Wanting by Lynn Burke

Gideon

The weeks passed cold as fuck, the sky dark as fuck, and my frown permanently in fucking place.

Alaska sucked, and Ingrid seemed more in love with Dad with every passing day. Ruined my goddamn breakfast more than one morning, having them acting like their worlds revolved around one another.

I saw Dad’s straying gaze even if Ingrid didn’t.

He might be caught up in his love affair and the plans to weasel his way legally into her life, but he’d stray eventually. The idea of Addilyn was too damn addictive for him not to.

Christmas morning, Ingrid spoiled the hell out of us—daughter included. New iPhones, new threads, a flatscreen TV for my room…fuck yeah, I thanked her for that shit even though her money made me jealous as hell—and rekindled resentment inside me toward Dad.

He hadn’t ever been one for giving a single gift or two, and once he gambled all our money away, I never got jack shit.

The following days of Christmas break?

Fucking torture.

Addilyn and me beneath the same roof every goddamn day. Dad and Ingrid in and out of the house, both heading to her offices downtown. She’d taken him into her Reed Enterprises, giving him a seat on the board, a title, and all that shit.

She also agreed to the no prenup idea. Stupid bitch, but whatever. It’d be her funeral someday—not mine—that lined Dad’s pockets. I wondered if he’d give me a cut or leave me high and dry. Knowing him, it’d be the latter, but I told myself I might get lucky for a change.

A few nights before New Year’s, the two of them went out to eat, their last official date before saying “I do.”

That left me alone with the princess who locked herself up in her room.

I kept my bathroom door open—just in case she wanted a peek of me sprawled on my bed that sat right in line with the damn thing. Direct view. I watched the clock while flicking through channels on my new flatscreen, one arm propped behind my head.

At nine-twenty, I flicked off the TV, dimmed my overhead lights, and stripped down, keeping my sheet mid-thigh. I pulled the silk panties I’d stolen from the hamper earlier in the day from beneath my pillow. Hard dick in hand, I settled in, hoping she wouldn’t derail from her usual nine-thirty nightly routine of readying for bed.

A few sniffs of her dirty panties, a couple of leisurely strokes along my dick, and thoughts of her mouth wrapped around my dick caused pre-cum to ooze from the slit. I twirled that shit around the throbbing head, smearing it down over my length, my hips rising to meet my fist.

Fuck, jerking off to thoughts of Addilyn, to her musky scent made me want to blow faster than usual.

I squeezed my balls to keep from shooting early, my dick pulsing in my hand.

“Come on, princess,” I hissed through clenched teeth, focusing on her door on the other side of the bathroom while wrapping her dirty panties around my dick to lessen the skin-on-skin friction.

Two more strokes of silk along my length pulled a groan from my chest, and thank fuck, her door handle turned.

Head down, she walked into the bathroom, firmly tying a flannel robe around her waist.

I hooded my eyes and groaned louder, sucking my lower lip between my teeth.

She stumbled to a stop, her head whipped up—and she fucking froze like a goddamn deer.

Jesus, fuck.

I squeezed my base, holding my length straight up in the air to let her see the precum ooze from my slit. “You look like you want this,” I rasped out. “Come on over and ride my dick, princess.”

Pink flushed her high cheek bones, and another groan rumbled through my chest.

“I’m only fifteen,” she whispered, attempting for sass and falling so damn short I wanted to laugh at her attempt.

“Soon to be sixteen,” I reminded her, moving my dick back and forth with my hand, even though I knew there was no way in hell I’d tempt her into climbing aboard.

“Are those…my panties?” Her voice rose at the end, clearly headed toward hysterics.

I grinned. “Pulled them out of the hamper this morning. Still warm. Still damp from your pussy. Got a fresh whiff of your musk. Been thinking about it all goddamn day.”

“You’re sick,” she spat out with a little more heat—but stared at my hand as I slid it up and over my tip again. The schlicking noise of more pre-cum coating my fingertips tingled my balls.

“And I’ll bet your wet,” I grunted the words with assurance, lifting my hips to fuck my fist through her panties.

Mute, lips parted, and chest heaving, she met my gaze.

Blue eyes hazed with innocent lust—fuck how I wanted to ruin her mascara, streak her cheeks with blackened tears.

“If I slid my fingers between your thighs, what would I find, Addilyn?” I fucked through my grasp again, imagining shoving my dick into her throat, ready to blow my spunk all over my chest while she watched. “Hmm? Are you wet for my dick, princess?”

“Y-you’re sick.” Face full-on red, she rushed across the bathroom—and slammed my goddamn door shut.

My balls exploded, and I grunted with every ribbon of sticky white spurting over my chest and abs.

“Fucking hell…” I gritted my teeth as the last two dribbles leaked from my slit. “Jesus.”

I sank back, chuckling at the ceiling, knowing Addilyn would never again open her bathroom door without peeking first.

Uptight little princess definitely needed that stick removed from her ass—if only she’d let me slide it out and replace the length with my dick.

I ended up stroking myself to climax minutes later to thoughts of her tight rosebud stretching around my girth, her tears soaking her pillow—because no fucking way would I take her in my bed. It’d be on her sheets, her virginal mattress, where I would fuck the attitude right out of her and show her she was just as depraved as me.