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“Do you want me to fuck you, Bambi?” he murmurs huskily.
I give a choking sort of laugh like I’m not vividly imagining straddling his thighs.
“Turn around and pull your panties to one side for me. A quick fuck before we go downstairs for dinner with your mom.”
My heart races, and then trips up and goes flying on one of the words he’s spoken.Mom.
What the hell am I doing? Laz is married to my mother, and she’s downstairs right this second waiting for us. They snipe at each other, but a lot of couples do that when they care for each other. I’m sure Mom cares about Laz in her own way. She doesn’t deserve a husband who cheats on her with her own daughter.
And there’s something else. I’ve been giving Laz the impression that I’m a lot more experienced than I really am. I’m not a saint, but I am a virgin. Laz seems like his type is women who know what they’re doing. Once I tell him that I don’t, he’ll lose interest.
Cheeks burning, I mutter, “What an enticing first time.”
“We’re in a hurry, but I won’t leave you wanting. This dick is magic, Bambi. Hop on and give it a try.”
Revulsion bursts through me at his callous words. He’s so depraved that he can talk about deflowering his stepdaughter like it’s nothing. LikeI’mnothing.
I’m so tired of feeling like I’m nothing.
I take the ice pack out of his hand and slap it back on his face. Hard, so that he winces. Laz doesn’t want me. He just wants the twisted clout of saying he fucked his stepdaughter.
I step away from him. “You’re a pig. Thank you for an evening of cheap thrills and mindless violence, but keep your hands to yourself from now on.”
4
Mia
“Laz,” I whisper-moan, my head tipping back on the pillow. “Please, Laz.More.”
Sweat coats my body. My back arches up off the bed. My legs are spread wide open as golden sensations race from my clit to my nipples and then all over my body. My legs start to shake. I’m breathing harder and harder, fingers making frantic movements on my clit.
I remember his hands on my body. I can almost feel him in bed with me. His weight on me and the exact pitch of his deep voice in my ear. The achingly slow way he dragged his tongue over my tender nipples. The thrust of his hips, only this time we’re naked, and the cock that I’ve only felt through his clothes is jammed deep inside me, and he’s barely able to thrust because he’s so thick and I’m so tight and—
I cry out as my climax rocks my whole body. I come hard, my inner muscles clenching on nothing, aching forsomething.
Aching for Laz.
My stepfather who’s currently just down the hall and in bed with my mother.
Fuck.
What am I doing?
I snap my legs closed and lift my head, struck with a sudden, guilty impulse that someone’s watching me. Listening to me. For a moment, I’m sure that I’ll see Laz standing at the end of my bed, leering at me because he’s just witnessed me making myself come while whimpering his name. Thinking about his body, his cock, his lips on mine, and his tongue deep inside my mouth.
I fall back with a moan, shame licking over me but wanting to go again. Morning light is peeking around my curtain, and it’s nearly time to get up and go to school. Thank the stars my suspension is over, and I can finally get out of this house. My pussy is drenched, and the middle finger of my right hand is beginning to prune because I’ve been at this an hour and come six times. Rubbing my clit isn’t enough. I want more, but I don’t know how to give it to myself. When I shove my fingers inside myself, they’re at an awkward angle and so shallow they do nothing for me.
I need Laz’s thick fingers and his body braced over mine, a cruel smile on his face as he slams them deep inside me, watching me writhe helplessly beneath him.
From down the hall I hear Mom’s voice, muffled through the closed doors. They’re both in the master bedroom. Mom and Laz. What if they’re screwing while I’m in here wishing he was dragging his fingers through my slippery pussy and getting his teeth into my nipples?
An even worse thought occurs to me, and I sit up, breaking into a cold sweat. What if he’s telling Mom what we did together in his car? Or how I got myself off on his fingers the night he crept into my bed? The idea of Laz being overly bothered by his conscience seems unlikely, but he could pretend he has to unburden himself just to fuck with this family. I don’t trust him one little bit.
Or someone might have spotted him sucking on my tits in his car the other day. We were down by the river, but we weren’t exactly aware of our surroundings.
I grab either side of my head and moan in horror at the thought of that gossip getting back to Mom. I’m being flayed alive by my shame. I feel even worse than I did when my uncle dragged me half naked out of Connor’s car.
“So why are you still fantasizing about him?” I whisper-shriek at myself.
