Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 73

5: Stella.

"You get it now. You get it."

"Yes." My mouth is open against his cheek. I'm dazed, barely aware of where we are. Our surroundings. What day it is. "Yes, I get it."

A shudder goes through him. "You're going to tell me every single thing about you. All right? Everything. Every like and dislike. Everything that scares you or makes you happy. I want to know about them." He jerks me to the edge of the desk. "But right now, I need to make you come. Can't concentrate. Not until you're sitting in a puddle on this desk."

"A p-puddle?"

"Fuck yes." He's slowly pushing the skirt up my thighs. "I know you're a virgin, honey. There's a lot I'll be showing and explaining to you. But number one, number goddamn one, is that your pussy makes a mess when I'm around. A creamy little mess."

His palms on my bare thighs make me tremble. Head falling back, I send a whimper of his name toward the high ceiling. "T-Gage.”

"I'm here. I'm right here." He leaves the hem of my skirt where it barely hides my panties. And then his hands slide back down my thighs to clutch my knees, gently easing them open. Leaning back to peer between my legs and letting out a rocky exhale over what he sees. What panties did I wear today?

Gray cotton? "All it takes is my skin on yours, huh? And you're drenched. I love that and I hate it. Love it because you're responding to me, getting ready for pleasure. But I hate knowing how bad you've needed touching. Years of it. My girl. Suffering." His eyes darken. "That makes me a little insane, you know that?"

From somewhere inside me comes a wave of bravery. Confidence. Maybe it's the way he's looking at me like I'm his last meal. Whatever the reason, I lean back on the desk and inch my legs open a little wider. "M-maybe you should make up for I- lost time."

He puffs a breath, looking momentarily dazed before the lust sweeps in and he drops to his knees, his tongue snaking out to wet that chiseled lower lip.

"Christ. Did you just innocently ask me to lick your pussy, honey?" He bites the inside of my knee with a snarl. "That was so fucking hot. I'm never going to be the same. I might...fuck. I might come in my pants-hold on."

His huge body shakes for several moments, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Is he really...could he really climax so easily?

And what he said...about licking...is that real?

I should have done a lot more Googling this morning.

“I-I..no. I didn't even know you could put your mouth there.” His head lifts, eyes pinning me to the desk, my skin swamped with heat once again. Flushed is my new default. "I just thought you would want to put your...your..."

"My cock?"

Fire ants. Everywhere. "There. Yes."

"So that thing you did, opening your legs wider to show me your drenched little cunt, was an invitation to fuck you?"

"Isn't that what men and women do together?"

"I'm tempted to say yes. The answer is yes. But you're a virgin, Stella. You're my girlfriend and it would hurt this way.” He blows out a sudden breath, looking almost dizzy. "And if you think it makes me insane to think of you lonely without so much as a hug for years, you don't want to know what happens in my brain when I think of you hurt. I could commit murder."

"You'd never hurt me," I say, with absolute conviction, my heart wedging painfully into my throat, my flesh throbbing, aching for his touch. There.

one has ever touched me, but instinctively I understand that he

and left, his fingers twisting in the sides of my panties and

my panties. "Stella," he rasps, seemingly in

"Ves?"

"Your pussy..."

my breath and

and that alone is almost enough to push me to the edge. "But honey, I might. I might hurt it sometimes. Just a little. There's no way I'll be able to keep from..." The rest is gritted through his teeth. "Christ, I'm

sheer force of my orgasm. The hands I'm using to prop myself up slide sideways and I almost fall, but manage to catch myself on my elbows while the monstrous pleasure undulates through me, ripping the breath out of my lungs and constricting those low intimate muscles.

"Gage!"

broad shoulders and buries his

my sex in one

Stella. Come for your man. However you want, whenever you want. As long as I'm here to lick it

finding purchase in his hair. Holding him closer. Scooting to the very, very edge of the desk and writhing, lifting, so I can feel more of his tongue. I'm blind. I'm shaking. I

His licks turn frantic.

Desperate.

making me gasp and sweat and sob, another powder keg of sensations preparing to detonate inside of me. And this time, I know how incredible it will be. I trust Gage is there to catch me, so I race toward it, screaming behind my teeth when he tucks

fuck you," he grates against my

to feel closer

be arguing with himself. Then to me, he says, “I'm saving such a fat nut for you, honey. It's

raspberry, suctioning lightly, and my back arches involuntarily, another, more powerful tidal wave of pleasure pulling me down into a whirlpool of

wetness, my secret muscles

with relief and

jagged, high pitched, fingers yanking on the

me its prisoner. And then

boneless in his presence, just like last

powerful arms, mein picks me up and sits down in the professor's chair, rocking me in his lap. I feel his hardness beneath my bottom and I want to ease that pain. I don't know how I'm so positive there is pain involved. Maybe it's the rigidity of his muscles or the way he's still breathing hard.

room, there is

know who is calling and why, because he

probably my coach. I'm

nod, starting to sit

pulls me back into his

"No?"

leaving me. No sneaking out of our bed in the morning. Just no." He

this, didn't even know I could, so try and be patient with

don't understand these conflicting emotions. What is

life was an education. Now he's blocking out the sun. Demanding every ounce of my attention. "What

carried you out of there without permission. Did it last night, too. I'm controlling you. I'm taking up all of your air and 1...like it. Love it. I want to be the center of your universe because you' re the center of mine." He breaks off, shuddering.

years older than me, right?" I breathe, threading my fingers through his hair. Driven to comfort him, even as

fact that he doesn't want to stop. Warning me that it will escalate. Why is excitement fluttering in every cell of my body? I need to get

lift to mine, perturbed and slightly dangerous. "There are men in

smell you. I can't stand it." Thoughts churn behind his light brown gaze. "I'll let you