Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 78

10: Gage.

Of all the atrocious shit I've done since my father died-vandalizing cars, getting into drunken brawls-the thoughts I'm having right now are by far the worst.

I stand above Stella while she spreads the blanket out on the sand. Her skirt is in tatters in my car, so she's wearing nothing but panties and a button-down shirt. And not a single one of the buttons are fastened, thanks to some work from my deft fingers back in the truck. So she's on her knees, arranging the blanket and her tits are dangling there like forbidden fruit. My dick is stiffer than sin in my briefs, there is no one around for miles and I can't help it. I can't help but think about how easily I could make her mine right now.

I wouldn't have to use force. She's addicted to skin on skin contact with me.

It makes her hot. A few minutes of making out with our shirts off and she'd be screaming for me to put it in. I'm a bastard. I'm a terrible man for considering it. One flick up my wrist and she'd be on her back. She might try and push me off, briefly, but she's too horny to fight me for long. She'd let me kiss her. I'd hump her through those threadbare panties and she'd start to crave the real thing. The way I do.

No, crave isn't the right word for how badly I want Stella.

I'm being eaten alive.

She stretches out to smooth a corner of the blanket and the shirt rides up to the small of her back, displaying her ass. Those two tight buns that I'd crawl across a thousand miles of broken glass to sink my teeth into. I'm used to getting what I want, when I want it. And I've never wanted anything more than her heart, her body, her commitment to me. Never. Nothing else even comes close. So the waiting, the torture, is something of an honor. The lust burns, but I fucking love it. It belongs to Stella. It's for her, so it's right.

I'm the man who gets to be with her. That's worth the pain.

But that doesn't mean I'm a saint.

I have to find a way to get some relief. Something. Anything. Or I'm worried I won't make it through the next two days without impressing my will upon her.

And that would disrespect her thoughtfulness, her determination to make me a better man and football player. Can't do that to my future wife. I won't. I can be the good man she thinks I am.

Can't I?

I swallow the rock in my throat and close my eyes, breathing deep. Don't think about how tight her pussy is going to be. Yeah right. Every other thought in my head consists of exactly that. How she'll stretch and clench and whimper and claw.

Relief. I need it. Some measure of it. Somehow.

Already disgusted with myself, I whip off my shirt and toss it into the sand, kneeling down beside Stella on the blanket. She's in the process of finding the right page of her notes, so it takes her a moment to look up. But when she does, her double-take almost makes me laugh. Or groan. Or both. Her balance wanes and she starts to pitch sideways, so I reach out and steady her. "You all right, Stella?"

"What, me? Yes." She's staring at my abs, so I flex them and listen to her intake of breath. "I just... just..."

"You just what, honey?"

expect you to be

that what

during the kissing

my God, she's so fucking cute. How am I not tackling her onto the blanket right now? "You want me to put my shirt

cheeks darken. "I

mock seriousness. “You should probably take yours off, too. Just so

self- conscious. Not when you've got all of

that a compliment, Stella?" I wrap my hands around her waist and drag her toward me. "Ah,

retort, but she chews her lip instead.

prickles of sweat popping up and down my spine.

I'm going to go nice and slow. I'm going to make sure your pussy is wet enough to fit me. We're going to find out what you like so I can give it to you every day for the rest

mine. "What do

empty, meaningless track record with women before her, a pit forms

I yank her closer, the magic of her presence keeping the distress at bay. "When we make love, it's

she repeats dazedly into

I'm coming dangerously close to revealing what an absolute fanatic I am for her. Maybe I have already, somewhat, but she doesn't know how deep this obsession runs. I'm not sure I even know yet. I don't want to show Stella too much intensity and scare her away, though. So I harness every iota of my

responds, shaking

into fists to keep from reaching for

her notes, settling both in her lap. "We should start with Ancient Greece

studious, my heart is in my throat the whole fucking time. I don't forget for a single second

but I

I the first guy you've

didn't just shout that question

can tutor other females if you

giggles-making a significant dent in my

"Distracting how?"

through my notes, you've looked like...I don't know. Like you're

"I am."

tilts her head, exasperated, and it's almost

you paid attention to a single word I'd

honey. Quiz me." I beat my chest

easy. Who fought in the Peloponnesian War?" "Athens and