Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 63

15: Lia.

I try to close my thighs, but he holds them open, pulling my skirt higher until it'

s almost exposing my panties. "H-how?"

His breath saws in and out against my ear. "Just play with it a little. You can do that for Daddy, can't you?" His middle finger presses to my entrance through the barrier of my emerald-green underwear. "And I'll play with this sweet little treasure."

He gently shifts me to his left thigh, so he can unzip his pants, his erection pushing out, thick and ready, though still trapped inside his black briefs. "I don't know how, Big Daddy."

Quickly, he uses the wrist of his sleeve to swipe at the sweat forming on his upper lip. "Stroke it like you would pet a kitten." Without waiting, he snags my hand and guides it to his arousal, grunting a curse when my touch finds him, testing him curiously. "Don't you want to see what happens when you pet it long enough, baby?"

I gasp excitedly, my palm beginning to rake up and down his steel shaft.

"What happens?" The pads of Tristan's fingers find my clitoris and I whimper, squirming on his thigh as if confused by the sensation coursing through me.

"What's h-happening to me?"

His mouth is open on my neck, his fingers delving down the front of my panties, parting my wet folds and rubbing, rubbing on that sensitive spot.

"When we feel good between our legs, we come, little girl. We release. It's the best feeling you can have and do you know what it tastes like when Daddy comes from his cock?"

"What?" I ask, wide-eyed, squirming through his touch.

"It tastes like candy."

I suck in a breath, my legs literally trembling with excitement, my core clenching tighter and tighter with every knowing stroke of his fingers.

"Candy?" I slide my hand into his briefs, fisting his bare erection. Pumping my fist up and down the length. "Can I taste some?"

"Only if you're a good girl," he says roughly. "Only if you suck as hard as you can and swallow the candy down. All of it."

"I will, Big Daddy. I promise," I say solemnly, sliding off his desk to the space between his splayed thighs. This isn't the first time I've taken Tristan into my mouth, but I pretend it is. I examine his swollen inches with youthful apprehension, kissing the trunk cautiously, before closing my mouth over the bulbous head and swirling my tongue around it, experimentally.

"Oh, fuck yes, baby," he growls, twining his fingers in my hair. "Suck the candy out."

Flashing him a look that says I'm excited for candy, I pull a significant portion of him into my mouth, fisting the enormous base to hold him steady, stroking upward with a twisting wrist. His huge balls fall through the V of his pants and I take a moment to suck the left one into my mouth, tonguing it lovingly, like he instructed me to do the first time, my hand still riding up and down his sex, now lubricated by my saliva. I lick over to his right ball and give it the same reverent treatment, glorying in the way his thick thighs jolt, his hips shifting anxiously.

"It's going to taste so good." He tugs down my chin, his lower body rolling forward, teeth clenched. "Just try and fit a little more—"

"What?" I ask, wide-eyed, squirming through his touch.

"It tastes like candy."

I suck in a breath, my legs literally trembling with excitement, my core clenching tighter and tighter with every knowing stroke of his fingers.

fisting his bare erection. Pumping my fist up and down the length. "Can

if you suck as hard as you can and swallow the candy down. All

I've taken Tristan into my mouth, but I pretend it is. I examine his swollen inches with youthful apprehension, kissing the trunk cautiously, before closing my mouth over the bulbous

baby," he growls, twining his fingers in my hair. "Suck

suck the left one into my mouth, tonguing it lovingly, like he instructed me to do the first time, my hand still riding up and down his sex, now lubricated by my saliva. I lick over to his right ball and give it the same reverent treatment, glorying

chin, his lower

goes off in the room. "Mr. Hemsworth. John

still, too, before dragging his erection from my mouth with a shaking hand, shoving it back into his pants. "Goddammit. What the hell is

"I-I don't know..."

Tristan shakes his head. "There's nowhere in here to hide and he'll see you if

Hide.

There's no choice.

could come clean to my father about us. We could explain to my father that we have feelings for each other. Instead, I'm being kept hidden like a dirty secret. And I can't help what the clandestine nature of our trysts does to my body. Our dynamic, our secrecy, makes me undeniably hot. But it's a little too real, too symbolic, being kept stuffed beneath a desk.

like he wants to say something. But there's no time. He barely manages to get his pants zipped when the office

his tone jocular. "It's been too long. How have

has taken a seat in front of the desk. Literally a foot away from the back of my head. "John," Tristan says, his tone flat. "How is business

took a meeting down the street and I thought,

unlike my father, he's not lying. I can see it in his eyes when he glances down at me briefly. The regret and apology lurking

stutters in

he was on the verge of professing his affection for me. Instead, I'm hiding under

told me nothing about. Am

this relationship really is all

expected to shut my mouth and take what he gives me. Be happy

it.

Screw that.

swollen manhood bobs free immediately, still fock hard from my mouth's treatment. He gives me a warning look from above and I pass him a tart one in return, wrapping my lips around

chokes a sound, his hand pressing my head down into his lap for one,

before he

all right over there, man?" asks my

responds unevenly. "Just some heartburn

My father laughs. "I know all about that

afternoon work better

I'm riding my eager mouth up and down his pulsing length, scraping my teeth over his sensitized tip, before letting him invade my throat. He once again holds me there, in place, longer this time, his big belly shuddering,

heaves, swallowing. "Let

of my mouth, faster and faster, his free hand tugging me, tugging me, my hands twisting up and down the thick pole, the color of it deepening with every suck. "Monday works." Tristan abandons the mouse, reaches across the desk and shakes his hand. "I'll see you then. Got some work

no more. I won't keep

before my father leaves, wanting to be acknowledged in some way, any way, I hold my breath and take him past my gag reflex, waiting, waiting, longer than my usual few seconds. Ten seconds, eleven. I swallow, squeezing him with the walls of my throat. And Tristan spews. He rifles his hips forward and fucks my mouth once, ferociously, his guttural growl filling the

of that heartburn. Sounds like a

his footsteps carrying him across the room. "See

door closes, Tristan yanks me to my feet. Picks me up and drops me down on the desk, getting right in my face. I think he's going to lecture me,

end our relationship for being