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 we agreed

during the

am I not tackling her onto the blanket

cheeks darken. "I

take

You don't even know the meaning of self- conscious. Not when you've got all

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

retort, but she chews her lip instead.

sweat popping up and down my spine. Oh, this girl of mine. I

contemplating using her need for skin-on-skin contact against her? Christ, I'm such a bastard. "You don't have to be nervous, Stella. When we have sex for the first time, I'm going to go nice and slow. I'm going to make sure your pussy is

search mine. "What do

with women before her, a pit forms in the center of my stomach. "Please, I don't want to think about when you weren't

belly and I yank her closer, the magic of her presence keeping the distress at

she repeats

cheeks. "You think it's crazy to love you after one day, honey? You ain't seen nothing yet." 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

responds,

fists to keep from reaching

in her lap. "We should start with

word. There is no way to forget a single thing that passes through her beautiful lips. The sun sets around her in pinks and golds as she goes through her notes, so intelligent and studious, my heart is in my throat the whole fucking time. I don't forget for a single second that we have a deal, either. For every answer I get correct, she's going to kiss me somewhere on my body. She's going to do it topless, too. Jesus, if every man was lucky enough to study this way, there wouldn't be a single failed test for the rest of

hadn't even considered the possibility until now, but I don't like it and it's not happening. "Medieval history doesn't seem to agree with you," she

I the first

As if I didn't just shout that

rushes through me so swiftly, I get dizzy. "You can tutor other females

a significant dent in my irritation. "That

"Distracting how?"

looked

"I am."

tilts her head, exasperated, and it's almost as hot as

you paid attention to a

beat my chest

War?" "Athens and Sparta. Kiss my neck." I