I Want To Taste You

Candice's POV

The sun rays hit my vision, so I stirred awake in a room that wasn't mine. When I turned around and saw my best friend's son beside me, his hands spread across my breasts, I freaked out.

Everything that happened yesterday replayed in my head and I hated myself instantly. All of a sudden I began to fear for the consequences of my actions. But there was just something about him that was hard to resist and now that I've tasted him, it was going to be even harder.

I felt his hands touch my breasts, apparently he wasn't asleep.

“Morning, Aunt. Slept well? Yeah, looks like you did.” He tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away. I needed to collect my thoughts.

“What?” His brows furrowed.

I started off, sitting up.

“The sexual tension is gone, right? Let's consider this a mistake and not talk about it ever, how about that?”

“Huh?” Gosh, he was so beautiful with messed up hair in the morning. I almost forgot what I was saying as I watched him look genuinely confused and startled.

“Because it's awkward. I can't believe I let this happen.” I sounded more full of regret than I intended to.

Then he shook his head, a bitter tiny laugh coming out of his dangerous lips.

“No way you're regretting having sex with me, Aunt. Can you ever check and see if you can walk?”

Such an ass. I rolled my eyes.

“I'm serious, we've had sex, the end. If you stick to following my rules in this house, you won't find me on your bed for you to play with.”

“Hmm, you're giving me ideas. Well, You seemed to have really had a great time. Fine, if that's what you want. But what about what I want?”

“And what's that?”

“I want to fuck you again, just once more, then I'll consider leaving you alone. If the tension has left you, mine hasn't yet, so…”

I boned my face and stood my ground.

“I'm not having sex with you again. Deal with it. Maintain your lane. Let's try to make this work, because of your mum.”

“No.”

“Ugh. What about tutoring?”

“Like I said before, you or you so if you want my brain to understand shit, you better become my tutor.” I was beginning to get really pissed.

“Little kids are so annoying.”

“I bet you're still so sore from one little kid.” The asshole was gloating.

I got out of his bed, picked up my clothes and was about to leave when I realized that I was more than sure, and I low-key suffered from mild body pains.

I turned back to glare at him, but I found him smirking, knowing fully well what he had done, but I managed.

….

Hours later, he was out and I had to go watch his silly game that I had never had any interest in before now. He did say he needed my support, so I was going to be a nice Aunt. He brutalized my breasts and chest so badly, I had to wear completely cover up clothes. Fuck him.

The idiot kept staring at me the whole time, and that's how he lost. Good for him. I left before anyone would notice and headed back home to make dinner.

When he arrived, he greeted me and after that, completely ignored me. I guess he was sad he lost or something.

After dinner, I told him to go into the study and wait for me, because I had no choice but to be his tutor, at least for the basic stuff.

I gathered everything I would need and we settled down for a short lecture. I sat behind my desk while he sat in front of it, actually listening and paying attention, but soon he lost interest and focused on me instead.

“Do you mind focusing?” I asked, irritated.

“I will if I get what I want.”

I just watched him stand up, round my desk and stand by my side, and trust me, I fought the new awoken tension.

“So are you gonna give it to me, Candice?”

“What do you want?” I asked, knowing fully well it had something to do with me. His lustful stares had been unmistakable.

He lowered down and fanned my ears with his hot breath as he whispered.

“I want to taste you.” Then he bit my earlobe.

My body shivered in sudden overwhelming want.

“No touching. I've told you already.”

“Sure, but get on the desk.” He whispered again, then raised his head up, clearly waiting for me.

“No.”

“Want some help then?”

I thought I was in control here all this while, silly me. I nodded my head, already feeling regret.

“What was that? Say it.”

“Yes…” I said breathlessly, then I caught his smile as he lifted me onto the table, spread my legs and came in the middle.

“God, I hate you for this.”

“I can live with that, now let's get this silly top off you first.”

He unbuttoned my shirt and flung it somewhere, then rode my skirt all the way up. We maintained eye contact as he ran his fingers all over my thighs, teasing me, making me want to beg for a little friction.

“You like that?” He asked and I nodded my head, full of want.

His hands finally disappeared under my panties, and he ran his hands through my bare pussy torturously slowly.

“Fuck, I'm so glad to have you like this.”

“Shut up.”

“How about you make me?” He bit my lower lip as he crushed my mouth with his, still playing with my pussy. I kissed him back, hell I wanted to swallow him. He smelled so damn good.

He removes his hand from my panties and pushes his fingers into my mouth.

I gladly licked everything.

“Such a good girl.” Oh God. I let him unhook my bra, my skirt and my panties. He had me totally naked on my desk while he was still in full attire.

“Will you let me make you feel good?”

I nodded.

“Good.” He grabbed me by my throat and softly laid me down on my back. I was just staring at the ceiling while he had my thighs locked with his arms. My pussy hung in the air, and I let out a loud pitched cry when I felt his tongue grace it. It felt surreal. He proceeded to handle my folds and kiss it like he would my mouth, and I began to leak and leak.

“Well, Candice, you taste just like candy.” He grunted, pushing his tongue even deeper, fucking me so hard and fast I began to cry. It was just too much.

“Why can't you understand that I fucking want you? Why are you trying to fight this?”

“Trey–” He sank a finger deep inside my hole and the euphoria increased. I genuinely didn't want to resist him anymore. Trey is a beast, and every part of my pussy was touched by his tongue.

He spat on it, rubbed his saliva all over it with his fingers and as he fingered me, he sucked the skin into his mouth. At one point, I was fully convinced that I had passed away. There was no way God was letting me enjoy all of that without punishing me.

Just when I felt my orgasm coming, he paused his fast movements.

“Trey! Please! I need this!”

“You're going to do whatever I want, anything I tell you to do. You're gonna let me keep fucking you, okay? Say yes then I'll let you cum.”

“Jesus, Trey. Fuck you.”

“I would love you to fuck me all day everyday, yes please ma'am.”

“No, I'm not going to say yes.”

“Very well then.” He pulled out his finger and just rubbed my bare pussy as slow as it could get, so I would get frustrated. He also had me locked, so I wouldn't move.

He wasn't kidding. He'd literally let me die of unseen orgasm. It was really beginning to get to me.

“Please, please don't do this to me.” I was almost crying.

“Say. Yes.”

“Okay, yes, yes. Please, yes.”

“That's my girl.” He stuck his face deep inside my pussy, ravaged it completely and fingered me to ruins. My orgasm finally exploded out of me, and as I tried to catch my breath, he was busy licking me like a starved dog.

I'm so finished. When we were done, we had made a mess of the table and he licked it clean too before raising me up.

“I have a crush on you, in case you're not aware, so no matter what you do or what you wear, my dick is still going to get breakable hard. I don't care about your age, hell, I don't even want to hide this. I want to tell everyone I've fucked you, but you don't want that, and I get it. Just let me be your dirty secret. Play with me. Whenever we get tired, we stop. What do you say?”

Love confessions made me feel good and wanted, but right now I wasn't thinking.

“Ask me some other time, when my thoughts aren't going straight to your dick, okay? because that's all I can think about.” I said honestly, and he laughed beautifully before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Candice?” We suddenly heard a voice call out from a distance.

We both looked at each other, panic written across our features. Who the hell was that and how did the person get into my house?