Sins of the Father (California Dreaming Book 2)

by Stacey Johnston

  “Sorry Soph, what were you saying?”

  She gives me a puzzled look before continuing. “We were making plans for tomorrow and wanted your opinion. There is a concert in the park tomorrow evening, I don’t know who is playing, but we are thinking of heading over there.”

  Whoa, that was a mouthful; sometimes that girl needs to come up for air. “Sounds good to me, I’m keen if everyone else is.” I agree, appeasing her.

  I would much rather be spending my time alone with Stephen before we all head back, but I’m happy to tag along for the new experience. It would be nice to get a feel of the place before we move up here permanently. I’m even looking at some of the colleges as well. I suppose I should attempt to sort out what my plans will be for next year.

  Tuning out, I leave them to sort the details, until Stephen grabs hold of my hand, startling me. Looking over I find him smirking at me. Entwining my fingers with his, tingling sensations start overtaking my body. It is an amazing feeling… his touch.

  A need, deep within me, is starting to bubble to the surface. My body yearning for more than just the touch of our fingers. He has my insides feeling like they are on fire. I want him so much, but how will he react when he discovers that I have never had any experience with a guy at all.

  He is it, everything that we have done up until this point is all I know.

  The opportunity to gain more experience is something that has never been offered to me, prior to Stephen. I have always concentrated on studying, and performing with the Glee Club. The closest I had come to kissing was when I first met Tatum. We had both auditioned for the glee club in our junior year, hitting it off straight away. We started hanging out after practice, and one evening after a particularly bad day for me, he leaned over to kiss me. I nervously moved, right at that moment, and he ended up kissing my cheek. We both broke out into laughter, and from that day on have been the best of friends.

  With Stephen though, I felt no nervousness. When he kissed me, it came naturally.

  We have had more than a few heated moments where our hands have wandered, and our kisses threatened to lead to more, but he always stopped it.

  Did he sense my inexperience? That I don’t know.

  The things that the feel of his hands on my skin did to me I cannot explain. He left me hot, bothered and frustrated each time he pulled away. My body became over sensitized, reacting in a way it never had before. There was no release from the lust possessing my body. With Stephen, I want to experience it all, to give in to the cravings, allow him full control over my mind, and body. Never have I wanted anyone to possess my body so badly, to allow them to do whatever they wanted. Stephen brings out a hunger in me, I cannot quench. My body wants to be sated; it seeks release from the confines of this sexual tension lingering between us.

  My thoughts are broken when I feel a pulling on my wrist. Stephen is standing beside me now, trying to pull me up off my chair.

  “Follow me,” was all I heard as he directed me through the house toward what I can only assume is the guesthouse.

  Stephen

  Leading Sheri toward the guesthouse the guys and I are crashing in, I’m filled with anticipation. I need this girl tonight, as I need the air I breathe. Her sweet vanilla scent has been overpowering my senses ever since she walked out onto the patio.

  The fear reflecting in those beautiful blue eyes of hers, and her actions, suggests that she is scared of what is about to happen. I would be too if I were her, surely she has to be aware that there is no fucking way I’m letting her out of my bed - well, not until I have tasted every delicious inch of her skin.

  The sight of her has had me so. fucking. hard since she came out onto the patio, I could think of nothing else. She has become an addiction; one I cannot explain. To be addicted to something, you need to have had a taste to be able to justify why you need it. With Sheri, although this is not yet the case, I cannot bear it when she isn’t around me. Just her presence soothes me, her touch calming my frazzled mind.

  Reaching the guesthouse, I guide her toward the room I am sharing with Kyle. Seeing as though, this place only had two rooms it was inevitable that I would end up sharing with that fucker. Our deal was if the door was locked, he had to crash with Luke. It was obvious Ben was never going to stay here with us.

  Locking the door, I turn to find my dream girl sitting on the edge of my bed, nervously twirling her fingers together. Looking at her there on the bed, I halt my movements. Her inexperience is flashing like a neon sign.

  Can I go through with this? That is a question I don’t want to answer.

  Shaking off my hesitation, I sit beside her, using my fingers to guide her chin up, forcing her to face me. “I can’t think when you are around me, Sheri.”

  An honest answer, a confession almost. Her eyes widen at my words. “Your presence scrambles my thoughts. I struggle to function when you are this close to me.”

  Running my fingers from her chin, upwards toward her cheek, her eyes close, and her breathing hitches. Applying pressure from my fingers under her chin, I use my thumb to caress her cheek. Her breathing becomes sharp, and shallow, her chest heaving.

  “Can you see how hard my cock is for you” I state.

  Using my free hand, I guide hers to my crotch, laying it directly on top of the bulging hardness being restrained by the denim of my jeans. She flinches, trying to pull it away. I hold my hand tightly over hers, loving the feeling of her touch on my aching cock. The sudden blush consuming her neck and face is adorable, her breaths now coming in pants. Her breasts thrusting forward with every breath. Such a beautiful sight!

  “Don’t be embarrassed beautiful one, you have no reason to be,” I reassure her. “Do you know how fucking frustrating it has been, being so close to you, yet having to restrain myself.”

  The grip she has on my cock tightens, her fingers digging into me through the material. Resting my forehead against hers, I close my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing. She has my damn heart rate beating at a million miles a minute. It feels like the whole, bloody room can hear it. She literally has me by the balls. The ache growing within them is overpowering my senses. Every time she releases her grip to massage my bulge, she sends my pulse through the roof, increasing my need for her.

  “I need you in my bed… now, naked, sprawled out in front of me,” I confess, my tone forceful and blunt.

  “So that my fingers and tongue can explore every delectable inch of that delicious body of yours.”

  The lust in her eyes is unmissable, any trace of fear gone. Moving off the bed, I kneel before her, my hands on her knees, parting her legs to allow me to get closer.

  “Are you sure about this?” I have to ask. “Once I give in to this, there will be no turning back.”

  Breathlessly, she gives me my reply, “Please, I need you.”

  Those four words do me in, my hands creeping their way up her thighs, my restraint gone, in tatters.

  “You have no idea just how beautiful you are, do you?” my mouth is drooling, my voice thick, and throaty.

  Stopping at the top of her thighs I glance up, my touch has her arching her back pushing her ample cleavage forward. Her eyes are closed, mouth open just a touch, as she throws her head back. All her weight resting on her arms, positioned behind her on the bed.

  She is a vision all right, one fucking sexy one at that. Gripping her thighs, a little harder than I intended brings soft audible moans from her lips, her tongue darting across her bottom lip to moisten it.

  Fuck me, I must have died and gone to heaven.

  “Don’t talk, just touch.” She grunts at me.

  Her matter-of-fact tone takes me by surprise, my cock twitching at her forwardness.

  “Oh, I will touch,” I tell her, my fingers sliding further, my thumbs caressing her inner thighs as I inch my way closer to her pussy.

  She will have to get used to my dirty mouth, though, as there is nothing polite about me at all.

  “You better get used
to me talking dirty to you, Sherlyn. Nothing that comes out of my mouth is censored, you know this. I say what I want, when I want, and as dirty as I want.”

  Her body shivers under my touch. Her thighs parting naturally, pushing the skirt of her dress up. Continuing my assault, my thumbs skim along the edges of her panties, making their way to the top. The sight is fucking beautiful. Her panties are simple, white cotton ones with no lace or trimmings at all.

  Using my palm, I run it down, slowly over her mound. Her body launching off the bed at my touch. Crashing back down, she is now lying flat with her head pressed into the bed, her eyes tightly closed. Her mouth is spewing sweet little noises, moans that are driving my cock insane. As I approach her clit, my forefinger applies pressure, before continuing its descent, down toward her sweet opening.

  Moving my palm back up, I can feel how wet she has become. With the pad of my palm, firmly pressing against her opening I can feel her juices soaking through her panties. If I don’t hurry up, I am going to explode. My cock is so fucking hard, it’s killing me. My own pre-cum is starting to soak through my boxers. I need to get these goddamned jeans off because the friction they are causing is going to have me coming before I even get inside her.

  Everything in me is telling me to be gentle with her, but I can’t. Ripping her panties off in one swift motion, I am presented with a glorious sight. Her clit is staring at me, hard and throbbing, her pussy glistening with her juices. Such a breathtaking image. The need to ravage her is too much; my own hands are starting to shake.

  Moving my face closer, I shift my hands to her tits, pulling her dress down as far as it will let me. Her nipples are like cute little buds, hard, and screaming out to be touched. Grasping them between my thumb, and forefinger I roll them, her body arching off the bed once more. Using this as my opportunity, I bury my face between her thighs. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I use my arms to constrict her movements. She is fidgeting, trying to move around. With each movement, her ass lifts off the mattress, shoving her pussy closer to my face. My tongue and mouth continue torturing her clit, my fingers kneading her hard nipples.

  Relenting I let go, watching as she slumps back down, her breathing deep, and erratic, forcing her chest to heave. She loses her grip on the quilted blanket beneath her, sliding her arms flat.

  Bringing my fingers back down, I use my thumb, dipping it just inside her, smothering it in her wetness. Once I am satisfied, I use it to caress her clit, moving in circular motions while my tongue pushes inside her heat. Thrusting my tongue in and out, I continue my assault on her budded clit, whilst using my other arm to pin her hips to the bed. She is bucking against me, loud moans, and other sexy noises spilling from her mouth. Removing my tongue, I replace it with one finger, then two, once again, thrusting in and out of her now very tight, sopping wet pussy. Knowing she is close, I pick up the pace with my fingers, sucking harder on her clit, licking and sucking until her legs start shaking. In no time at all, she is swearing, calling out my name. Her hands are gripping the covers beneath her once more as her body arches up, before crashing back down onto the bed.

  Lifting my head, I lick my lips, relishing the taste of her release. Her grip relinquishes its hold, and her shaking body slumps in a pile on my bed. She is panting, her hands crossing over her heaving chest, to slow her heavy breathing. She has a beautiful glow to her face; her cheeks are a gorgeous pink color. Sitting back on my legs I take in the sight laid out in front of me, which by the way, is sexy as fuck. I don’t remember ever wanting to cherish a view as much as I do right now. I want to imprint this image of her into my brain. I never want to forget how beautiful she looks after my touch, regardless of what happens from here.

  “Jesus, Stephen, I have no words. That was amazing,” she sighs in-between pants.

  Chuckling I get to my feet, to walk over and pick up my water bottle from earlier. Taking a sip, I offer it to Sheri, smiling at her sudden shyness. She has just realized that she is lying there half-naked, laid out on display for my hungry eyes. The ache of my throbbing cock becoming almost unbearable.

  “Don’t cover up Sheri, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I have no plans of letting you keep your clothing on anyway.”

  The lust in her eyes stops me in my tracks, there is no more waiting. I need out of these clothes and into the tight fucking pussy – now!

  Stripping out of my clothes as quickly as I fucking could, I lower myself so that I am kneeling over her body. She is still dressed, but I don’t fucking care. I will work around that to get what I want… what I need. Pulling her bottom lip into my mouth I gently bite on it, causing my cock to ache even more. If I don’t get inside her soon, she will probably wear my cum all over her stomach.

  “I hope you are ready for me, dream girl, because I am close to exploding. I need inside of you. Speak now, if you are having doubts.”

  Her hands move toward my cock, forcing me to grit my teeth and throw my head back. I am not going to be able to hold on much longer. Sitting up, I rest my ass on her legs, removing her hands from my cock.

  “I’m sorry Sheri, but I can only take so much. If you don’t want me making your hands, and stomach sticky you are going to have to stop,” I warn her.

  The look in her eyes is one of uncertainty, as if she has done something wrong. Hating that I have put that look on her face, I lean back over her, crashing my mouth to hers. I engulf her in a rough, hard kiss, forcing her lips to open, allowing my tongue to invade her mouth. It doesn’t take long for her to respond, her arms wrapping my neck pulling me down on top of her.

  Reluctantly, I break the kiss, pulling away slowly to look into her eyes. “Are you ready for me, Sheri?” I ask her, my voice soothing. “Because I sure as fuck am ready for you”

  “Yes, I’m ready.” Was all I heard. Grabbing the condom I placed on the pillow, I rip open the package with such force that I nearly destroy the actual condom itself. Finding my actions funny, Sheri giggles beneath me. Fuck that’s adorable. Apart from her sexy little moans, that has to be the most beautiful sound, I have ever heard.

  Finally fitting the condom over my weeping cock, I lower myself once more. Halting at the entrance of her pussy, I feel her tense up. There’s that inexperience I was worried about.

  “I won’t hurt you, babe, we don’t have to do this” I reassure her.

  Relaxing, she reaches between us and grips hold of my cock, pulling it back toward her. Pushing in gently, I gasp, she is so fucking tight. Her wetness and warmth are engulfing me. Gritting my teeth, I fight the urge to shove my cock in hard and fast. It’s all getting too much as I continue slowly, allowing her to adjust to my size.

  Well, that’s what I was trying to do, until I hit a wall. Fuck me! I have literally hit a barrier, forcing me to push harder to break through, when it hits me.

  Sheri is a fucking virgin!!

  What. The. Fuck??

  Pulling out, I move off her. I’m freaking the fuck out.

  Why the hell didn’t she warn me?

  I can’t do this.

  I can’t finish this.

  Pulling off the condom, I ditch it in the bin. I throw on some shorts. I need distance.

  Turning around, I see Sheri straightening her dress, pulling it back over her exposed body. I’m so fucking angry right now. I can’t think straight.

  “Why didn’t you tell me? How could you just let me do that without any fucking warning?” I yell at her. I can’t help the harshness portraying in my voice.

  She is just sitting on the edge of my bed now, while I pace the room. Her eyes filling with the tears I know I’m causing, but I don’t give a fuck. She has deceived me, and I’m not fucking happy about it.

  “I didn’t know how to tell you,” a soft barely audible voice tells me. Stopping, I glare at her.

  Fuck, I can’t do this, I can’t be around her.

  I have to leave.

  Chapter Six

  Sherlyn

  Oh. My. God what just happened?

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nbsp; For the past half an hour, I have been sitting in this guesthouse trying to work out what just happened. I know I should have told him before it got as far as it did, but I couldn’t. My mind and body were so ready for him. I didn’t want to take the chance that it wouldn’t happen.

  When he broke through my hymen, it hurt. I mean really hurt! I had to fight back the tears.

  No sooner had he broken through, did he realize what he had done, and freaked out. He became so angry with me, angrier than I have ever seen him. I couldn’t move or speak.

  I was beyond shocked, dumbfounded at his reaction. Even though I understood why he reacted the way he did, I just never expected anything like that from him. I suppose I deserved it, though, considering I wasn’t forthcoming with the truth. I couldn’t help the tears that fell, or the ones streaming down my face now. My only thoughts now are that I have to leave his room. What has kept me sitting here is the thought of having someone see me like this? Using the small bathroom attached to his room, I try to freshen up as much as possible. I have to get back to my room; I cannot face anybody right now. I need time to think.

  Making it back unnoticed, I have spent the last hour sitting by the window, watching the crashing of the waves on the rocks below. Although it has been soothing, and I am calmer than I was before, it hasn’t stopped the tears.

  How do we come back from this?

  Can we come back from this?

  These are the questions I have been asking myself, repeatedly.

  Can he forgive me, and let me explain?

  More questions that I don’t want to answer, because I just don’t know.

  Knocking at my door breaks through my thoughts. Another thing I don’t want to do, but I have to answer it. I can hear Sophie calling out from the other side, and I know I don’t have a choice.

  Opening the door, I turn away before she can see my swollen eyes.

  “I know something is wrong Sheri, Stephen has left, and he asked me to give you this.”