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.

understand that he owns it. He owns me

He kisses his way up my inner thighs, right and left, his fingers twisting in the

boyfriend shed my panties. "Stella," he rasps, seemingly in awe of what

"Ves?"

"Your pussy..."

my breath

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

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

"Gage!"

my hips, presses my legs open with his broad shoulders and buries his mouth

sex in one

you want, whenever

my...oh my..." I whimper, my fingers 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 can't believe how good it feels. God oh God oh

His licks turn frantic.

Desperate.

to spread me open and he flattens that tongue against me again, again, again, 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

fuck you," he grates against my

feel closer to

to me, he says, “I'm saving such a fat nut for you, honey. It's going to look like someone spilled a

this spot he's been licking that feels so incredible and he gives it a raspberry, suctioning lightly, and my back arches involuntarily, another, more powerful tidal wave of pleasure

wetness, my secret muscles

relief and

pitched, fingers

while lust makes me its prisoner. And then I finally

in his presence, just

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

in the room, there is something buzzing.

is calling and why, because he sighs into my

my coach.

starting to

into his embrace,

"No?"

No sneaking out of our bed in the morning. Just

blade up to my ear. "I've never felt anything like this, didn't even know I could, so try and be patient with me. I'm possessive as fuck over you. I know what it means to be abusive, Stella, and Jesus, everything I

sweeps into my chest, battling with joy. I don't understand these conflicting emotions. What is wrong with me? How is this happening so

the most important part of my life was an education. Now he's blocking out the sun. Demanding every ounce of my

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. "Goddammit,

right?" I breathe, threading my fingers through his hair. Driven

to get control of this. Of myself and him, before this gets carried away. "You can't take me out of classes anymore, Gage. You

and

enough to smell you. I can't stand it." Thoughts churn behind his light