Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)

Shaw

Lastnightseemedso impossible, like a figment of my imagination, but it had been real. I woke up with Ari’s mouth still around my cock. Everything came crashing down at the same time. Trying to avoid Ari because I didn’t know what to say to him or explain the way I still craved him despite the fucked-up thing he did, killing someone.

My whole aim had been to avoid him, but then Nathan showed up at the door, having the gall to ask Ari out on a date. I hadn’t known whether I wanted to be as far away from Ari as possible or keep him glued by my side. It seemed every moment he wasn’t with me, he attracted attention I didn’t like.

To top it all off, he drugged me, then used me. And I’d liked it, not to mention what I’d done to him after. Spanking his ass and watching his pale skin turn red. I’d loved hearing his cries, seeing him squirm and tighten his glutes every time my hand came down on the fleshy globes.

My cock hardened, and I let out a soft groan when he instinctively suckled as if it were a thumb. The suction only made me grow thicker, and I had to stop myself from rolling him onto his back and fucking his mouth until I came down his throat. He needed to sleep after last night’s rough sex, and he seemed so peaceful. Plus, I needed a moment away from him to harness my thoughts. I couldn’t trust myself to think clearly when I was around him. Apparently, I wasn’t a good judge of character where he was concerned. Even knowing this, I had no urge to send him away.

As carefully as I could, I eased my cock out of his mouth. He grunted in protest but curled up in a small ball under the sheet. My god, he’d slept like that all night just to warm my dick. How many times had he woken up to slip me back into his mouth? His jaw must be so tired now. My cock wasn’t the size of a thumb.

I pulled the sheet down his body and checked that he was okay. Sweat pearled on his forehead, but otherwise he seemed all right, so I left the covers down, staring at him for a while. Curled up the way he was, he had a half smile on his lips, and his breathing was even and deep. He was still fast asleep, oblivious to my scrutiny. And this was the part that made everything about him difficult. This peacefully sleeping boy was nothing like the crazed, sex-hungry maniac who tied me to the bed and threatened to smother me with his ass if I didn’t treat said ass like a buffet.

My face heated up. His ass stifling me shouldn’t have been as hot as it had been. He’d sedated me to take advantage of me, but bound and helpless with him in control had turned me on in ways it shouldn’t have. How was I supposed to teach him a lesson if I couldn’t even hide my enjoyment of what he’d done?

Where had he learned to do shit like that?

I rolled out of bed and quietly made my way to my bathroom, where I took a shower, ignoring my hard-on. I wouldn’t waste rubbing one out when Ari had proven quite capable of handling me. Anne might have thought herself better than me, but this was the one thing she never did give me any lip about. She’d enjoyed sex with me, and perhaps for a while, that was the only thing keeping our relationship intact.

Now I enjoyed spreading her son’s ass and fucking him too.

When I entered the bedroom, Ari was still sleeping. I kept my eyes off his small frame, fighting down the protective instincts seeing him like that brought up inside me. I got dressed and slipped out of the room. This was usually the part where I escaped from the house by using work as an excuse so I didn’t have to bump into him. But I couldn’t do that today, since it was the weekend.

Coward.

That one word screaming in my head buoyed my reserve to stay home and have a heart-to-heart with Ari instead of escaping the house. Instead, I forced myself into the kitchen, where remnants of last night’s dinner were left on the table. So unusual for Ari, who always made sure he cleaned up everything. Not that I asked him to do that, but years of living with Ari made me aware of that side of him. He wasn’t chaotic but strove to keep his environment clean. Whenever he was having a bad day, he tidied like crazy, taking things out of place only to organize them again.

I cleaned up the kitchen, and when I was satisfied that everything would meet his expectations, I checked the fridge for ingredients to make breakfast for us. He was the chef in the family. It was the one thing Anne hadn’t been able to refute, even when she would shoo him out of the kitchen because it was hers. We’d have had better dinners if she allowed Ari to help her cook.

And I would be able to prepare something better for us if I’d bothered to learn beyond heating the frozen meals and ordering takeout I survived on before my marriage and after my divorce. I couldn’t get the eggs fluffy the way Ari liked them, and they didn’t taste quite the same either. He must add something when he prepared his eggs, but there was no way I was going to figure out what.

I spent too much time with the toaster oven and only realized the eggs were burning when I smelled them.

“Shit.” I grabbed the skillet and promptly dropped it on the counter. Damn, I forgot to put on the oven mitt. I rushed to the sink and held my hand under the cold water to soothe the burn.

“What’s burning?”

I swiveled around. Ari came in, fresh out of the shower, the tips of his hair still wet. He hadn’t bothered to put on his own clothes but wore one of my long-sleeved T-shirts that covered his fingertips and fell to mid-thigh. My clothes made him appear even smaller than he was, but he looked absolutely adorable and so completely mine.

He peered into the skillet at the burnt eggs. “You were hungry? Why didn’t you wake me to make your breakfast?”

“I wanted to make you breakfast.”

His face radiated his pleasure; his cheeks were flushed, his eyes beaming with happiness.

He threw himself at me, and I instinctively held him to me, lowering my lips to his when he raised his head and puckered his lips. He was so sweet and so carnal at the same time. And I was surprised by the effect he had on my libido. When was the last time I’d been this horny? Ready to fuck at the sight of his bare legs or the way he plunged his tongue into my mouth.

I cupped his bottom, and he moaned. I loosened my grip and gazed down at him. “Hurts?” I inched my hand under the hem of his shirt and met bare skin. He was buck naked beneath my shirt. It took everything out of me not to pull his cheeks apart and rub my fingers over his hole. Last night, I’d worked him so loose I’d been able to fuck him hard, but how open was he still?

He nodded and placed a hand in the center of my chest, dropping his eyes. “I wasn’t sure what to think. Whether or not you would be angry at me.”

“Why would I be angry?”

He lifted his head then, bright spots appearing in his cheeks. “You know why. I’ve been naughty.”

“I want you to say it. How have you been naughty?”

“I slipped something into your drink.”