Sweet Girl by Quell T. Fox
Charlotte
WhenIgetinside,myplanistoslipupstairsandhideawayinmyroom.ForcemyselftosleepuntilmymothergetshomeinthemorningandI’msafe.
No such luck. The moment the door closes behind me, I’m being summoned. Hearing my name come out of his mouth makes me tremble with anticipation. I should ignore him… but I don’t want to.
I take a deep breath before walking towards the den, which is where I know he waits for me. It’s the only place in the house he hangs out. Each step I take, my feet grow heavier. The emotions coursing through me are confusing. Everything battles with the other. This isn’t right, but I can’t help it. I know this is wrong. My body reacts to his, my body wants his. My brain? It knows how messed up this is. How wrong it is to be doing whatever it is we are doing.
Lusting after my mom’s fiancé is one thing. Actually having my mom’s fiancé is another. That’s a line I never thought I’d cross. Ever. Never in a million years did I expect to be in this position, no matter how many times I thought of it. Part of me had accepted we could never be and I think that’s what made the obsession worse. Knowing I could never have what I wanted. Jonathan was the forbidden fruit. I have no idea what I am supposed to do here. I know what I want to do, and have thought of it a million times. But can I actually go through with this?
I stop in the doorway, the den once again dark. The lamp is on, but dim. I find him standing beside his desk, looking at a few papers strewn about. It’s long past the sun going down. I glance at the clock and I know Mom won’t be home for hours. Too many to stall him, that’s for sure. But is that what I want? I’ve thought of this man for years. If he offers himself to me right now, what would I do?
I know exactly what I want to do and it makes me the world’s worst daughter.
I could turn around and leave. I could go up to my room and lock myself inside. I know, without a doubt, that if I said no and meant it, he would leave me be. I know he would but… I can’t. I can’t find it in myself to turn away and do the right thing.
“Sit,” he says with no amount of emotion, gesturing towards the couch. I take slow steps and sit when I reach it. “Did you enjoy dinner?”
My mind races, unsure of how to answer that. The memory of dinner is a blur, only filled with thoughts of his fingers roaming my leg.
“Charlotte?”
“Y–yes,” I say.
“Do you remember what I said about answering me when I ask you a question?”
“Yes,” I say, this time quicker.
“Be sure that you do.” He walks out from behind his desk and towards the bookshelf against the far wall. He browses the books, running his fingers along the spines as if he is looking for something to read. I doubt that’s what is on his mind right now. “It seems the boy has a crush on you. Do you feel the same towards him?”
I think about it for a moment. And when he clears his throat, I know I’m running out of time. I’m not sure why he has the power to control me like this, but fuck, I’d be lying if I said I hated it.
“No,” I answer, truthfully. Because I can’t say I have a crush on Jace. He’s good looking, and he’s fun, but I don’t like him like that. I mean, I’d hoped to, I wanted to, but I don’t. Not yet, anyway. I’m not sure that I ever will. Not when I know there are people like Jonathan in the world. Jace is safe… and dare I say, boring. I can see what a life with someone like him would bring me and I don’t like it. Don’t like knowing I can see how my life will play out, probably year by year.
And I get that from my mother. The need for adventure, to experience life. To do things how I want, and not to fit into a societal mold.
“Good, that would have made things more difficult,” he says smoothly. He finally turns towards me, his face shadowed. He looks angry again, his jaw clenched. What did I do this time? He closes the distance between us and when he reaches me, he gets to his knees, his hands landing on my thighs. A small gasp leaves my lips at his touch. At the closeness of his face to my body.
He slides his hands up my legs, pushing my dress up higher. His mouth drops to my leg, placing one soft, gentle kiss before running his hot, wet tongue along the inside of my thigh. My hips involuntarily roll towards him, a moan leaving my lips. My hands find his hair and it’s just as soft as I thought it would be. Dragging my fingers through it, I grip and pull slightly. His beard brushes along my leg, making me want more.
“Do you like that? Naughty girl, aren’t you? I already knew that about you though.” He slides his fingers up and down my thighs, each time getting a little closer to my center. “You teased me for years and then you left. Just like that,” he snaps his fingers, slightly startling me. “This is the deal, Charlotte. This is how things are going to go from now on. You are mine, do you understand?” He brings his mouth to my leg again, nipping my flesh, and I hold back the moan that wants to escape. “You belong to me, no one else. You do as I say, when I say it. And if you’re a good girl, you’ll be rewarded. But if you misbehave, I’ll just have to punish you again. Only next time, I won’t go so easy.”
“Why?” I ask, suddenly finding my voice.
“Because you’re gorgeous, Charlotte. Because you were made for me.”
“But—” He holds up a finger and I immediately stop speaking.
“Let me give you a little something to ease you into this...” His hands slide around my hips and he pulls me up. When I stand, his face is right in front of my crotch. He’s so close I can feel his breath through the thin material of my dress. His fingers trail from my ankle, up my thigh, and under my dress. Hooking his fingers into my panties, he pulls them down, and helps me to lift my feet, one by one, to step out of them.
I swallow hard at the thought of what is going on, of what is going to happen. The touch of his fingers burn my skin and I have never wanted anything more in my life than I want this right now. My clit is throbbing with the need to feel his tongue on me, his fingers inside of me. This is what I’ve been waiting for. For years I have dreamt of this man, and now I finally get to have him. There is nothing else I’m thinking of in this moment, just him and I. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, and my skin is warm with need, my lower belly on fire with want.
It’s just Jonathan and me.
I keep my hands in his hair, mostly to hold me steady as he grips the hem of my dress and pulls it up my waist, bunching it in the back and holding it tightly. He places a kiss right above my clit and then pushes me to sit back on the couch. All in one motion, his hands spread my knees apart before sliding behind them and pulling me to the end of the couch. His thumb glides up my slit, the sensation overwhelming.
“Fuck, you’re wet. Are you this wet for me? Tell me, Charlotte. Tell me this is all for me,” he growls.
“It is,” I whisper, throwing my head back on the couch.
This is really fucking happening.
“It is… what?”
“It’s all for you,” I say. A dark laugh leaves his lips.
“I’ve wanted to taste you since the first day that I saw you.” He moves closer, sliding his hot tongue along my thigh, so much closer to where I want him to be, I buck my hips and whimper at the feeling. “But of course, I couldn’t have you then.” He moves his head further between my legs, brushing his nose against my clit, the sensation causing me to whimper. He darts his tongue out, sliding from my hole up to my clit. I hold back the sounds needing to escape my chest, not wanting to fully give in to him just yet. I enjoy this back and forth and he needs to know this won’t be so easy. “Mm, delicious.” He goes in again, this time he slides his tongue up and back down before pulling away. “So fucking sweet.”
My chest rises heavily, my fingers digging into the couch. Jonathan brings his mouth back to my center, running the flat of his tongue up and down slowly. Nothing has ever felt like this. I’ve had guys go down on me, but clearly they didn’t know what they were doing. I had a feeling of that before, but now I’m sure. The way Jonathan feels between my legs, nothing in this world could beat this. He slides two fingers into me without hesitation.
“Fuck, you are so tight,” he says against my pussy. Pulling his mouth away, he looks down, watching his fingers slide in and out of me with ease. The need in his eyes has me groaning and clenching around his fingers. He lets out a husky laugh and dives back in. His movements become quicker and less teasing than they were only moments ago. Now, he’s on a mission. He hooks his fingers upwards as my hands drag down and find his shoulders, my fingers digging into the firm muscles I find. I watch him as he pleasures me and I still can’t believe this is real. An orgasm starts to build all too quickly. I don’t want this to end. I want to spend hours like this, with him between my legs with the need to please me.
He laughs each and every time I pull his hair. He moans as he licks me, and when my orgasm hits, I’m crying out, unable to control my body as it spasms around his fingers, soaking the couch beneath me.
He stands and takes a step back. My eyes go to the bulge in his pants and I lick my lips.
“Not today, princess. I think I’ve given you enough.” He reaches into his pants and adjusts himself, only making my need to have him in my mouth more.
Disappointment strikes when I realize I’m not getting anything else. I could try, but something tells me the control he has is more than I am ready to take on. I mean, the orgasm was amazing and I can’t complain. The way his tongue felt against me was pure bliss. But ever since the first time I saw him jerking off, the only thing I could think of was taking him into my mouth. Was pleasing him, and watching him get off because of me. I want some of that. I want to be the one to make him come. I want to watch up close as his face twists into pleasure. I want to taste him. He leans down, planting a kiss on the side of my mouth, his lips and beard still wet with my juices. “Go on up to bed. And remember what I said.”
I stand and reach down for my panties, worried about leaving any evidence of what we did in this room. I can only hope the couch will dry before my mother gets home. Jonathan places his foot on my sensible, bikini style pink panties and I look up to him shaking his head with a smirk. “I have plans for these.”
I leave them there and scurry out of the room. Only I don’t head right up the stairs. I stop around the corner and listen. I listen and hope. And it pays off. Quiet moans come from the room only moments later and I listen keenly as he brings himself to orgasm because of me. He touched himself, stroked his cock, to the thought of me. Only when I know he’s done do I go upstairs to my own room. Locking the door and making myself come twice more.