“Daddy won’t back off unless you say red”.
Daddy won’t back off.
Daddy.
She is calling him daddy?
It’s been two days, people.
Two days: one, two days since I fucked her trapped under my nightstand and held her in my arms when she was car sick. She was so needy asking me not to let her go… then two days later she is calling someone else “daddy”?
Wonderful.
How happy I am on this fine evening.
And to think I blew off Lana because I couldn’t stop thinking about Tess. I just spent the whole fucking dinner trying to distract myself with anything so I wouldn’t stare at her. Those beautiful dark eyes of hers. Those lips. That hair. That smile. That body.
Fuck.
Fuck my fucking life, man.
Is this a curse? Did I fuck a gipsy and didn’t call her back so she cursed me? “Thou shall never again fuck without thinking about your step sister” or something.
Can’t believe she’s been calling him that.
And “Best sex she ever had”? Fuck sake.
I was dreading this wedding. I knew I was gonna see Tessa again and I had no idea how my heart would take it. But then we were fucking and it felt like bliss. Now? Why does everything with this woman needs to be a fucking roller coaster?
Why can’t we just have really rough sex, some sweet aftercare, cuddle all night and have breakfast together. Fuck, I’d cook, you know?
But nah.
I gotta be running around in circles: now Trevor is horny, now Trevor is fucking Tess, now Trevor is jealous, now Trevor is wishing he was fucking Tess and now Trevor is horny again. Around, around it goes. Fucking life, man.
I was trying to find her when I saw her by the elevators with Ryan.
And then… I run into my dad in the lounge and he makes damn sure I know he and Janet just caught Tess and Ryan making out.
Serves me right.
Where the fuck do I get off thinking this is gonna end well?
Well… I made a mistake, but I can fix it.
I go up to the bridesmaids floor. I knock on Lana’s door and wait a few seconds before she opens it. And she is a beautiful woman in her own right. The deep blue eyes, the long wavy blond hair and a killer body. She is wearing a bathrobe and her hair is still damp from the shower.
Any other day, I’d have my fun with her without batting an eye.
This day, however, there is a little childish voice in my head going “She is calling stupid Ryan daddy” on repeat. So libido might be hard to come by, we’ll see.
“Trevor?” she has a welcoming smile.
“I changed my mind” I smile back “You still wanna have that drink?”
“Sure” she opens the door a little more and I can tell she is absolutely naked under that bathrobe “But I just got undressed… you mind if we have it here?”
“Not at all”, even better.
“Not that I’m complaining” she closes the door behind us “But what changed your mind?”
This woman I fell in love with and desperately want to fuck every day keeps denying me cause we are somewhat related, she moved on really fast and even though I knew she would it still hurts, so I wanna bury my face in your tits and try not to think about that.
“I got lonely” I say.
“Oh, we can’t have that” she comes closer, playing with the buttons on my shirt “I don’t think I have drinks here, though” she whispers so low and close to my lips, it’s almost a moan “Guess we’ll have to do something else”
“I can think of something”
She bites my lower lip. It’s not intense… quite the opposite. It’s just a light little tease.
But I am not light.
I am not a casual tease.
I am heavy and every one of my moves carries a punch, so I grab her by the hair and cover her mouth with mine. She tastes of… gin. And salmon?
You know that’s always a tell, right?
When the kiss is fucking wonderful you never really know what the person tastes like, because you are so hot for them that even their spit tastes like single malte.
When you’re not very hot for them, however, their spit tastes like spit.
I press my lips against Lana’s and the whole fucking kiss feels mechanic.
I hate Tessa.
No, honestly: this isn’t a love and hate thing, anymore.
I just hate her.
I can’t have her: after all the back and forth, that much is clear. But she made it so I can’t have anyone else either.
Sex in the past two years has been sad.
Plenty, but sad.
I never seem to find a woman who likes to take the kind of stuff I like to give. And how do you go about it? Hey baby, is it alright if I choke you really hard until you can’t breathe? It’s super hot, I promise.
I am left with swing meet ups and sex clubs… but talk about mechanic, right? Those places are all about the bodies and don’t get me wrong, that used to be all I needed… until I met Tessa.
Fucking Tessa with her big doe eyes, looking like a sweet doll but with an atitude that stings like poison. A babygirl that can’t stop being a brat and likes to be manheld and choked and denied and spanked. Hard.
I found the perfect woman, I did.
But now I gotta kiss Lana.
Two years ago, I’d kiss Lana and fuck her up these walls all night. Now I can barely feel her lips without thinking about my ex.
I hate Tessa, I really do.
“You’re somewhere else, aren’t you?” Lana gently whispers, her lips brushing mine.
“Sorry?”
“In your head… you’re thinking about her?”
“W-what?” I choke “Who… what do you mean?”
She has a complacent smile while her fingers quietly stroke my hair.
“You’ve been through a recent break up, haven’t you? I can tell” she takes a deep breath “I just ended a four year relationship myself, so I get the need to rebound. You don’t need to worry, ok? I get that this is just plain sex. We both just need someone to help us forget and move on”
Forget.
Move on.
That sounds nice.
“So… You wanna see a trick?” she teases “You wanna see how I can make you forget about her?”
That would be quite the trick.
“I’ll make you forget her name” she promises.
Lana unties her bathrobe and lets it fall to the floor. I stare down at her tits and the trimmed mound over her puss… she is fucking hot. That has to be said and repeated, so here I go again: Lana is fucking hot.
So why, pray tell, WHY isn’t my dick hard?
Cause you’re still thinking about Tessa, you fucking moron.
Yeah, ok, no more thinking about Tessa.
Let’s just look at Lana.
Lana has beautiful tits. I think they might be bigger than Tess’s. Which is alright, I suppose, but I like Tessa’s size bett…
Fuck. TREVOR, ENOUGH thinking about her.
Look at Lana.
Lana’s pussy is so pretty. I slide my fingers down her stomach and feel her skin. I bet she smells great and I have a weakness for a woman’s smell, you know? Which is probably why Tessa had me on my knees when she pulled that stunt shoving my mask in her pussy before making me wear it. Fuck, Tessa smells perfect.
Trevor.
I swear to God.
Stop.
Lana.
Lana is beautiful.
Lana is hot.
Yeah, we like Lana right now.
Penis, will you PLEASE stand the fuck up?
She runs her hands under my shirt, feeling my abs. She wants me naked. I grab her neck a little too hard and she gasps.
I grab her ass a little too hard and she gasps.
I grab her tits a little too hard and fuck me, is this woman made of glass? How the fuck do I touch her without breaking her?
“Wow… You have heavy hands, don’t you?” she licks her smile.
Tessa used to say I was soft.
She’d bait me time and time again to go rougher. I’d handle her a hundred times harder than I do Lana right now, and she’d still growl and complain. That fucking brat.
And there I go again, thinking about her.
My cock is still flacid like a little bitch.
“Here” she guides my hands to her ass “You can touch whatever you want as long as I can do the same” she caresses my cock over my pants, rubbing it really nice while pressing her tits on my chest “You still thinking about her?” she whispers with a smile cause the answer she is waiting for is “Thinking about who?” when, in reality, the answer would actually be “Yeah, can’t stop. Please kill me now”.
In my defense, though, my dick does show some sign of life when Lana touches it.
I am almost celebrating when I hear a muffled moan. And then another.
Wait.
Was that Lana?
I don’t think it was me.
I lean back a little to watch her.
“What?” she says and… another moan.
I look to the wall behind us. The moans are coming from the other side. And not just moans… I can hear the singing of the bed scratching the floor and the beats of something banging against the headboard. Someone in the next room is being properly fucked.
Lana covers her laughter with her hand.
“Tess is having fun tonight” she says and my dick goes soft.
I look down for a split second like I’m trying to scold it back into action.
No, no, no. You motherfucker. We’re supposed to be a team. We’re supposed to be getting over Tessa right now. Don’t you fucking dare leave me hanging!
But hanging is a very apt word in this context as that’s is exactly what this fucking traitor between my legs chooses to do.
“What did you say?” I stutter.
“I said Tessa is having fun” she points to the wall “That’s her room right there”
Great.
She must be fucking Ryan right now.
If she moans daddy through that wall or he calls her baby, I think I’ll have to join priesthood as I’ll never be able to have sex again anyway.
Fuck!
I feel like ripping my hair out.
How the fuck do I get this woman out of my head?
Maybe I just need to power through?
I throw Lana in bed… my dick might be useless right now, but my tongue isn’t.
“Let’s show them how it’s done, hm?”
She takes off my shirt. She takes off the necklace I am wearing.
She wants to take off my pants next, but I bite her tits and she lets out a tiny scream of pain… I apologize.
I gotta hold back.
I feel like superman having to fuck a mortal woman, you know?
I cover her body with mine and I fully plan on eating her pussy when I hear the moans next door getting louder.
And louder.
And louder.
It doesn’t sound like Tessa.
Is she faking her moans now? Or was she faking them with me?
“Ouch” Lana complains and I notice I am… biting… her elbow?
Why am I biting this woman’s elbow?
What the fuck is wrong with me tonight.
Tessa screams in the other room and I get pissed.
That’s what’s wrong with me tonight.
That’s what’s wrong with me every night.
“Excuse me” I get up.
“W- where are you going? Trevor?” I am out the door.
They are being loud.
They are being rude.
They need to be quiet.
They need to stop fucking.
I feel my spine shaking.
I’m gonna… wait.
I’m pretty sure the noises were coming from the left side of Lana’s room. But Tessa’s room is actually on the right.
“Trevor?”
I turn around and there is Tessa.
Actual Tessa.
Not a figment of my wishful thinking or daydreaming episodes.
She is wearing the same clothes she had on during dinner and even though she looks a little upset she doesn’t look like someone who was just fucked to the point of screams.
“Were you knocking on Annie’s door?” she asks.
Annie’s door?
“Annie’s door!” I say feeling far more relief than I will ever admit.
Annie is being properly fucked right now.
Not Tess.
Annie!
“Yeah, and why don’t you have your shirt on?” she is hugging herself like she is afraid of what her hands will do if left unchecked.
“I… well…”
“Trev? You coming back? Oh! Hi Tess” Lana sounds a little embarrassed. Probably because she is butt naked, with a messy hair and covering herself with my shirt.
“Oh” Tessa… smiles? I’m not sure I can call that a smile “Hey, Lana”
“I’m gonna…” she points back inside her room “I’ll wait for you inside” she quickly adds before shutting the door.
Tessa looks at me like a housewife waiting for an explanation.
“So how’s Ryan?” I ask, bitterly, cause oh no, honey. You don’t get to judge me if you were making out with him.
She sighs with a grin of sadness that makes something inside me twist and turn. I don’t like it when she is sad.
“You’re unbelievable” she mutters.
“Why?”
“Good night, Trevor. Have fun with Lana” she goes in her own room but I bar the door so she can’t close it
“What’s with the atitude?”
“Let go of my door”
“Ok” I say and step into her room, closing it behind me.
“Get out” she is pouting again. Not the sexy pout she would make whenever I didn’t give her the spankings she wanted, but a pout nevertheless. And God, she looks so fucking beautiful. Her dark hair falling all around her. The upset pouting of her lips. Her arms crossed under her tits.
My cock starts to squirm a little.
Great, fucking asshole. Now you wake up?
“Why am I unbelievable? You were making out with Ryan”
“And you’re making out with Lana. We’ve all moved on. Wonderful”
“Why are you mad at me?”
“Because you are in my room! GET OUT”
“So you were making out with Ryan?”
“Trevor!”
“Answer me”
“That’s none of your business”
“Were you calling him daddy?”
“Get out”
“Fuck, Tessa” I punch the wall and the whole thing shakes with a loud thump.
“You’re shirtless after making out with a naked woman and you think can come into my room and demand answers about my sex life?”
“I need to get you out of my head” I growl to myself, out of frustration.
“Great. You do that”
“I would! But I got no fucking clue how!”
“There’s a naked woman right next door who would disagree”
I don’t think she would.
“Just tell me you’re not calling him daddy”
“Fuck you”
“Even if it’s a lie. Just tell me so I can…
“So you can what? You haven’t even spoken to me in two days and now you have demands?”
“I haven’t spoken to you because my father is watching us and you said you didn’t want drama on your sister’s wedding”
“I remember what happened, Trevor. I was there”
“Yeah, so what the fuck you giving me a hard time for?”
“Because you are in my room!” she yells with a tone of despair “Get out! Get out, get out, get out”
“Tell me this one thing, even if it’s lie and I’ll go. Tell me you’re not calling him daddy”
“Are you calling her baby?” she pouts again and I wanna choke her and kiss her. Fuck my life. I never wanted to kiss a woman while choking her so fucking bad ever. EVER. “Are you spanking her with your belt?”
“You don’t want me to?”
She has a little laugh of disdain.
“As if that matters…” she mutters.
“Tell me you don’t want me to and I won’t”
“Get out, Trevor” she looks at me and… fuck. She is crying.
Not full crying yet, or I’d lose it completely. But there is a shimmer in her eyes that usually mean tears.
“Tell me you don’t want me to” I ask. My tone changed. Before, I was challenging her, now I am pleading “Make me a list, baby, of all the things you don’t want me to do to anyone else and I won’t”
“No, I’m done making lists for you”
I freeze. My throat is tense like I’m holding back the most violent scream.
The list of things she’d like to do to me. God, and I never heard that one…
“Now that you mention it… I’d love to read that one too” my words are barely louder than my breathing. I come really close so she can hear me and she takes a step back, her eyes locked on my bare chest, like my muscles make it hard for her to breathe even when I’m not choking her.
“Too bad, I got rid of it. It’s gone.”
“Bullshit” I growl “You know that shit by heart. What was number one on the list, Tess?”
“You. Getting out of my room” she raises her eyes to try to face me on the same level. But I’m far larger and taller. There is no way she could ever get on my level. I lean towards her like a bear over prey.
“You don’t wanna tell me yours? That’s ok. You wanna hear mine?” I place my clenched fists on each side of her head, trapping her between me and the wall.
“I could guess it” her cheeks are going a little pink.
Yeah, baby.
Blush for daddy.
“Yeah? Let’s hear it”
“It would be something stupid and macho… like… like…” her cheeks go brighter.
She is thinking about it.
She is thinking about all the things I could do to her.
“Like…? Like…?” I tease, brushing my lips up and down her neck. I never kiss her. I never really touch her. I just make her wish I did.
“Like having me in a collar and leash to give you head”
“Fuck, that wasn’t on my list. Can I have six things?”
“Or…” she pants “Having my ass again…”
“Yeah, that was on my list, baby, you wanna know how I wanted your ass?”
“No. I want you to get out” she says, her fingers drawing patterns on my chest, feeling my hair and my muscles.
“Of course you do. And what else you want? C’mon, Tessie. Tell me one thing on that fucking list”
“No”
I take my hands to my belt and start to unbuckle it. She gasps immediately. Her whole breathing goes shallow and tense.
“Tell me”
Tell me one thing.
“No” she moans “But if you guess it right, I’ll admit it”
Ok, baby, I’ll play.
“You wanted me to fuck you in your sleep again, that’s a given”
“Yes”
“Yeah?” I breathe my moan over her lips “You wanted my belt on your ass again”
She has a wicked little grin.
I want to shove my cock in her mouth every time she has that fucking bratty grin on her face.
“No” she licks her smile and just a quick sight of her tongue turns me on. My cock is so fucking hard right now, you’d think there was a naked woman under me. But alas… “That’s not on the list”
“How is that not on the list? You went vanilla on your list?”
“No” she moans like I’m fucking her “I went hardcore”
Lord, have mercy.
My knees falter.
You went hardcore?
“How hard is hardcore?”
“Didn’t you hear me? You’re gonna have to guess”
“You wanted me to spank you with a cane and then fuck you with it? You wanted me to use knives? You wanted me tie you up in suspension and punish you for hours with a drill…”
“Easy, cowboy” she laughs “You know, some guys can’t even think of anything harder than choke and spank”
“Well, some guys lack imagination”
“Clearly”
“Which one do you want? Right now, Tessie, pick one. I’ll make it happen”
“Right now?”
“Yeah”
“Right now” she holds me by the jaw “I want you to get out”
“You don’t”
“Lana is naked.”
“Yes”
“And alone”
“Yes”
“God, you’re a jerk”
“Your point?”
“That’s it. That’s my point”
“For your information, Lana is using me as a rebound. She is fully aware my mind is elsewhere. Can you say the same thing for Ryan?”
“I didn’t fuck Ryan, asshole”
Those are the five most beautiful words ever spoken in the english language.
My grin is so large I can’t even call it a simple grin anymore. It would be like calling the biblical Flood a drizzly day. I have a glorious smile of happiness, joy and wonder.
“You didn’t?” I run my hands into her hair.
I’m gonna eat your pussy, Tess. And then I’m gonna fuck you.
“I was gonna. But it felt wrong” she sounds small and fragile.
“Of course it did. Cause you belong to me”
“Stop it! You promised your dad…”
“Yeah, but didn’t you just point out that I’m a jerk?”
“You were just having sex with Lana” she covers her own eyes like her whole body is screaming at her not to trust me.
“I didn’t. I swear.”
“Yeah, sure” she rolls her eyes.
I know it looks bad… I have no shirt and Lana was naked. But… but…
“Tess?” my voice gets deep and serious. No more joking and teasing.
I take her hands out of her face so I can look at her beautiful eyes.
“Tessie” I plead “Tell me something on your list” my words are nothing more than a whisper.
She has her lips pursed. Her fists clenched. Her forehead is wrinkled and her eyes are in pain.
Say it.
“Kiss me” she gasps.
“That’s not on the list” I say “I asked…”
“I know what you asked. And I’m asking you to kiss me”
Two years.
It’s been two years since I kissed her.
She has her hands on my chest not like she wants to feel me up, but like she wants me to hold her close.
She wanted to have sex with Ryan just like I wanted to have sex with Lana.
She failed just like I failed.
We are trying to get the other out of our heads.
But we can’t.
The only difference between the two of us is that I’d fuck her and then make love to her. I’d cuddle her. I’d keep her.
I want her for good.
She wants me for right now.
Tomorrow my dad is gonna look at her funny or Annie is gonna suspect something and she’ll freak out again.
Like she did that night two years ago… when I was ready to find a place and have her spend as much time as she wanted living with me during lockdown. She turned it down. And then again the other day, didn’t she? When she said we’re not worth the trouble.
She’s confused and wants sex.
That’s fine, I want sex too.
But I can’t kiss you, Tess.
Cause if you kiss me, I’ll lose it. I’ll want you too much. It will cut too deep.
It will break my heart.
I can’t.
I will eat your pussy and fuck your ass. I will spank you with a belt and do any hardcore kinks you have on your list. But I can’t kiss you.
You want sex. You don’t want me.
“No” I say, and even though it’s a really short word, my voice dies in the middle of it.
She still has that look of pain in her eyes.
“I’m sorry” I say.
“It’s alright, I understand” she chokes, but I really don’t think she does.
“If things were different, I’d…”
“I understand” she pushes my arms away from her, carefully, trying to get some distance between us… and I let her “Is this… Is this because I made out with Ryan?”
“No, Tess. This has nothing to do with anyone else”
“It’s just because of me” she whispers to herself “You don’t want me”
“I want you plenty”
“Just not to kiss”
I take a deep breath.
“Just not to kiss” I agree “But anything else you want, I’d…”
“I want you to go now” she says. She doesn’t sound bratty or wild. She just sounds hurt. Small.
“Tess, I…”
“I don’t wanna have to say red, Trev. But I really need you to go, now. Please”
I nod and walk out. We don’t say goodbye.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t have gone into her room. Nothing good came of it.
I close her door behind me and as I am standing in that dim lit hallway I realise I’m an idiot.
I do want to kiss her.
I want to kiss her too fucking much, that’s the problem.
So I should just do that! I should kiss her and tell her how much I want her. She doesn’t feel we are related, she never did! If she doesn’t want drama during Nat and Peter’s wedding, I understand: we can be quiet about it for now. We can figure it out after. We are obviously crazy about each other.
She wanted a kiss.
Out of all things, what she asked for was a kiss.
And she couldn’t fuck Ryan cause it felt wrong? I understand that feeling exactly.
Fuck, Tess. Just be mine already.
I raise my closed fist against the door.
I’m gonna knock. I’m gonna kiss her. I’m gonna make her understand.
A click.
A laughter.
A soft whispered conversation right next to me.
I turn into the hallway and I see two people saying their goodbyes. Annie’s room. She is probably saying farewell to whoever it was that was fantastically fucking her just now. I hold my knock for a second, cause I don’t want to get caught on Tessa’s door.
I want you to understand that: my biggest issue that second was I didn’t want to get caught.
Now watch everything change.
The man stumbles into the hallway and he looks an awful fucking lot like Peter.
You know?
The guy who’s marrying Annie and Tessa’s older sister in a few days?
I freeze, unable to speak or move.
My jaw drops as something inside me is praying that my eyes saw it wrong. It’s kinda dark. I’m kinda horny. Better men have been confused for far less.
But as he is moving away she calls him back.
“Hey, don’t forget this” she whispers, handing him panties. Panties that read “Fill me up daddy”. The gag gift. That’s Annie’s panties. The matching ones she has with Tess.
He turns and I see it plain as day.
It’s Peter.
It’s fucking Peter.
“Parting gift” Annie says with a sad tone and he hugs her and kisses her one last time before speeding down the hall to the elevators.
I’m hiding in the den made by the doors but honestly… not that well. So they should have seen me, if they weren’t so lost in each other’s eyes.
That’s probably why when Annie turns to go back in her room she looks straight at me and we stare at each other in silence and horror.
Her eyes go wide in panic as she runs back into her room and locks the door, trying desperately to pretend it didn’t happen.
But it did.
This is gonna kill Nat.
This is gonna kill Tessa.
I stare back at Tess’s door. I can’t go back in now.
What the fuck am I gonna say?
Guess what? Turns out you and me fucking won’t be the biggest drama for the week?
Fuck me.
I was just starting to figure everything out.
I have to walk away now.
Tessa will think I went back to fuck Lana and I’m gonna have to let her think that for now… until I talk to Peter or Annie. Until I make some sense on all of this before dropping this bomb on her family.
And I just wanted my girl to be mine.
I just wanted a couple of weeks on the beach.
I just wanted to find out what Tessa’s list was and go over it together.
Well…
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