Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

15: Gage.

She walks out of the bedroom and I see her immediately, because I've been staring at the door for twenty minutes, waiting. Waiting for her. Trying to breathe without her long enough to let her take a shower and put on some clothes. It's not going well. Every time she's not in my arms, every second I'm not consumed by her, all I can think of is losing her. How the lies I told to my teammates are going to come back to haunt me. It's only a matter of time.

After the championship tonight, I have to come clean. I have to clarify to each and every one of them that I'm not dating Stella for my image. I'm with her because she's my fucking life.

Now that I've spent the last two days giving her my cock, the sharpest parts of my jealousy are gone. She's mine. She's mine. I've made her say it a thousand times. And I know I'll spend the rest of my life strangled by possessiveness for her, but right now, in this moment, that ugly emotion is at rest. There's only the love and peace she blesses me with.

The lust is there, too.

Oh Christ, is it ever there.

Never goes away.

I've banged her in the shower, on the couch, on the floor, the kitchen table, in my bed and several times against the wall, but every time I come inside of her, I only get hungrier. I want her again, again, again. Even now, when we have five minutes before we have to leave for the field, I'm considering bending her over in that little jean skirt, tights and sandals. She'll welcome my cock eagerly, too, won't she? She's so goddamn horny, I find myself mounted in the middle of the night, her pussy dragging up and down my swelling cock, those little mewling noises wrecking my chest, hardening me to steel.

I push off the couch and advance on her, watching the black of her pupils bleed wide. "You wearing a skirt to my game?"

She nods. "And stockings."

"Stockings," I repeat, gripping my cock through my mesh shorts. "Those don't go all the way up to your pussy?"

"No." Her knees inch together. "Almost."

I back her into the wall, my composure already waning. "What does 'almost'

mean?"

Her answer doesn't come quickly enough, so I jerk the skirt up to her hips and...Jesus. My cock is at full attention now. She's got on these stockings that stop two inches from her panties, leaving smooth sections of her thighs naked, save the bite marks I left behind.

I drag a hand down my open mouth. "You think I'll be able to concentrate on the field with you in the stands dressed like a dick tease?"

"I'm wearing the stockings to stay warm."

"Go put on pants, please."

off my last

take her shopping soon. I keep meaning to bring her to the mall to buy new underwear, new clothes and shoes, but despite my best intentions, she

apologize to her for being a bad

the game. He's been doing it since my

give me a B12 shot. The quarterback coach. School administrators who want the bragging rights of saying

want to

I love

nothing more important

over

ready to go. You ready to

I pin my girlfriend with a look. "But I'm going to need a security team to stay with Stella

silence. "A whole

in my shorts. Jesus. No way I

she's not

as if she knows exactly what I'm thinking and I'm proven correct when she trails a finger down my cock through the thin material of my shorts. And that innocent touch burns me alive. My hands move of their own volition, ripping the panties down to her ankles. She's barely managed to kick them away before I'm lifting her up, slamming her back into the wall, shoving down the waistband of my shorts to

you horny fucking angel." I ram deep, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the scream, barely managing to keep my own

wet perfection.

ear. "Cover it in that sweet fucking come, then get on your knees and lick

sure where

why it feels

know she

soon as

mouth and I lose my mind. I'm in a

Stella," I demand. "Obliterate

she whispers, tremulously, setting

leaves me

drive her up against the wall one final time,

before. This is what I've been chasing with her without knowing it. Full authority. A relationship that is so airtight, it cannot be severed or questioned. I'm not some kind of sicko who wants to imagine her as my stepdaughter or something, I just want to be the only man in her life. I want to block

That's me.

holding on to each other like we've just been through battle. I'm covering her face and hair in kisses, running my hands over every

ever be enough for

scoop her still-shaking body up into my arms and enter the bedroom, setting her carefully down on the top of my dresser. I open the top drawer and take out my championship ring from last year and a gold chain one of the coaches