Chapter 9

9

Charlie

J ust like that, everything is right with the world.

Joe’s hard body is wedged between my thighs and his tongue is starved for my mouth, telling me he missed me just as much as Bella and I have missed him. He’s thick and ready to end this standoff here and now, on the edge of his desk. More and more moisture seeps from my pussy every time he sinks that skilled tongue into my mouth, his hands massaging up and down my thighs, then up the front of my body where he jerks down the top of my tube dress, uncovering my breasts.

“So ripe, sweetheart,” he grates, fondling them, his gaze marveling at what he touches. “Goddamn, they’re so high and ripe.”

“All yours, too.”

“No, they can’t be mine.”

“Joe, stop resisting,” I hiccup, heat swarming upward from my toes, all the way to my hair follicles. Enlivening me. Making me feel every inch a woman, like only my stepfather knows how to do. But I can tell he’s starting to second-guess the wisdom of being with me like this in the station. Or maybe at all. I have to convince him to keep going or I’m going to die from disappointment. “One little suck?” I pout, arching my back. “Daddy, please, I need them sucked.”

“Dear God. Stop calling me Daddy.”

I bite my lip and let my gaze trail down to the huge outline behind his zipper. “Are you sure you don’t like it?”

Being called out pisses him off a little and next thing I know, he’s growling his way down to my breasts, lapping at my nipples, before slurping them into his mouth, groaning hoarsely with his eyes squeezed closed and suckling, suckling while my pussy tightens in the same hot rhythm. “You’re making me so wet,” I gasp, delving my fingers into his hair. “I’ll probably come the second you’re inside me, I’ll be so excited just having you there.”

He buries his face between my breasts and moans, the sound muffled as it vibrates through me. “I’d come fast, too, sweetheart. In you, then again in your sister.”

Oooh. Me first?

I almost say that out loud and with definite delight. That’s when I realize there is still a teeny tiny part of me that wants to win the contest, even though me and Bella technically agreed to set it aside. I guess I’m even pettier than I thought.

“I’m so slippery, Joe,” I whisper, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip and pulling. “It would feel so good.”

“No.”

“Just some of it?”

“No, you’re not even on birth control. I don’t have a condom…”

“I don’t care,” I breathe, scrubbing my palm lightly down the bulge between his legs. Cupping his heavy erection and massaging it, aroused in the extreme just watching his jaw slacken, his chest heave. “Fuck me. Get me pregnant. I don’t care.”

Hesitation sparks in his eyes and he grips my wrist, drawing it forcefully away from his bulge, but when he tries to step back, I lock my ankles behind his back.

What is this man’s willpower?

“Charlie, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Yes, I do. Me and Bella don’t want to go to college,” I blurt, because I’m not thinking straight. Even though this is private information discussed in secrecy between me and my sister. Oh well. Cat is out of the bag now. “We want to stay with you, Joe. We belong with you.”

He’s shocked by this revelation, yes. But he’s also…relieved.

There’s only a pop of it in his expression, but I catch it. Relief.

He doesn’t want us to go, either.

When determination overrides his relief and I can see he’s getting ready to shut this encounter down, for the good of me and my sister, I know I can’t let him. I need to give him more. I need to give him everything. Show him how devoted I am. Show him how good it could be, if he just gave in and let it happen.

I slide off the desk in a hurry in front of my stepfather and flick open the button of his trousers, quickly untucking his shirt so I can breathe in the scent of his belly, softly biting him below his navel, distracting him from the fact that I’m unzipping his pants, my mouth open and panting over the nearness of his stiff cock to my mouth. Finally. I’ve fantasized about servicing Joe this way long before I should have. While he was still married to my mother, even. Fantasized while playing with my vibrators on the other side of their bedroom wall, as much as it guilts me to admit that.

“God help me, I can’t…I can’t resist this,” he growls through his teeth. “I can’t.”

I hear a clatter of something on his desk and realize he’s knocked the picture of my mother face down. Something twisted I didn’t know I had inside of me rears its head, though, and I find myself pausing to reach back and turn it right side up, so her smiling face is looking right at us. “She’d want to see you happy, Joe.”

His head falls back on his shoulders, a groan rumbling from behind his clenched teeth. “You dirty little brat—”

I cut him off by wrapping my lips around the head of his shaft, my fist closing around the sturdy root and beginning to pump in time, my mouth salivating at the salty, hardworking taste of him and helping me glide my mouth halfway down, his stiffness punching me in the throat and bringing tears to my eyes. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I won’t be able to take it. But I can feel my mother’s eyes on the back of my head and it makes me determined to suck him off better than she did.

I loved her, but I love her man now, too, and he’s mine.

Mine and my sister’s.

So I breathe deeply through my nose and focus on how heavy and smooth he feels, I listen to his choked grunts of pleasure every time he hits my resistance and I force my throat muscles to give way, to allow the pulsing length of him to sneak past that barrier that is so narrow, he nearly gets stuck, before I exhale him back out, both of us gasping.

“Oh, motherfucking hell, sweetheart, do that again.” He fists my hair roughly and shoves my face into his lap. “Do it again. I’ve never felt anything like it. Fuck! ”

A sly smile curves my lips as I tickle his slit with my tongue, then take him deep again, no longer minding the sensation of choking. Enjoying it, actually. And I do it over and over and over until he’s so swollen in my mouth, I can feel him about to unload.

“Joe?”

“Yes?”

“Tell me I suck it better than my mom,” I whisper, his tip poised on my bottom lip.

“You suck it better,” he pants. “You suck it a million times better.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I purr, letting him slide slowly to the back of my throat and swallowing, swallowing, massaging him like a good girl, watching his face turn red, his fingers twisting in my hair, followed by him yanking himself free with a guttural curse and spurting his seed all over my face, jacking himself roughly, his balls bouncing every which way. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or felt in my whole life.

Joe is still leaving hot droplets on my face when there’s an urgent sounding knock on the door. “Sheriff, we’ve got a bad accident down on the interstate.”

My stepdad jolts, but can’t seem to form words, his breath coming in shallow pants.

“He’ll be right there,” I call to whoever is interrupting us, maintaining eye contact with Joe when I use my tongue to swipe some of his spend off my bottom lip and bring it into my mouth, moaning softly at the perfect taste. “Mmmm.” I run my reverent palms up the hairy thickness of his thighs, letting him see appreciation shining in my eyes. “Whenever you want this, Joe, I’ll give it to you. Me and Bella.”

“Dear God,” he breathes, hurriedly fastening himself back into his pants with shaking hands. “How am I supposed to withstand this kind of temptation? Times two.”

“You’re not,” I say, looking up at him through my lashes.

Another jarring pound on the office door.

Swiping the sweat off his face, he backs toward the door. “Clean my come off your gorgeous face and go home, Charlie.”

“Yes, Joe.”

He hesitates with his hand on the knob. “And don’t talk to any of my officers on the way out. Is that clear?”

My heart and hope swells at his display of possessiveness. “Yes, Joe.” I palm my breasts, wanting his final image of me for the day to be seared into his brain. “I’ll see you at home.”

But I don’t see him at home.

What happens instead? I could never have predicted.