to this question, but in the off chance I’m wrong, I’ll ask you.”

  “Go for it.”

  “I want to break the rule we made in Charleston. I want to have sex again and a part of me thinks you do too.” He doesn’t say anything he just stares down into his drink. “So, what’s it going to be?”

  * * *

  I’m holding my breath as I anxiously await his response. The worst he can say is no. That we have to stick to the original plan. He still hasn’t answered me when he leans back against the counter and lets his eyes move lasciviously over me. “I told myself I couldn’t give in,” he whispers, and I’m not sure if it’s more to himself or me, but I take a step closer so that I’m standing between his legs.

  “What are you telling yourself now?”

  He lowers his head and pushes me against the counter, boxing me in with a hand on either side. “That I can’t give in,” he tells me but there’s something about his tone that leads me to believe that there’s a however or some other qualifier attached. He grabs my chin and tilts it upwards, rubbing small circles across my lips with his thumb. “Why do you have to be so fucking tempting?” He leans down and lets his lips hover over mine. I’m about to reach up to touch my lips to his when he grips my forearms, keeping me rooted in place. “Stassia…”

  “Yes?” I blink my eyes a few times in rapid succession, as I try my best to appear as innocent as possible.

  “You’re going to ruin me.”

  “Never.”

  “This is going to ruin me.”

  My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Only when it’s over,” I whisper. “Only when our time is up and you can’t touch me or taste me or fuck me. But not now, we still have now.”

  He closes his eyes and when they fly open, I know I’ve got him. “Let’s go,” he growls, and then I’m not only in his arms but lifted over his shoulder as he carries me through the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. It all happens so fast; it takes me a second to process it. One second I’m hanging upside down over his shoulder and the next I’m bouncing on his bed and my shirt is being pulled over my head.

  He’s on me in an instant, his lips capturing mine with a bruising kiss as he presses his hard cock between my legs and we find a rhythm of grinding against each other. I’m desperate to lose the clothes and rub against him skin to skin, but I also can’t bring myse
lf to break the heated lip lock we’re in. His tongue rubs against mine so passionately I feel it in every cell of my body. “Fuck me,” I breathe out. “Please. You have no idea how bad I need it.”

  His lips pull away from mine and he peppers kisses across my face and the bridge of my nose. “Need, Stassi?”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “I need to feel you.”

  “You don’t want to come like this? I know your greedy little pussy can come this way.”

  “Probably, but I don’t want to. I want your cock inside me. The way you stretch me is fucking indescribable.”

  “It’s because you’re so tight. Your cunt conforms to my dick so perfectly. When I enter you for that first thrust, I have to will myself not to come.”

  I giggle at his words and when he pulls away he narrows his gaze as if to scold me. “Something funny?”

  “It’s just…you always have so much control.”

  “Not with you. I lose all control when it comes to you.” He grinds harder against my pussy, and I am officially dying to get these leggings off. “All reason goes out the window, and all I’m left with are my primal urges to fuck you, claim you, own you.” He thrusts against me with each phrase, forcing me higher and higher towards my orgasm. “I want to leave indents of my teeth on the precious skin between your thighs.”

  “Dominic, naked. Now,” I demand. I’ve been without him for seven days and I’m officially over the teasing. I don’t want foreplay. I want the rawest sex we’ve ever had.

  Hard. Intense. Aggressive.

  The sound of banging breaks through my thoughts and our kiss and when I look up at him, I see him staring at me with the same confused expression.

  “Wha—” I start when he puts his hand over my mouth as the knocking continues as well as rapid doorbell ringing.

  “Seriously?” Dominic says as he pulls off of me and adjusts his very hard dick. “If it’s Kate you need to get rid of her in the next twelve seconds,” he tells me as he moves out the door and down the stairs. I don’t immediately follow, as my hair is completely disheveled and my loose flowing shirt is completely wrinkled. I move into my room to throw on a hoodie to make myself look more presentable when I hear Dominic’s voice.

  “What the fuck?”

  I dart out of my room, into the hallway, and down the stairs only to be met with a man that looks like a younger version of Dominic.

  Carrying a suitcase.

  “Seth?” I try my best to hide the annoyance in my voice and sound excited about the fact that Dominic’s younger brother has paid us a surprise visit.

  “Can’t you call?” Dominic growls as Seth moves through the door and gives his brother a confused look. They’ve always been close and under normal circumstances, Dominic would be thrilled over the surprise. But due to reasons Seth is definitely not privy to, he is probably confused by his attitude.

  “What’s the big deal? I knew you were home, I wanted to surprise you.” He takes a few steps towards me and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Hey, Stass. What’s the old man grumpy about now?”

  The same thing I am.

  “I think he was taking a nap.” The lie rolls off my tongue easily enough, but Dominic is about to blow our entire cover if he doesn’t take the murderous look off his face. “That is not a way to greet your baby brother that flew all the way from Florida to see you,” I tell Dominic sassily.

  Seth really does look like a younger version of Dominic; his hair is a little bit lighter and a little shorter on the sides and longer at the top, and his eyes are grayer instead of blue, but he has the same nose and jawline and build. He’s a few inches shorter than Dominic and had packed on a bit more muscle since the last time I saw him, but he certainly has a great body from spending years in the pool.

  “Hey, Seth.” Dominic relents and wraps his little brother in a hug. Now that his hard on is probably softening, his rage is probably lessening over being interrupted. My heart, however, is still pounding in my chest and the space between my legs is still positively roaring, so I figure now was the time to slip out for them to have some brother bonding time and I could bond with myself.

  “I’ll be upstairs,” I tell them before turning around on shaky legs but a voice stops me.

  “Stass.” I hear the edge in Dominic’s voice which does nothing for the thumping between my legs that’s getting even more aggressive as it anticipates my fingertips, my vibrator. Fuck, any fucking thing.

  “You don’t have to rush off. Stay and hang.” He smiles at me and I can read his face clearly. If I don’t get to come, neither do you.

  “But…” I start, but I’m not sure what excuse I really have for disappearing mere seconds after Seth arrived, a guy I actually quite like in the funny, slightly inappropriate Uncle type way. My nose flares in irritation and I grit my teeth hard as I try to stop myself from throwing a full-blown tantrum over not being able to have the orgasm I desperately need.

  “So how long ya staying?” I ask Seth as I follow them into the kitchen.

  “Until Monday, there’s a nine a.m. flight that will have me back just in time for my afternoon meetings.”

  Three fucking days? JESUS. I ball a hand into a fist behind my back and dig my nails into my palm to try to temper the tingling between my legs.

  The idea of having to wait an entire weekend to continue what we’d started makes me want to scream but thankfully Dominic speaks up before I can respond.

  “Awesome, listen it’s good to have you here man. Sorry, I was just totally out of it when you got here.”

  “All good,” he says as he claps his hands and rubs them together. “Okay, so what’s the plan for tonight?

  Thankfully, Seth wants to wash his few hours of travel off with a shower, leaving Dominic and I alone for a few moments. Neither of us want to start something up again in the off-chance Seth takes the world’s quickest shower, but the second we hear the shower run, I am pinned against the wall with Dominic’s lips sealed against mine.

  I whimper against his lips and he groans in response. “Fuck.”

  “I know. He could not have worse timing,” I whine, and surprisingly, tears spring to my eyes.

  “Don’t cry, baby,” he whispers as he wipes the skin under my eyes.

  “I’m just so…wound up. I feel so overwhelmed I could scream,” I tell him. “And you wouldn’t let me come.”

  “For selfish reasons.” He shakes his head. “I want to watch or do it myself or be a part of it in some way and I can’t.”

  “So, I can’t come at all while he’s here?” I stomp my foot and tilt my ear up to the ceiling and breathe a sigh of relief that I still hear the shower running.

  “Stassia…”

  “What if I took a video and sent it to you?”

  “No. I don’t need that in either of our iCloud storage or wherever the fuck things go when we think we’ve deleted them.”

  “Dominic, be reasonable,” I plead, yes plead. I know I can just touch myself later tonight while I’m safely tucked away in bed. Or while I’m in the shower. But a part of me loves the fact that he wants to control my orgasms. How I come and with what and for how long. My body is a slave to his and I relish in that fact.

  “I’ll figure something out,” he says, probably realizing just how long this weekend will seem.

  “While he’s here?” I squeal. It’s not like he has many excuses to be out of the house, nor do we have many to leave the house without him. The only thing that would work is if he’s occupied with something. Or someone.

  “Find him a girl, Dominic. Find him someone he can take home tonight or preferably take him home and then you and I can probably be alone.”

  He points at me. “You know my brother well.”

  The sound of the water shutting off should serve as a reminder for us to pull apart, but it’s as if Dominic has no intention of stopping. His hands are still tight on my hips as his lips dance up and down my neck. “Dominic…he’s out,” I whisper.

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�I didn’t hear the door open.” His voice is low in my ear and I shudder when he grabs it between his teeth.

  “But…voices carry.”

  “Then stop talking.” He grabs my leg and wraps it around his waist, grinding himself against my pussy again. I’m just about to protest that we are playing with fire when he grabs the other and hoists me up into his arms, so both of my legs are wrapped around his waist and he has me pinned to the wall.

  My hands immediately go behind his neck and I shake my head at his recklessness. “You’re going to get us caught.”

  He doesn’t answer, he just presses his lips to mine and feeds me his tongue as we rock against each other. We’re in the kitchen, while his brother is one floor up in the bathroom and while I believe we’d hear him should he descend the stairs, the risk that we could get caught in this intimate moment has me panting against his lips. He finally pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. He’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon and when he pulls away, his eyes are so intense it startles me. “What?” I ask, my voice breathy and soft.

  “I just…” He stops and looks towards the entrance of the kitchen before looking back at me and shakes his head. “I want to be able to touch you whenever the fuck I want.” He lets me down and takes a step back.

  I’m still trying to catch my breath when I hear footsteps on the stairs. I make a move towards the refrigerator so it appears I have a reason for being in the kitchen other than talking to Dominic and grab a bottle of water just as Seth makes his appearance. He’s pulling a t-shirt over his torso and I briefly catch a glimpse of his abs as he covers himself. I don’t think much of it, but Dominic, on the other hand, looks far from pleased. Seth’s hair is wet, and he sends a hand through it just as he drops to a chair at the table.

  “I’m starving, what are we doing about dinner?”

  “What if we went out?” I say, trying to diffuse the mounting tension in the room that Dominic is causing and Seth seems completely oblivious to.

  “I’m down, what’s there to do in this town on a Friday night anyway? Dominic, you going to show me a night out?” He looks at me and smiles. “Sorry, Stass, I wish you were twenty-one. I’m sure you’re more fun than the grump over here.” He points at Dominic and I giggle. “You got a fake yet?”