Sins of the Father (California Dreaming Book 2)

by Stacey Johnston

  Looking back over at sleeping beauty, his hard body is sprawled out, covering the majority of the bed. He is dream come true that boy, and one I hope I never have to give up.

  There is nothing more I want than to be intimate with him, but he is treating me like I am fragile. He makes me feel like a porcelain doll and all he keeps saying is…….. You need to heal. I may not be very experienced, but I understand frustration as much as the next person, and I am beyond being frustrated now. Has he ever considered that maybe that’s what I need to take my mind off everything else? I want him to ravage me, and get the awkwardness of our second time together over, and done with. How am I going to get him to lose control?

  I have never met anyone who can reign in their desires as much as Stephen can. He has a control over his body I have only ever read about in my steamy love novels, and I’m envious of him. When he speaks of control and submission, all I envision in my mind is Christian Grey. I can’t deny the pull those books had over me, or the desire to have my body pushed to those limits. I’m sure it sounds a lot tamer in those books than it would be in real life. Still, I am craving to know what my limits would be and if I could sustain any of that. What intrigues me is, could I be submissive? This is all speculative, of course because I am only making assumptions about what Stephen is really like.

  “You look troubled, Sheri. Come back to bed, it’s too early for you to start stressing,” Stephen’s silky, smooth voice beckons to me.

  His hair is ruffled and his face has the beginning of a rough outline of stubble. He is so god damned adorable first thing in the morning, that it literally takes my breath away. I am in awe of him most days.

  “I can’t now, regardless of how enticing that offer is. I should probably shower, and dress for breakfast.” I reply, my voice soft and unsure, as my chest tightens under his gaze.

  His presence overwhelms me, most days, my heart quickens and my breathing increases just from having him stand next to me. He heightens my senses just from a look in my direction. Turning my line of vision back to my bug friends, I can feel his gaze burning through me. Drawing my legs up to my chest, I wrap my arms around them for stability, waiting for his response. Although I have told him I need to move, I just can’t, it’s like I am paralyzed, frozen in fear.

  I don’t even budge when I hear him moving out of the bed to come up behind me. Leaning on my armchair, he wraps his arms around my front from behind pulling me into his embrace as best as he can. It’s probably not the best thing to try and do when there is a huge armchair in the way. Resting my head against his, my body relaxes, the tension slowly sliding away. His warm breath on my neck makes me tingle between my thighs, causing them to tighten together. With my eyes closed, I can feel his body rumbling before I hear him gently chuckle.

  “I see I’m having the same effect on you beautiful girl, as you are having on me,” he softly conveys in my ear.

  Just the sound of his voice when it is rough, and gravelly, as it is now, reduces me to a pile of goo. I am, but, mere putty in that boy’s hands when he gets his sexiness on.

  “Yes,” I reply, a lot braver than I feel.

  Turning in my chair, he loosens his grip, allowing me to face him. Kneeling, with my front resting against the back of the chair, I cross my arms, laying them across the top. With our faces almost touching I all but beg him with my eyes.

  “Then do something about it, Stephen, I can’t take the wait any longer. I want to feel your touch and I want to feel it now.”

  The look in his eyes is of hesitancy, that of a boy torn between what he thinks he should do, and what he wants to do. There is no doubt he wants me as much as I want him. I just need to get him to give into that desire. Lifting my hand to his face, I rest my palm on his cheek. I love the way he leans into my touch, as if he treasures the feel of my skin on his.

  “Don’t think, just do it. I’m not fragile and I don’t need you to be gentle. What I want is for you to give in to this need, and make love to me.”

  I know I am beating down his defenses when he opens his eyes and I can see the lust burning behind them.

  “I just don’t want to hurt you, babe. I am worried that I won’t be able to control myself once you are finally underneath me.”

  Little does he realize, my desire matches his own.

  Moving toward the bed, I encourage him to join me. Although his strides are controlled, his movements are slow, reminding me of a man on a mission. It’s the determination on his face that I love, though, as it is telling me that I’m finally going to get what I crave…him.

  I inch myself further back across the bed, watching intently as he follows suit until he is resting directly above me, kneeling on all fours.

  “Be careful what you wish for, babe because I have a lot of lost time to make up for. I plan to treasure every inch of your delicious body, as I should have done the first time around.”

  How can a girl possibly refuse, when he puts it like that?

  With my arms pinned under his weight, and his gaze on mine, I quickly look away. It’s the intensity in his gaze that has me so unsure of myself, especially when he looks at me as if I am his next meal. I’ve had no real experience in this, so having him leaning over me, looking into my eyes the way he is, is coming across funny. I realize it’s wrong of me to feel this way, and in all my books this right here is supposed to be sexy. Before I know what is happening I feel a rumbling through my body and then a weird cackling noise escapes my mouth. Throwing my hand over my mouth in horror, I turn back toward him.

  “Oh you find this funny, do you?” Stephen teases, as he rolls onto his side to lay beside me.

  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just this whole situation is really funny all of a sudden.” I manage to say in between my cackling.

  “Just relax Sheri, close your eyes, and feel my touch.”

  His soothing voice whispers to me, whilst his fingers trace around the outline of my ear pushing my hair behind it as he continues. Closing my eyes, I do just as he asks. I begin to relax. As his fingers trace the outline of my ear, a tingling sensation is starting to swell between my thighs. As his touch creeps down toward my neck, that sensation increases.

  “Am I still amusing you?” he asks his voice now deeper than before. As I open my mouth to respond, a low moan escapes causing him to growl.

  Seriously, did I just hear him correctly? I’ve read about that happening in my books, but I cannot honestly say I ever thought the day would come when I would hear it for myself.

  That was hot!

  Without saying a word, he returns to my neck, slowly gliding the back of his hand across my skin coming to a stop just above my breasts. Those fingers of his are going to be my undoing as they send shivers throughout my whole body. He had me on fire, every nerve tingling as he continued to run them over the swell of my breasts.

  “Just lay still and keep your eyes closed beautiful girl.” I heard him whisper.

  Doing as he asked, I let him take control. His voice alone was making me weak at the knees, but it was his touch that I found the most tranquilizing. Not wanting to lose the sensations that were starting to overtake me, I stilled myself, allowing his fingers to trail up and down my body. I just wasn’t expecting how much my body would betray me, especially when he alternated between the tips of his fingers and the back of his hand.

  It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and for me it was limited anyway, but this was on a completely new level and I wanted more. One minute he indulged me with feather-like touches that skimmed across my skin and then he would just stop. Each time he did that, I winced, causing a low, deep chuckle to resonate in the base of his throat. He was teasing me, I know this, but what was surprising was how it only made me want him more.

  “Patience baby, this is only the beginning.”

  God help me…

  When he resumed his journey, he switched so that I felt the roughness of his knuckles as they ever so slightly brushed over my
nipples under my shirt. My nipples hardened instantly and my whole body convulsed involuntarily along with his touch. I never realized just how intense it would feel to have him tease me like this, or just how desperate it would make me. I’m not too proud to admit that if he asked me to beg right now, I would do so without any hesitation. Every time his knuckles grazed my nipple, I shuddered. It felt as if a cold breeze was brushing past me.

  “Take off your shirt Sherlyn, let me see those beautiful tits of yours.”

  Without responding, I lifted the shirt over my head and threw it aside. Laying back down, I placed my arms beside me once more and let his fingers close my eyes.

  “Leave them closed babe, I want you to feel everything I do to you.”

  That voice of his was only increasing how sexy I was finding him. I just don’t have the words right now to tell him, although I gather he is happy with me not speaking anyway. Without warning, he continues his assault with his rough, grazed knuckles over my nipples, making me shudder all over again. I thought what he was already doing to my nipples and breasts was intense, until I felt his warm breath drifting over them after he removed his touch.

  Whoa... What the hell? Each time he repeated it, I felt it deep within me. I can’t explain the feeling, but every time his breath skimmed across me, the tingling sensation traveled from my breasts right down to my inner core. If he can provoke that kind of reaction from me with just from a touch, I can’t wait to see how my body will react when he is inside of me. Just the thought itself has me needing to clench my legs together in excitement.

  “I can see what you are doing baby girl,” he declares in a hoarse whisper.

  What does he see? Am I that obvious? Surely, I am having the same reaction on him? If the feel of his hardness pressed up against my thigh is anything to go by, I’d say yes, I do. He is so close that I can feel his warmth beside me.

  Without any warning, once again, he brings my arms up over my head, one at a time, continuing. “Don’t move your arms Sherlyn. Keep them above your head. Having them raised above you enhances those magnificent tits of yours.”

  God damned him and his mouth. He is making me blush. I can feel it creeping up my neck. He is teasing me again. I can hear the amusement in his voice.

  That mouth of his does me in every time, more precisely his dirty mouth. Stephen doesn’t care how crude it sounds, he just says it how he sees it and I love that about him. I, on the other hand, am nothing like that. I would feel awkward saying some of the stuff he does, it just doesn’t come out the same from my mouth. He makes my insides melt every time he talks dirty to me. With my eyes still firmly shut, I lay as still as I can, listening to his voice. It’s become so gravelly and deep, and listening to him speak is driving me insane.

  “How wet are you for me right now?” he asks.

  If the feel of it is anything to go by, I am drenched, but I am assuming he is already aware of that.

  “I have you speechless dream girl. I think I like this. It’s okay, you stay quiet, and I will make my way down there and find out for myself.”

  Omg, that boy is way too hot for his own good!

  Using his fingers once more, he shifts them away from my breasts, leaving me with a feeling of loss and trails them toward my hips. With a firmness he hasn’t yet displayed, he continues moving from my hip bone, up to the side of my breast, and back down again. Having him increase the forcefulness of his touch is turning my insides to mush. My body feels like it is going to combust… is that even possible? Every nerve ending is on high alert, which escalates more, each time he touches me. I am searching for the words to describe it, but the best I can come up with is that it is like a kettle.

  A kettle you ask. Yes… well… a kettle starts off cold, and then starts simmering until it reaches that point of no return, and then it boils over. That is how my body is reacting to Stephen’s touch. It’s funny because he hasn’t even reached the best part yet. The memories of what he did to me down there, before he lost his shit the last time, are amazing. I never expected it to be that good, and honestly, I have been craving the feeling of his tongue down there, again, ever since. I loved how it made me feel and I want to feel it again… with him. I may not completely understand, but I get all of Sumner’s ramblings now. That girl has never been shy in any sense and has always been happy to share her experiences over the years. I’m guessing you have gotten the point that she is good at sharing too much information. There are just some things about your friends that you really don’t need to know.

  “What do you want, baby girl?” I hear Stephen ask, breaking me from my thoughts.

  Opening my eyes finally, I glance over at him. It is at that moment, when my self-consciousness sets in, I realize I am lying beside him naked from the waist up. Pulling my arms down quickly, Stephen stops my movements before I can cover myself.

  “Don’t hide from me gorgeous, I love looking at you. You have the most amazing body, and I won’t allow you to become embarrassed to stand naked in front of me.”

  There is so much love reflecting in those beautiful eyes of his and it makes me wonder what is it about this boy that makes me feel so at ease?

  “I just want you to love me.” Seven little words, that’s all I could mutter.

  When he puts his hand on my cheek to pull me into his embrace I give in to him.

  “Oh I will love you sweetheart don’t worry about that, but I want to know exactly what you want me to do to you. I want to hear those dirty little words coming from your mouth.”

  Omg…how do I….

  “Come on Sherlyn, tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

  Timidly, I look deep into his eyes. I can feel them drawing me in. This reminds me of a scene in that movie The Jungle Book. Tell me you remember the scene where the snake tries to entrap his victim by putting him under a spell using his eyes. This right here, feels a little like that, with the exception that my Stephen is no snake.

  “Okay, dream boy, I want your tongue somewhere,” I admit quietly.

  “And exactly where is that somewhere, dream girl?” he teases in return, a massive grin emerging on his face.

  It’s one of those all engulfing ones, that takes over his whole face. “Please don’t make me say it.” I plead.

  “If you want my tongue, you will need to tell me exactly where you want me to use it. I’m not a mind reader.”

  I just want to kill him right now!

  “Fine! I want you to put your tongue on my clit. Is that good enough for you?”

  I’m sure my frustration has seeped through, but it hasn’t deterred him. He is still smiling like a Cheshire cat.

  “Okay beautiful, I will put my tongue, on your clit.”

  He is such a dirty bastard, so it doesn’t surprise me when he finishes with more.

  “Oh and I hope you don’t mind, but I also plan to shove that tongue of mine into your tight pussy before I bury myself balls deep in there as well.”

  Like I said, dirty bastard…

  Stephen

  Fuck me…this girl of mine is exquisite. When I told her to close her eyes, I wasn’t actually expecting her to do as she was told. My intention was never to gain any control over her, I just wanted her to relax and feel what my touch could do for her. It didn’t matter how hard my cock became, as long as her needs were being met… And boy were they being met. She responded to me in a way that I have never experienced before. The others before her just played along as if it were a game, but this one gives herself to me completely, without any hesitation.

  I knew Sherlyn was frustrated and had known all along what my gentle touches and teasing words were doing to her. I also made it very clear to her, the effect she was having on me as well. I knew exactly what I was doing because let’s be honest here, I wanted her to beg. I’m always going to crave submission in some way or form, it’s just how I function now. I started off with casual comments after she was released from the hospital. Casual flirting to be exact, I placed thought
s in her head to draw out a need in her. A need for me….

  Back then, it was easier to fend her off when she pursued more from me, as she was still mending and I was worried. I had been genuinely concerned at the time, I mean come on what sort of guy would I have been, doing that to someone who had recently been shot at. Insensitive is the polite word for what I would have been. It killed me, though, seeing her struggle as badly as she did. It took everything in me to not break down when we were alone together. I’ve stood by her side watching as she built up her strength again, noticing every day, as she worked on improving her walking and mobility. She has an amazing resilience for someone who has been through as much as she has. I can’t even begin to understand, but I know one thing for sure, I am fucking grateful that she is mine.

  Her nightmares and anxiety issues are what trouble me the most. She refuses to talk to someone, telling us that she is fine. Anyone in their right mind knows she is full of crap, but we are enabling her, stepping in to take her pain away. Once today is done I will need to talk to her again, as she needs to address her anxiety before it goes too far. Myself, Sophie and Hawke aren’t always going to be around. These last two weeks for me, though, have been the hardest, really testing my restraint. A lesser man would have caved sooner, but not me, I had the desire to push her. There were two reasons for this, one – was to test Sherlyn’s limits. I’ve had control over my body, my lust, and my desires for a couple of years now, but I wanted to know how far I could push hers. Lust is a powerful force and I wanted to know how much she could withstand.

  I won’t deny it, I was being a fucking tease, but there was a method to my madness and her complete submission was going to be my ultimate goal. Secondly, and more importantly, I needed to know she was okay, that her body had healed completely. These last four weeks have really pushed me to limits I didn’t even realize I had. Never before have I craved anyone as I have Sherlyn. Every smell, to the slightest touch or even a glance my way had had my body reeling. I’m also always fucking hard when she is anywhere near me. To be perfectly honest, even I am surprised I have held out this long. Nor has it been easy sleeping beside her, especially when she wraps her warm body around me in an embrace. None of that has done anything to calm my raging hormones. There were many nights when I could have slipped in between her thighs and buried myself until I was lost in everything her.