Chapter 17

I lie in bed, my gaze fixated on the ceiling. My thoughts swirl in a whirlwind, leaving me feeling lost. What the hell is wrong with me?

Last night, I felt attracted to Sloane, an unexpected feeling I couldn"t quite understand. But I made excuses and left her to talk to Atlas. I know how much Sloane means to him, how desperately he longed for this reunion. So, I retreated to my room, hoping to sleep and forget the whole auction.

But the desire still simmered beneath the surface, a boiling pot that threatened to spill over. I jerked off, violently stroking my cock to the vision of her on that stage. Yet, even with cum covering my hand and blankets, it didn't stop my wanting for her.

This morning, when I saw her in the kitchen, wearing nothing but my son"s shirt, a surge of jealousy coursed through me. She should have been wearing my shirt, smelling like my soap, my scent lingering on her skin. Instead, she stood there, a picture of beauty, and I couldn"t control my mouth.

I lashed out, accusing her of things I knew weren"t true. I just wanted her to leave, to get away from me, but instead of crying and fleeing, she slapped me.

Within seconds, her body was pressed against me, her lips locked with mine. I had never experienced such wanting before. The feel of her cunt gripping me like a glove as I pounded into her. I was rough, too rough, and she ran from the room, tears staining her cheeks.

When Atlas came down to scold me, I didn't know what to tell him, how to explain what happened. I couldn"t let him know that I was suddenly infatuated with the same woman he was, that I've spent every minute since we saw Sloane consumed by her.

I pulled my head out of my ass and apologized earlier, but watching Atlas touch her all evening drove me insane.

Now, as I lie here, images of her fill my mind. Her sandy hair, her piercing blue eyes, her curves for days.

I remind myself that I only have to make it through tomorrow night. She wouldn"t tell us why she needed the money, leaving us to speculate about her motives. I'm guessing we'll drop her off tomorrow and she won"t be seen or heard from again.

With a heavy feeling, I close my eyes, praying for some semblance of peace in the darkness.

The door to my room opens, and a sliver of light from the hallway filters into the room, illuminating Sloane"s silhouette in that damn shirt once again.

"What is it, Sloane? Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," she whispers back. "Atlas is out cold, but I can"t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I keep replaying this morning. You were so angry, so cold. But then tonight... you were different. What"s going on?"

"Come in and close the door," I instruct her, my tone firm but not rude.

She obeys, padding over to the bed and slipping under the covers beside me.

"We didn"t expect to see you at the auction. I think that much is obvious. Seeing you on that stage, then having you in my house—" I falter, my words catching in my throat. "It"s stirred up feelings I haven"t felt in a long time. I acted out of character this morning. It won"t happen again."

"So you won"t fuck me again?" she teases, her voice tinged with a playful edge, though I can"t quite make out her expression in the dark room.

"Don"t push it, little girl," I grunt.

"Push what?" She inches closer until her ass is pressed against me, my hard cock digging into her flesh.

I can"t deny the pull between us. Despite my attempts to keep my emotions in check, I find myself wanting her in a way I can"t fully comprehend. And as she presses herself against me, teasing and tempting, I know that I'm about to go back on what I just said.

This… this is definitely happening again.

I roll so I'm on top of her, pushing that fucking shirt up over her large tits. Instantly my mouth finds her taut nipple, surrounded by the tan areola. I suck on the stiff peak before biting down and tugging on it.

Sloane tangles a hand in my hair roughly, and I smile, her nipple still between my teeth. I kiss my way across her breast and sternum to her other tit and repeat my actions.

Sliding a hand down to her core, I dip my hand under the band of her panties and slip my fingers through her folds.

"You like playing in Daddy's bed, don't you, naughty girl?"

She moans, but that's not what I want. I want to hear her say it. That she loves this, that she's just as fucked as me.

"Say it," I growl, biting her nipple hard.

"Yes!" she whines. "I like playing with Daddy."

God, that word. I never saw myself as someone who would enjoy being called Daddy in the bedroom. But fuck if it's not the hottest thing ever when it's Sloane. Maybe it's the taboo of the situation, the forbidden fruit that I can't wait to taste.

She's soaked. I'm not going to waste an orgasm on my fingers, though. No, I want her to sit on my face. Suffocate me with her thick thighs and drown me in her cum.

I lie down beside her on the bed and smack her thigh. "Come sit on my face, Sloane."

"I-I-I can't."

"You can and you will. Now, put your pussy on my fucking face. Don't make me tell you again."

She gets up, swinging her right thigh over my head so her core is hovering above me and her back faces the headboard.

"Good girl. Now wrap your lips around my dick while I have my midnight snack."

Sloan leans forward, and the tip of my dick slides between her pouty lips. She grabs my shaft with her right hand, holding it at the base as she bobs up and down.

A groan leaves me at how fucking warm and good her mouth feels. Not as good as her pussy, but a close second.

Not wanting her to be the only one putting in work, I reach my arms up and around her sides, so I'm gripping the top of her ass, holding her to me.

Using just the tip of my tongue, I slide side to side over her clit, savoring the first taste of her. Suctioning her little nub into my mouth, I suck hard, reveling in her loud moans around my cock.

The sound vibrates against my tender skin, and I groan against her pussy.

Sloane lets go of my shaft, but then her hand returns with my balls cupped in it, pumping up and down my length in time with her mouth.

They stretch to go with her. When she releases them, she strokes my shaft with only her hand and sucks a ball into her mouth, before releasing it with a pop.

Fuck.

I've never gotten head this good… well… ever.

I lick her from ass to clit, my beard rubbing against her cunt. She's a panting mess as she sucks me.

I start to fuck her with my tongue, bringing my right hand into the mix, sticking a finger into my mouth for lube before pressing it against her asshole.

"Ohhhh," she hisses as I push in to the first knuckle.

From how tight she is, I know she's never been fucked here.

I pump my finger in and out of her, never going farther. She's getting close, her thighs are starting to quiver and her pussy spasms against my tongue.

She needs to come or I'm going to blow in her mouth and I'd much rather be inside her tight pussy again.

Placing sloppy open-mouthed kisses on her clit, lapping at her simultaneously, and wiggling the tip of my finger in her ass, she comes undone within seconds.

She takes me to the back of her throat, her forehead pressed against my thighs, and moans. Her thighs clamp around my head and she grinds her cunt against my face like she's riding a bronco at the rodeo.

When she relaxes her thighs, I suck in a lungful of air.

Fuck, that was amazing.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs. "That was intense."

"I loved it. Now it's my turn to come."

I position us so she's lying across the bed while I stand on the floor. Her knees are bent, feet flat on the mattress. Grabbing my cock, I slap it against her glistening cunt a few times, chuckling as she gasps.

Finding her hole, I let my mushroom head slide in, gentle and slow, but once I'm in past the ridge, I slam inside her.

Not letting her get used to me, I thrust my hips, bottoming out before pulling almost out and repeating.

I lean forward and clasp my hand around her throat. Her eyes bulge momentarily until she realizes I'm not hurting her.

The way her pussy jolts, she also just found out she likes it.

"You like that, don't you, Sloane? Daddy fucking you with a hand around your throat."

"Fuuck," she cries.

Using my other hand, I slap her pussy, one… two… three times. Her mouth falls open as she screams. I release my grip on her throat and cup her left breast as I come.

I don't stop pumping my hips, though, the sweetest torture. Her walls pulse around my sensitive dick as I fill her with my cum.

"Fuck. Such a good pussy. God, Sloane," I breathe as I watch my cum literally get fucked out of her.

When I can't continue, I slump over, our sweaty bodies touching, and I kiss her lips.

"You're a kinky little girl, aren't you?"

"I didn't know I was. I've only had two other lovers and, well, they were… not good."

Annoyed at the mention of her having any past lovers, I hold my tongue. She should only know my tongue, my cock, my fingers.

"I'm gonna get a rag to clean up. Then it's time to sleep." Pushing off Sloane, I rise from the bed and make my way to the connected bathroom. Squinting as the bright light temporarily blinds me, I quickly grab a washcloth and run it under the cool water.

My mind swirls with disbelief. I can"t believe I did it again. There are no regrets, but I"m not exactly looking forward to explaining this to Atlas. He wasn"t angry earlier, but I also don"t think he anticipated it happening again.

I raised him to share, but I"m not sure his ex-stepsister fits into that equation.

The complexity of the situation weighs heavily on my mind as I try to come to terms with the reality of what just happened.

I return to the bed, where Sloane lies, and begin cleaning her up. I wipe myself off as I walk to the hamper and drop the cloth inside.

I've been with Ali and Sloane; mother and daughter. While some might see it as a conquest to boast about or cross off a bucket list of sorts, I can"t shake the feeling of unease. How messed up is it that I"ve been with both of them? Am I some sort of deviant?

Slipping into bed, Sloane crawls back under the blanket with me, where the night began.

I pull her close and kiss her shoulder, my hand resting gently on her tummy. "Night, Sloane," I murmur.

"Night, Rip," she replies.

I close my eyes, and a wave of clarity hits me. Maybe Ali was merely a stepping stone, a means to where I'm at now with Sloane. Perhaps this is exactly how it was supposed to be all along.

But even as I come to terms with this thought, a lingering issue remains. Sharing a lover with my son still feels unconventional, even taboo.