Chapter Five
Andrew
The sheets feel too warm and too tight around me as I lie here in the dark, staring at the faint glow of the clock on the wall.
It’s just past midnight. Cici’s curled into my side, her arm draped heavily across my chest, breathing slow and deep in sleep.
She looks peaceful, completely satisfied after what we just did… I’m not .
I’m rock hard, aching, my cock throbbing after I faked my orgasm twenty minutes ago.
That’s a first for me… faking it with her.
But after what Slade showed me the other night, everything with Cici feels…
vanilla and boring. I tried to change it up tonight, tried to be rougher, to pin her differently, to move her the way Slade moved me, but every time I shifted, she’d whisper “What are you doing?” or “It feels better when I’m on my back.
” So, I gave up. I finished the way she likes, made the right noises, and now I’m lying here unsatisfied, frustrated, and guilty all at once.
I know I’ve been weird today. Bringing Cici home was half impulse, half stupid hope that Slade would get pissed, that he’d show that dominant side again…
the one that pinned me down, cuffed me, and told me exactly wh at to do.
I liked not having to think. I liked the way he took control and made the noise in my head go quiet for once.
Instead, he just seemed bothered by the fact that he’d fucked me while I apparently had a girlfriend.
For some reason I wanted him to tell me to break up with her. I wanted him to claim something.
I know it’s wrong. Slade is my stepdad… or at least he used to be. Technically he’s still married to my mom, but they’ve been separated for five years. In every way that matters, he’s just the guy I live with. The guy who stuck around when no one else did.
The thought twists in my head, turning into something deeper and darker than it should. When I think about Slade caring for me, my brain warps it… makes it feel like he cares in a way he’s not supposed to. Like he wants me the same way I suddenly want him.
I can’t lie here anymore. Carefully, I peel Cici’s arm off me. She’s a deep sleeper, so she barely stirs as I slide out of bed. I don’t bother getting dressed. I’m still completely naked, skin flushed and cock still hard, not really thinking this through at all. I just need… something… someone .
I slip out into the hallway, close my door quietly behind me, and take a deep breath.
My heart is hammering as I reach for Slade’s door, turn the handle, and step inside.
The room is pitch dark. I close the door softly, then walk over to the bed and click on the small lamp on his nightstand.
Soft golden light spills across the sheets .
Slade’s fast asleep on his stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, snoring lightly.
The sight of his broad, bare back and the way the sheet has slipped low on his hips makes my mouth go dry.
I know this is wrong… I shouldn’t wake him, not for this.
I try to tell myself to turn around and leave, but I’m so fucking horny right now it hurts.
I nudge his shoulder gently and whisper, “Slade…”
He groans in his sleep, a grumpy huff, and rolls onto his side, pulling the covers higher up to his shoulder like he can shut out whatever’s disturbing him.
Desperation must be driving me because I don’t stop.
I round the bed quietly, lift the edge of the covers, and slide in behind him.
I position myself as the little spoon, pressing my back against his chest, and even manage to reach back and pull his heavy arm over my waist so it drapes across me.
Then I push my ass back firmly against his crotch, the thin fabric of his boxers the only thing separating us. He doesn’t stir.
I let out a soft sigh, more content than I have any right to be, nestled against my stepdad in the middle of the night while my girlfriend sleeps down the hall.
I can’t help myself. Lying here with my bare ass pressed tight against Slade’s crotch, the heat of his body soaking into my skin, I start moving…
slow, purposeful rolls of my hips. I grind back against him in careful, deliberate circles, feeling the soft fabric of his boxers slide against my bare skin.
Every tiny shift sends sparks up my spine.
I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep any so unds from escaping, breathing shallow through my nose.
I pause when Slade’s breath catches for a second, rough and uneven in the quiet room.
My heart slams against my ribs. But then his breathing evens out again, deep and steady, so I keep going, a little bolder now, pressing back firmer, dragging my ass along the growing ridge I can already feel forming.
It doesn’t take long, maybe thirty seconds of steady friction, before his cock starts to thicken behind me, swelling hot and heavy against the curve of my ass. He’s getting hard for me, even in his sleep.
I almost whimper out loud. The sound catches in my throat and I freeze completely, every muscle locked up as Slade’s fingers start to twitch against my stomach. His hand flexes once, then again, like his body is slowly waking up and trying to figure out what the hell is happening.
I hold my breath, eyes squeezed shut tight in the dark, bracing for whatever comes next.
Slade’s hips twitch forward a fraction, instinctively seeking the friction that just stopped. Then his whole body goes rigid behind me. Shit .
His rough voice cuts through the silence, low and disoriented. “What the…”
Suddenly he’s moving fast, practically flinging himself backward and out of the bed. The mattress shifts violently as he stands .
“What the fuck, Andrew?!” he whisper-shouts, voice tight with shock and anger.
I stay completely still, pretending maybe I can somehow disappear into the sheets. Maybe if I don’t move, he’ll think I’m asleep. No, that’s stupid… that won’t work.
Slade doesn’t buy it for a second. He reaches down, grabs my shoulder, and rolls me onto my back in one firm motion. I’m completely exposed now, cock hard and flushed.
“Oh, you’re gonna pretend to sleep, huh?” he growls.
Before I can say anything, his hand comes down in a sharp, stinging slap right across my cock. The sudden impact sends a bolt of heat and pleasure straight through me. I moan shamelessly, loud and broken, my eyes flying open as my hips jerk up involuntarily.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Slade says, voice dark and edged. He’s standing over the bed in nothing but his boxers, chest rising and falling fast. “Mind telling me what the fuck you’re playing at?”
I swallow hard, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “I’m horny.”
Slade lets out a disbelieving laugh, short and rough. “So go and have sex with your girlfriend!” He puts heavy emphasis on the word, reminding me exactly how absurd I’m being right now.
When I don’t move, his tone drops into that low, commanding register that sends a dangerous thrill racing down my spine. “Get out. Now .”
“No…” I whisper .
I just lie here, naked and still hard on his bed, staring up at him.
Slade lets out a deep, displeased growl that vibrates through the room. He snatches his robe from where it’s hanging on the wardrobe door, yanks it on, and ties the belt with sharp, angry movements. “Fine. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
I watch, stunned, as he actually turns and leaves the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet but firm click. The silence that follows feels deafening.
Fuck … that wasn’t supposed to happen.