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About an hour later, I realize Dominic hasn’t come outside and I frown in confusion when he seemed all about getting some sun. I tie my top back together and grab my empty glass for a daiquiri refill before heading up the stairs. The kitchen is empty and I don’t hear any noise on this floor, making me wonder if maybe he’s decided to take a nap after the long drive and those Red Bulls finally wore off. I make my way through the quiet house and up the staircase and towards what used to be my mom and Dominic’s room.
“Dominic?” I knock quietly and I don’t hear anything. I knock again a little louder before pushing through the door. I let out a sigh of relief but also of concern when I don’t see him. I realize then that the water is running in his bathroom and he must be in the shower. I turn around to exit his room when a noise catches my attention. It’s a loud, low, throaty groan that makes every single one of my hairs stand on end. The goosebumps are almost painful as they appear all over my arms and legs and I can’t escape the tingle between my legs that feels like someone has set a fire. It’s as if I have no control over my body as it propels me forward closer to the noise that seems to be getting louder and louder.
I’m right against the door now, holding my breath, my body physically shaking in…fear? Arousal? Probably a mix of both. Some of his groans are guttural like a roar and some are low moans. Then there’s his voice. His words are like a passionate plea that I can feel in the depths of my soul. Like he’s begging for his climax.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Right there.”
“Fuck.”
“I can’t…can’t…”
Can’t what? I wonder. I stand there for I don’t know how long listening to my stepfather in this intimate carnal moment.
I rub my legs together trying to create some friction without literally sticking my hand down my bikini bottoms. As much as I want to, I can’t.I shouldn’t.My sex clenches in response, dying for some relief but I do my best to ignore it and focus on what’s happening on the other side of the door.
My God this is hot.Hotter than the time I figured out what kind of pornography he watched. I’d borrowed his computer once when mine was being temperamental and I needed something printed. I couldn’t look away from the first site that popped up when I started typing Google into the search bar. Something aboutGood Girls.In a moment of curiosity, I’d clicked and was fascinated by the older men and younger,legal though just barely,girls engaging in quite frankly some of the hottest sex I’d ever seen.
A loud slap breaks my thoughts and I jump slightly, thankful that no sound escapes my lips. I hear another groan and,“Fuck, I am so sorry.”I frown, wondering what he means by that. Why is he apologizing?And to who?
The sound of the water shutting off makes my eyes widen and as quickly and as quietly as I can I back out of the room.
I don’t breathe again until I’m safely in the hallway. I sprint to my room and close the door and begin to pace back and forth wondering what in the hell I just did, invading his privacy, and more importantly, why the fuck I’mstill so horny.
Maybe I should just get off and get it over with.
“No, I can’t.” I told myself that is a line I can’t cross. I can’t allow myself to touch myself thinking about my stepfather because I’m worried it would become my go to. It would become what Ineedto come and nothing would work the same. I’ve always been very careful to keep him out of my thoughts when my hand is between my legs and I can’t start now.
Not while we’re alone in the house.
Not while we’re both vulnerable.
Not while he’s lonely.
Not now that I’mlegal.
I give myself about ten minutes before I head down the stairs and back to the pool. I’m surprised to see Dominic outside and reading a book with a fresh daiquiri on the table next to my chair.
“There you are, I was wondering where you went.” It’s not lost on me that he hasn’t looked up from his book even as I approach him.
“Yeah…I…uhhh had to use the bathroom. I was going to see if you were hungry, but you were in the shower.”Why did I say that? Why?
His eyes snap to mine, and surely enough, ghost down my body again. Even though he’s wearing sunglasses, I see his head move slowly downwards and then upwards. “That swimsuit should be illegal,” he says looking back to his book and a shiver runs through me despite the warm temperatures.
“Really, now?” I sit at the end of his pool chair, moving his feet that are stretched out to make room.
“Stassi, you’re barely covered.”
“Well, it’s a good thing it’s justyouhere.” I raise an eyebrow at him and he doesn’t respond. We just stare at each other and I feel the heat radiating from him that has nothing to do with the temperature. His bare muscular chest is glistening as he begins to sweat and I suddenly feel the urge to run my fingers through the light chest hair that clings to his skin. Everything about him screams raw masculinity and it makes my mouth dry.
He doesn’t reply; he just stares at me, and in a moment of boldness, I get up while I know his eyes are still on me and give him a full show as strut towards my chair with my ass swaying back and forth with the yellow fabric snuggled between my cheeks. I hear a brief intake of air and when I sit down, I notice him staring at me out of my periphery. I grab the sunscreen and squeeze some into my hands before rubbing it slowly down my legs and over my arms. “Do you think you can get my back for me?” I toss him the sunscreen and he gets up and walks towards me.
“Stand up.” His voice is gruff and low as he approaches me and stands behind me. I’m expecting his hands along my back but instead, I feel his fingers tracing down my side.
“When did you get this?” he asks and I realize he must be looking at the tattoo just above my rib cage.
“A few months ago…” I wince. I’d been so good about keeping it covered and wearing dresses and tops that covered it up, but this bathing suit exposes a lot of skin and leaves practically nothing to the imagination.
