“Oh, Jesus, Levi,” she breathes, pressing her ass back into me and forcing me to hold onto her hips to keep control of the situation.
“You want my cock inside you, princess? You’re gonna have to beg me for it.”
“Please.” The request flows from her lips automatically, but where would the fun be in it if I didn’t make her sweat it out a little longer?
Faster, I pump against her. Her lips encompass me, wrapping my dick in their heat as I slide against her. Every time the head makes contact with her swollen clit, we both moan. I feel the familiar tingle in the base of my spine begin to build, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. But I refuse to come until she does.
Replacing my hand between her legs, I fit my length up nice and tight against her, forming a seal, and pound away. Every thrust forces a squeak of passion from her chest, and when she’s moaning in earnest, her body trembling from the need to come, I pull back and slide into her.
“Oh, God!” Her shouts fill my ears, spurring me on, amping me up until I’m shouting right along with her. We’re too loud, and we’re probably calling the attention of everyone on the first floor, but who the fuck cares?
“Baby, I’m about to come.” Grabbing her chin, I turn her face to mine and smash our lips together. The instant her mouth opens and she starts panting and moaning into mine, I know she’s coming. It triggers my own orgasm, and I pull out at the last possible second. Fisting my cock, I pump it, washing her ass with hot jets of semen that are immediately absorbed by the water.
This is the second time I’ve come into my hand with her. I’ve always used protection with other women, and I’ve never gone in without first checking to see if they were on the pill. I’ve done neither with Vista. Gathering her to me, I rest my head against hers and close my eyes as I collect my breath and wait for my heart rate to come down. “We seriously need to get some condoms.”
“No kidding,” she laughs. “Can you imagine what the headlines would read if I got pregnant?”
“Rich soccer player impregnates little sister,” I imagine. I can laugh about it now, because it’s never going to happen, but a small part of me cringes on the inside. It would be a total nightmare to deal with that kind of blowback.
Turning in my arms, Vista loops hers around my neck, smiling. “We’ll use protection next time.”
“So, for the record, there is going to be a next time?” I ask, hope filling me up.
“Maybe,” she says coyly, “if you’re good.”
“Baby, I’m always good.” Taking her mouth, I slip my tongue inside, licking and sucking at her lips until we’re both worked up again and she’s lifting her legs to hook around my hips.
I’m hard as a rock and ready to go again, sliding into her with ease, when I hear a throat clearing above us. Every muscle in my body tenses and Vista goes stock still, not even risking lifting her head at the sound. Knowing one of us has to deal with it, and not being one to be ashamed of my actions, I look up, expecting to tell some uptight granny in residence to fuck off, only to have my blood run cold.
I’d recognize those polished black loafers anywhere. Sure enough, as my gaze travels higher to the pressed black pants and matching suit jacket, all the way up to the cold blue eyes I share, there’s no mistaking who our intruder is. Or the company he brought with him.
“Dad, Lara. I’d say it’s good to see you both, but...”
Eyes stormy, my father looks like he wants to murder me. And Lara? She just looks humiliated. “To think I came here to apologize,” my dad says caustically. “I told you to stay away from her, didn’t I? I made myself very clear. I should have known you couldn’t be trusted. To think I actually fought for you. I should have sent you to live with your whore mother—”
“David, stop.”
The only thing keeping me from leaping out of this pool right now and starting a war is my stepmother’s soft voice and the fact that I’m the only thing keeping what’s left of her daughter’s dignity intact. I tighten my arms around Vista’s trembling body to remind her that I’m still here with her.
Her hand on his arm, Lara becomes the voice of reason as she speaks to my father in that way of hers that always seems to calm the beast. “We should take this someplace private, so we don’t attract any more attention.”
Attention? Glancing over, I realize we’re far from being alone. The building manager is standing in an alcove with his hands on his hips and wearing a deep, disapproving scowl.
To me, Lara says, “You’re father and I will have a talk with him,” she says, indicating the manager, “and we’ll meet you back in your apartment as soon as we get this handled. You two go get dressed.”
I search her face for any kind of anger or judgment. I’ve only known Lara a few years, but out of all the women my dad has married, she’s the only one I’ve ever liked. She’s the only one to treat me like a son.
I’m not used to feeling ashamed of my actions, but when she looks down at me like that, I only see sadness and disappointment, and I feel like hanging my head. What have I done?
17
“They’re adults, David,” my mother reasons. “They’re not even blood related.”
Rounding on her, my stepfather’s face contorts with rage. “You’re taking his side now? He’s fucking your daughter, for Crissake! DNA is beside the point, Lara! Do you know what would happen if the media got ahold of this? They’d run this whole family through the mud. Him, her, me, you, all of us would be ruined, and I’ve worked too damn long and too damn hard to have it all thrown in the trash because my worthless son can’t keep his dick in his pants!”
I’m horrified by all of this. The second everyone left us alone in the pool, Levi rushed to assure me that everything would be okay. He was determined to make everything right and ensure that he took the blame. I wouldn’t let him. How could I, when I’m a willing participant?
We haven’t been in Levi’s apartment more than ten minutes, but already his father has gone completely off the rails. I’ve never seen someone so irate and, to be honest, it’s scary as hell. Making it even more unbearable than it already is, is David’s constant need to belittle his son. It’s as if he doesn’t even care that he’s sitting right here to hear it.
Every name that’s called, every ounce of anger that’s directed his way, Levi shrinks just a little more. Why does he just sit here and continue to take it? It hurts my heart to hear these things said about him and watch the devastation slowly sink in. I can literally see the words chipping away at his soul and it burns me up inside. It’s not right.
As David continues to pace the floors ranting and raving, I reach out and take Levi’s hand in mine. He shouldn’t feel alone in this. We’re both to blame here, and I’ll be damned if he has to take the punishment alone. His blue eyes find mine from beneath a thick row of lashes and through it all, he somehow manages to muster up a sad smile for me, and that’s when I know I can’t continue to sit here and be quiet. Someone has to stand up for this man.
“I think that’s enough for today,” I speak up. The sound of my voice slices through David’s rant faster than a hot knife through butter. He spins around, looking every bit the dangerous businessman he’s rumored to be. I get the impression that he’s not used to being interrupted. He’s probably not used to being kicked out of places either, but that doesn’t stop me from asking him to leave.
“Excuse me? Just who the hell do you think you’re talking to, young lady?”
Lifting my chin, I force myself to stand tall and will my voice to remain strong. “You might be married to my mother, and I respect you greatly, but I can’t tolerate listening to you stand there and belittle your son like this. It’s not right, so I’m asking you to please leave.”