by S. C. Adams
“Oh Tanner,” is her delighted cry. I know what I’m doing. I push my finger in deeper, and stroke against her g-spot, tantalizing the sweet girl. I swirl two fingers around inside her, feeling her walls pulsate around them.
Her nails dig so hard into my suit jacket, that I can actually feel them on my back. But this isn’t how I want her to come. With a slow sucking sound, I pull my fingers from her wet twat and then kneel in front of that heaving, curvy form before peeling her panties down. Oh shit. She’s so gorgeous, pink and tight, and my mouth waters. Kylie stares down at me.
“What are you doing?”
“I haven’t had a chance to taste you properly,” is my hungry growl. Ever since seeing her, I’ve wanted to do everything imaginable to her body. “You might want to hold on to something,” I tell her. One of her hands goes to the doorknob, forming a tight grip on it. Meanwhile, I take one of her knees and push it upwards so that her steaming folds are revealed in all their glory.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” she squeals, looking down at me.
I grin.
“I think it’s pretty obvious, baby girl. I need access to this pretty pussy, and you’re giving it to me.”
With that, it begins. She’s open and calling to me, and I can resist no longer. I lick up her slit, flattening my tongue against her folds as she gasps. I feel her hand pulling at my hair. She grips at the strands, hanging on to me like a lifeline.
I keep going, dipping my tongue in and out of her hole. She grinds down against my mouth, creaming wetly, and I use one of my hands to hold down her hip to keep her from jolting off of me.
“Oh my god!” she moans. I suck on her clit, tasting her juices as they run down my throat. She mewls and creams hard into my mouth again. The nectar is sweet, and my dick is straining against my pants. I want to push it inside her, and to feel her pussy raw on my cock, but my restraint keeps me from losing all control.
I run my tongue on her swollen bud, and Kylie tenses up before letting out a long, low, guttural cry. Her pussy clenches, and then she comes into my mouth, undulating against the door as her breasts heave. Sharp spasms run through her folds and she juices again and again as I gulp these heavenly fluids.
“Oh Tanner,” is her moan. “Oh god, what have you done?”
I continue to swallow, loving the tangy taste of my girl. I lap wetly at her cunt as her shivers die down, and finally place one last love bite on her nub. She shrieks and squeals before collapsing into my arms.
“Oh Tanner,” she breathes. “That felt amazing.” I kiss her deeply. My tongue pushes into her mouth, letting her know what she tastes like, and to my delight, she seems to like it. She moans into my mouth, sucking down her own fluids even as her pussy humps against my leg a bit.
Our embrace breaks apart, but Kylie’s not done. Her hand travels down my body and reaches my pants. Her fingers brush against my dick, and it jumps.
“What about you?” she asks.
My erection is strained as fuck.
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. This was all about making you feel good.”
“But I want to,” she pouts. Kylie pushes on my shoulders, and obligingly, I lie down on the bed. She seats herself by my legs, and I watch as she undoes my belt, taking her time to pull the leather through the loops on my pants. She unbuttons and unzips me, pulling my trousers and boxers down slightly so my cock can spring out.
I grunt at some of the relieved pressure, and my tip is fully at attention. It almost hurts how turned on I am, the glans throbbing and purple.
“You know, I’ve never done this before,” she licks her lips.
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” I say gently. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No Tanner, I want to,” she says with determination. “It’s only fair.” Her hand gently wraps around my shaft and starts to move up and down. I fall back, overwhelmed. I’m like a teenager getting a handjob. It shouldn’t feel this great, but it does.
Her lips wrap around the head of my cock. She brings her mouth as far down as she can, my dick hitting the back of her throat, before coming back up. Her hand does the rest of the work, and soon Kylie is sucking and pumping me like a pro. I groan and shut my eyes, trying to keep from blowing my load too soon.
“Fuuuuck,” I mutter. Her throat vibrates, sending shivers right up my spine. This is the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. I tangle my hands in her hair, using it to guide her. Her tongue swirls around my tip, licking up the cum that’s starting to seep out.
Her other hand plays with my balls, softly massaging them. I can’t take it any longer. All the blood rushes down, and I let out a white-hot stream of cum into her mouth. I watch as her throat struggles to swallow it all, some of it spilling out of the corners of her lips. Oh god, she looks so beautiful like this.
Throwing me a secret smile, Kylie looks up at me while licking at her lips a bit.
“Was that good, Tanner?” she asks in a sweet voice.
I collapse on the mattress in a heap of tiredness. The beautiful girl lays down next to me still humming with pleasure. Taking a big sigh, I swing an arm around her curvy form, and we settle together. It feels good like this. Right, even.
Silently, we enjoy each other’s company, but then I feel her narrow shoulders tense. I close my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm down. I have a feeling I know where she’s going, but I don’t think I’m ready to get there with her yet.
“Tanner?”
“Yeah?”
There’s a long pause.
“I’ll leave first this time, okay? Stay here and wait for a while so that no one suspects.”
My eyes pop open, surprised. I sit up on my elbows and watch as she gets herself together. Once everything is back in place, she goes to the door.
“Just give me a few,” she says with a quick smile, and then Kylie unlocks the door and leaves without another word. I fully sit up, at a loss. She’s been the one trying to get all the answers out of me this entire time. I thought she would question me again, trying to dissect what just happened between us.
But she didn’t.
She just left.
Am I happy about this? I feel like I should be.
A no-questions-asked arrangement is the kind of thing I’m always looking for. Maybe I’ve just gotten used to her little outbursts and rambles. Or maybe I’m just getting comfortable with the idea of Kylie being around.
Damnit, I shouldn’t be thinking so much about this. It’s not like Kylie and I are in any type of relationship. We enjoy each other’s bodies and that’s it. That’s always been it. The second she truly wants more, I’m out. Or at least, I think that’s what’s going to happen.
Grumbling, I stand up and get myself in order. I’m sure Veronica hasn’t even noticed I’m missing because she’s still eating up the limelight. But frankly, if my fiancée leaves me to myself, it’s the best of both worlds. This is what I wanted, right? No muss, no fuss. That’s why I’m with Veronica and not her daughter.
After all, Kylie’s young and naïve. She’d want attention and emotions and all these things I’m not willing to put into a relationship. She’d want me to hold her, pet her, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Not that I’d mind, but it’s better to keep things in life simple. It’s always worked for me in the past.
But my heart hammers with disappointment as I leave the room. If Kylie had wanted to stay and chat, I wouldn’t have turned a deaf ear. I’d hold that plump body close, caressing her assets as I listened. The problem is that she didn’t stay, and now maybe I’m the one in over my head.
7
Kylie
After that whole thing with Tanner, I couldn’t stay at the bridal shower any longer. I keep telling myself, This isn’t going to happen. This isn’t going to happen. I won’t touch Tanner again.
But then I do. I do it over and over and over again, and I love it.
It’s just so easy to fall into his arms and let him stroke me. I want him to caress
me and to make me cry out, not to mention to touch him and have him moan in ecstasy in return.
I had planned on staying with my mom after the shower, but I can’t face her now. I run down the stairs and head for the door, but before I can make my exit, I bump into my aunt.
“Kylie! Where are you off to?” Jane asks with a curious expression. I stop dead in my tracks, not sure what to do or where to go. I can’t just run off because Jane would immediately know that something is up. She probably already knows given my flushed cheeks and the secret sparkle in my eye.
“Um, I was just heading out,” I say evasively.
She shoots me a skeptical look.
“You’re leaving? Are you unwell?”
Not physically. But I’m not feeling so great. All this stuff with Tanner is making me unsure and unsteady, not to mention a little overwhelmed.
“I’m a little sick, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in a couple of hours.”
Jane gives me a kind smile.
“Okay, sweetie. Do you want me to take you home? I wouldn’t mind.” The longer we’re stuck here by the stairs, the more I worry that Tanner is going to walk out of the guest room, and Aunt Jane is really good at figuring things out.
“That’s fine. I can just call a taxi. I don’t want to make you have to leave,” I say quickly.
Jane merely clucks.
“It’s really no problem, sweetie. My car’s right outside.”
This time I put my foot down.
“No, Auntie Jane. Stay and eat all the food because it’s delicious. I’ll call you later, okay?”
Finally, my aunt gives in.
“Okay, sweetheart. Just feel better, you hear?” I give her a hug, and we part ways. It’s the small things to be grateful for in life.
I head outside and call a taxi. Once I’m back at my apartment, I head straight to my bedroom and hole up in it. But even lying on my bed isn’t helping because I’ve got his musk all over me, and I’m wearing the floral dress he complimented. Everything is a gosh darn reminder of him. Tanner freaking Logan!
I need to get out of these clothes. I need to take a shower, a very, long, cold shower to be precise. I strip, throwing everything onto the floor. I’ll take care of them later when my head is on much straighter. I stumble into my bathroom, drunk off this anger and resentment towards myself, of all people. Turning the knob as hot as I can take it, I decide I deserve a bit of punishment. After all that just happened, I’m not even sure who I am anymore.
I mean, what is my life? Just a couple of weeks ago, I was excited about applying for a job at the library, and now, I’m sleeping with my soon-to-be stepdad. Not to mention, I’ve done it again and again and again and again.
What happened to the Kylie the future librarian, spending her days surrounded by stacks and stacks of books? What happened to the girl who was happy with zero drama, who had a simple, straightforward life?
What’s happened is I’ve become someone I don’t even recognize. I’m sure this isn’t what my friends meant when they wanted me to become less boring. They probably just wanted me to get out a bit, instead of staying locked away in my apartment reading books for fun.
Why did this happen? How did Tanner cause this change? The crazy part is that I’m starting to actually like him, and that’s the most frustrating portion of this whole thing.
He is a bit of a jerk and does all these things that exasperate me, and he pushes every single one of my buttons. But then there are those other moments. Moments when he makes me feel beautiful and desirable and he makes me smile and laugh.
Moments that could maybe make this whole thing worthwhile.
Why?!?! I’ve never had a man make me feel this good, and now, that man just had to be my mom’s fiancé, of all the men in the world.
I soap up my loofah and start to scrub my body. On every inch of my skin, I can feel his hands. I scrub harder and harder, needing to forget.
But I can’t.
I throw my loofah to the ground. This isn’t working. Nothing about any of this is working. I lean against the shower wall, my mind immediately wandering to thoughts of Tanner.
My body feels flushed as I think about him being in this shower with me. I still haven’t seen him fully naked, but I’ve felt his muscles underneath those beautifully tailored suits he wears.
I massage my breast, rolling my nipple between my fingers. We didn’t have sex last time, not really. And now, I’ve come to love to feel of his cock in my bottom. I never thought I’d be so into anal but having the ridges of his dick slide in and out of me…
Jesus Christ!
My hand travels down my body, but instead of going straight for my clit, I wrap my arm around to my back and tentatively push it between the crease in my ass. My breathing picks up as I slip my middle finger into my anus, twirling it around.
I imagine that it’s Tanner’s finger, sending a perverse thrill up my spine. I add more fingers, pumping in and out more vigorously. My legs are barely holding me up.
I use my other hand to press against my clit, rubbing tight, aggressive circles.
“Oh, fuck!”
I want to get Tanner’s face out of my head, but he’s exactly whom I’m thinking about when orgasm finally tears through me. His piercing blue eyes rock my world, with those perfect lips doing things that I can’t even imagine. I scream in the shower, letting loose violently as my pussy and ass spasm over and over again. Those blue eyes sparkle in my mind, and the corner of his lip quirks as he praises me on how responsive I am. I moan again, my chin dropping as electric tingles judder through my sweetest spots.
I finally come down from my high, and boy, is it a far fall.
Sliding onto the shower floor, my head drops into my hands. I’m beyond royally screwed. Even with the hot water running down my face, I feel tears begin to fall in hot trails. I cry until I have no more tears left.
The rest of the shower goes by quickly. Shutting down my brain, even for a short amount of time, is easier than actually thinking. But once my back hits my mattress, my mind is back to racing.
Clearly, I’m going to have to be the one to fix things. Tanner doesn’t seem to have any interest in finding an actual solution. Maybe it would be easier to be more like him. To go for what I want with zero qualms.
But what does Tanner Logan want?
On the surface, it sounds like he wants sex and power, but there are easier ways to get both. Especially sex. I’m sure he could get any woman he wanted, but he had to go after me. His fiancée’s daughter.
There has to be something else going on. Something deep, dark and incredibly secret, that no one knows. Maybe even Tanner doesn’t realize his own true nature.
“You know what?” I say to no one but myself. “I’m going to have to do something about this.”
I get out of bed to check my calendar. My heart falls. My mom’s bachelorette party is this coming weekend, except that she’s decided to combine it with Tanner’s bachelor party, all in the name of “parity” and “gender equality.” I already don’t want to go.
But it’s the next time Tanner and I are in the same room together, and I’ve got to take things into my own hands. Sure, there will be other people there, but that’s how it seems to always go with us. I’m going to confront him and get the answers I desperately need.
He won’t brush me off this time. He has to know we can’t go on ignoring our issues. We’ll have to actually talk about this sooner or later.
I take out my phone to make another call to Andrea. Maybe she’ll be able to help me figure out to say.
“Howdy, girl. What’s the juicy gossip now?” she asks.
I sigh.
“I did it again, Andi.”
“What?” Once again, I don’t know how to tell Andrea what’s going on. It’s beyond embarrassing, but I really need help. She has a sense of what I’m going to say and gasps.
“Oh my god, you don’t mean … ?”
I groan.
“Yes, Andi, ye
s. I mean exactly that.”
“Oh, Kylie. Is he really that good in bed? How can this be happening? Girl, you are in big trouble.”
“Andrea!” I know she’s trying to help, but it’s making me feel worse. “I feel awful already.”
“Okay, okay. So what are you going to do?” she asks in a sympathetic tone.
I think for a moment.
“I have no idea,” is my glum reply. “It seems I’m stuck.”
“Well, it doesn’t sound that bad,” she says diplomatically.
I make a face.
“Andrea, he’s marrying my mom!”
“Well, you got me there,” she concedes. “But,” my friend continues, “what if he wasn’t marrying your mom?”
I sigh.
“I don’t know, Andi. The fact of the matter is that he is, and I need to figure out what to say to him, so he stops using all those charming words to get into my panties.”
My best friend clicks her tongue.
“Okay, I can help you with that. So you want to confront him, and you need to know what to say?”
“Yeah.”
“Just tell him you think he’s a piece of shit, and if he wants to keep doing what y’all are doing, he’s going to have to dump your mom and stop being a total tool. And if that’s a no, then tell him he can go to hell.”
I don’t say anything while biting my lip.
“So how does that sound?” my friend asks in a bright tone.
“I could try that, I guess.” Andrea is a lot more confrontational than I am, so it would probably be easier for her to call a guy she’s sleeping with an asshat. But if I can channel my Andi side, maybe I can say all those things to Tanner. My friend chortles then.
“I believe in you, girl. Go give him hell.”
“Thanks, Andi. I appreciate it.”
We say goodbye and hang up. With a plan in my head, I’m feeling a little better, but realistically, what are the chances I’m going to be able to take Tanner head on? Past experience tells me that he pretty much sweeps me off my feet whenever we’re alone together. Who’s to say that the next time will be any different?
