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."

buttons off

have got to 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 keeps ending up on her back beneath me,

can apologize to her for being a bad boyfriend, there is a

been doing it since my freshman year, unwilling to

A trainer to make sure I'm at full strength, probably preparing to give me a B12 shot. The quarterback coach. School administrators who

want to

I love the

nothing, nothing more important than the girl in

shout over my shoulder

ready to go. You

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

drawn-out silence. "A whole

shorts. Jesus. No way I can play tonight without fucking her

she's not safe, I don't

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,

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

is tight, soaking wet perfection. "Take

her ear. "Cover it in that sweet fucking come, then get

where that word comes

sure why it feels

she comes

as I say it.

So goddamn tight that I forgot about the men standing in the hallway. My hand falls away from her mouth and I lose my mind. I'm in a frenzy, pounding her seizing cunt into the wall, grinding on it with long, shuddering moans, reveling in the way her thighs tremble around me, the way she keeps her eyes trained on me

I

she whispers, tremulously, setting

me in a massive

one final

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 out the fucking sun. I want to be where she runs for reassurance and pleasure

That's me.

I'm covering her face and hair in kisses, running my hands over every inch of her skin. I've left red abrasions on her

will ever be enough

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 gave me as a gift. Slipping the ring onto the chain, I fasten it around her neck where