Chapter 11 Aiden
AIDEN
The man who rescued us—Joe—was an absolute angel.
Not only did he not make a fuss about us using the goods we found in his cabin, but he drove us out of the Mojave Desert without complaint.
He even wanted to bring us all the way home, but Jackson convinced him that he could drop us off at the nearest motel instead.
From there, we would be able to make our way home.
Mom had cried when we called her on Joe’s phone, but for a woman who’d sounded hysterical and convinced we were dead, she sure wasn’t in any hurry to arrange a ride for us.
In the end, Jackson told her that since it was already late evening, she could pick us up in the morning.
To afford the motel and food until then, Joe gave us the money he had in his wallet, and Jackson promised to transfer back the money to Joe as soon as he could despite Joe’s assurance that he was happy to help.
He and Jackson exchanged numbers so they could keep in touch, and I was actually sad to watch him drive off.
He was a good man, but lonely. On any other occasion, I would have been exhausted from his chatter about his life for hours on end, but I’d actually been relieved to hear another voice that wasn’t Jackson’s. It meant we were no longer stuck in the desert.
But a part of me was going to miss the alone time I’d had with Jackson—in our own little world where we could sleep in each other’s arms, and he could fuck me the way I liked without anyone for miles and miles to hear me scream.
And one thing Jackson always knew how to do was to make me scream.
This time not from frustration, though. From something far more pleasurable.
“I can’t believe nice people like him still exist,” I murmured, leaning against Jackson as we watched Joe’s car disappear.
“Yeah, I know. We were lucky this time.” He searched for my hand and slipped his fingers through mine. “Well, we have one more night. What do you want to do first?”
“Sex.”
Jackson laughed softly. “Later. Let’s see if we can find some proper clothes to wear so we can shower, then get something to eat.”
“That sounds good too.”
I wouldn’t admit it to him, but a shower sounded even better than sex.
We found a small general supplies store that sold everything from engine oil to perfumes. We didn’t have much money on us, though, since we’d paid for the motel and we had to ration the rest for food.
Jackson picked out a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, some socks, and slippers. He looked down at the clothes in his arms and grimaced. “I guess it’ll do.”
“It’s not fashionable, but you’d look good in anything.”
To that, Jackson grabbed me by the ass and kissed me. I loved it when he manhandled me. I wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him back, putting my whole tongue in it.
“Fuck.” Jackson pulled back, scanning the store and finding the clerk who’d greeted us when we entered openly staring at us. “You can’t kiss me like that in public.”
“Well, you kissed me first,” I said cheekily, walking toward the section of the store labeled ladies’ wear. I couldn’t resist adding over my shoulder, “God forbid a boy shows how much he likes kissing his stepdad.”
The color in Jackson’s face was worth the spanking I knew I would more than likely get later. And if he forgot, I would remind him. He’d spanked me during sex, but I wanted a proper session of me over his knees, whimpering and crying until my backside was sore.
Usually, I would go through every rack during a shopping spree, but I was tired, and with the promise of a proper shower at the back of my mind, I grabbed a dress from the rack without even trying it on.
“Hmm, your mom has one just like that,” Jackson said.
“Oh? Then you’ll have to let me know which one of us looks better in it.”
I led the way to the cashier, putting an extra swing in my hips. Jackson paid for the items, then we returned to the motel. The room was basic but clean with an A/C that worked. As soon as I was inside, I threw the shopping bag on the bed and headed for the shower.
“Join me in twenty?”
I didn’t wait for his response. I hopped inside the shower with glee, humming as I washed up and got myself ready for him. Twenty minutes sure went by quickly when he stepped behind the screen and joined me.
“It’s twenty minutes,” he said softly, but his eyes were on my naked body.
I flicked water playfully at his erection. “Is it? I’m surprised you showed restraint.”
“I know how to be patient.” He took up the bar of soap. “I’m not an animal.”
“Too bad.”
I bit my bottom lip and watched him run the soap over his pecs. Before, I’d been too hazed with lust, desperate for as much pleasure as I could get before dying to appreciate what he must have suffered from his last tour with the Marine Corps.
The scars from the burn he’d received stood out stark against his skin, a map of warped, uneven texture that caught the light differently than the rest of him.
Pale in some places, darker in others, they stretched across his chest in irregular patches.
He didn’t hide them as he dragged the soap lower, completely unbothered, like they were just another part of him.
I stepped closer and gently took the soap from his hand before he could continue. Jackson’s brows pulled together slightly, confusion flickering across his face as water streamed over his shoulders and down the hard lines of his body.
“Aiden…”
“Let me do it.”
His grip loosened slowly, like he wasn’t entirely sure what I meant. Or maybe he did know and didn’t trust how I would react to touching him. As if I hadn’t already touched him when we had sex. But this was different. My vision wasn’t hazy with lust like the other times.
I thought about the way he carried himself in public, or even at home with Mom.
He always tried to keep the unscarred part of his face hidden in side profile.
The woman who’d vowed to love and accept him for the rest of their lives treated him with revulsion.
Strangers stared at him in public in the same way. Or with pity.
I hated that anyone ever looked at him that way, especially her. He was a man who fought for our country, watched friends die, and almost didn’t make it out alive.
Emotions welled up in my throat.
I worked the soap between my hands until it foamed before sliding my palms carefully over his chest. The skin beneath my touch changed from place to place.
Some areas were smooth and tight from healing, others ridged and uneven where the burns had been worst. None of it made me want to touch him less.
If anything, it made my chest ache with how much pain he must’ve endured and survived.
Jackson went quiet beneath my hands. Not tense, exactly, but watchful. Like he was waiting for me to hesitate.
“You don’t have to do that,” he murmured after a moment, his voice rougher now.
“I know.” I looked up at him through the steam curling around us. “I want to.”
The guardedness in his eyes eased, and his body visibly relaxed; his shoulders loosening, and his lips softening instead of the thin, tight line they’d been in earlier.
I moved lower, washing over the hard planes of his stomach before following the scars disappearing down his hip and leg. The explosion had left its mark there too, pale patches stretching over powerful muscle that still carried him through the world.
Jackson’s fingers brushed lightly through my wet hair. “Aiden, don’t pity me.”
“Pity?” I laughed softly. “That’s the last thing I feel when I look at you. I think you’re strong, brave, and so fucking hot. How am I going to keep my hands off you when we return home? How do I hide the way I feel about you?”
I went down on my knees and took his erection into my soapy palms. A hiss erupted from him as I used the opportunity of washing him to stroke his cock. True to his word, he was a man of control, and his hips only stuttered once, but the tension in his legs wasn’t back.
But this kind of tension I knew well how to handle.
I slipped one hand lower to lather his balls with soap while I continued slowly caressing him.
“Aiden, I thought we were going to shower first, then dinner,” he said hoarsely.
“Yes, but I can get started on the appetizer, right?”
I urged him back under the showerhead to wash the soap off. “Turn around. There are other places I still need to reach.”
“Hmm.”
But he turned his back on me. I rose to my feet and made a quick task of washing his back just so I could get back on my knees.
His ass was perfect, tight, and muscular.
I ran my soapy fingers between his cheeks, washing him there, paying extra attention to his hole.
Usually, I was on the other end of a rim job, but a hunger to taste him—to know him this way—overcame me.
“Jackson—”
“Hmm?”
“Can I lick you right here?” I spread his cheeks, baring his tightly clenched hole, thatched with curly hair, to my view.
“Just lick, right? Nothing else?”
I chuckled. “That’s right. Do you want me to do more?”
I was a strict bottom, but for him I would try topping him if it made him happy.
“No. I think I only want to top.”
“Good. Then we’re on the same page. But for this—”
I closed my eyes and pressed my face between his cheeks. His stifled moan grew when I swirled my tongue around his hole, then licked vertically.
“Fuck!” He braced an arm against the wall.
“Hmm.” I hummed a response but didn’t stop. His stance widened, and I fished a hand between his legs to wrap my fingers around his erection. He bucked then, seemingly unsure of which end he wanted more of the attention.
“Fuck, Aiden.” He reached back, cupping the back of my head and shoving my face deeper. “That feels good.”
So, of course, the slut that I was became even more turned on.
I needed my hands to spread his cheeks wide open, but he caught on really fast, the hand not on the back of my head jacking himself off.
I stabbed my tongue against his hole a few times, wriggling it around, then pressed my lips around him and sucked.
“Hnngh.” His arm jerked back and forth harder. “That’s it, Deni, baby. Don’t stop. You’re just a filthy little whore who likes eating his stepdad’s ass. Aren’t you?”
Clocked it.
I moaned to let him know how turned on I was by that kind of talk. My cock jutted out neglectfully between my thighs, leaking against the tiles.
“That’s it, baby girl. Show me how you like that ass. Close—so fucking—”
He jerked my head back away from him and turned around, still holding me steady. “Open for me.”
I opened my mouth and dropped my hand between my legs, mimicking the movement of his fist slicking fast and hard down his cock.
My climax pulsed at the base of my cock, desperate to be let out.
I whimpered in the back of my throat, sticking my tongue out to catch the first squirt of his cum into my mouth.
The rest was off aim—or maybe was just perfect—as he came all over my face, grunting, and panting like the animal he claimed he wasn’t earlier.
“Fuck.” Still holding his cock, Jackson stared down at me as if in awe. “Fuck, Aiden. You blow my mind every single time.”
So fucking close. I just need—
“Slap me,” I rasped, still slicking my palm over up and down my cock.
“What?” His brows shot upward before knitting together, and for a second, he just stared at me through the steam like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right. “Aiden—”
“Do it!” I begged, a sob tearing from my throat. “Please, I need it. Slap my face. Hard. And tell me I’m your dirty little whore. Tell me all the filthy things I love when you say to me.”
Jackson’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and so did his head, but the slap that glanced across my cheek barely hurt.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Make it hurt, Daddy. Please. I want to hurt so—”
His palm collided with my face, and my cheek smarted from the sting of it.
“So you’re a pain slut, too,” he murmured, smoothing a hand over the area where he’d hit me.
“Can’t say I’m surprised. The harder I fucked you, you only begged for more.
” Slap! “And that beer bottle, stretching out your fuckhole—that was all your idea.” Slap!
Slap! “My only regret is that I didn’t put my cock inside you at the same time as that beer bottle, you sleazy little slut.
Would have loved to watch my cum dripping out of your ruined pussy.
Forget that dress, Deni, and whether it fits you better.
The only thing that matters is that your little cunt fits me better than your mom’s ever did. ”
I exploded, the pride his words evoked in my chest tipping me over the edge, because those words that sounded like an insult were nothing but praises to me.
Most people grew up with lofty ambitions to be doctors, lawyers, and engineers.
But was it so wrong that all I wanted to be was wasted on my stepdad’s cock?
Was it so problematic to want to be better to him than my mom ever was?
Was it so terrible to want to sink to hell with him and never return?
I was shaking so hard from my climax that I couldn’t even stand if my life depended on it.
Luckily, Jackson seemed to realize and lifted me to my feet.
I slumped into his body, tremors racing through my body still.
My breath came out ragged and rough, and tears pricked my eyes then trickled down my cheeks.
“Aiden?” Jackson’s hold tightened on me. “Oh, fuck Aiden. I’m so sorry. I went too far. Didn’t I?”
I shook my head and smiled lazily at him, but didn’t bother to open my eyes. “No, it was perfect. It’s everything I wanted, Jackson. Will you be my forever Daddy?”
He stiffened against me, and silence hummed between us for a second. “Is that what you want?”
“Mm-hmm. I want to stay at home and take care of you.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me, Aiden.”
“But will you still let me do it?” I kissed his chest. “I promise there are perks involved. You’ll have free use of my body.”
“Free use?”
“Yes. You can fuck me any time. Do whatever you want to me, and I’ll never say no. Doesn’t that sound beautiful?”
His hands shifted down to my ass, and he squeezed hard. “Sounds dangerous, Deni.”
“So you’re not gonna be my Daddy?” I opened my eyes and pouted. “Just so you know, it’s already too late. You’ve ruined me for other men, and I’ve already claimed you. Daddy.”