5: The Almost Kiss

Emma

I hate my mom.

“Seems like everyone is busy having sex,” Zach, my lame ass boyfriend says while fucking me. The smile on his face is ridiculous. It makes me hate him even more.

My mother's moans are loud from upstairs. I think she took the room directly beneath mine to torture me with the sounds of the man I want fucking her. It should be me.

But here I am stuck with a man that can't even give me an orgasm.

Zach has been my only boyfriend since highschool.

I wouldn't say I have ever loved him or craved him as much as I crave Knox.

But I accepted him just because he was the only guy that was willing to go out with a nerd. Me.

While the other girls got hot football players, I got braces and awfully nerdy Zach.

“Do you know the woman's body is yet to be fully researched?”

“I don't need to know that while you're inside me, Zach.”

“Sorry, I only wanted to–”

“Just fuck me, please. No more talking.”

Zach's lips curve downwards in a frown. I stay rigid, only moving in response to his weak thrusts. My mother's moan has gotten louder and it's all I can think of right now. What Knox must be doing to her……

“Earth to Emma!” Zach stops moving. This time I frown.

“Why'd you stop?”

“I don't think either of us is enjoying this. You aren't even here with me,” Zach replies.

“I am here,” I lie. Zach slides out of me before I even get to enjoy it. Asshole.

“No you're not, Emma.”

He searches my eyes clearly worried. Zach has always been the lovey dovey type that pays way too much attention to conversations than knowing how to satisfy me sexually.

It takes one more scream of my mother's to drive me insane.

“I think we should break up.”

Zach's eyes grow wide. But he is too stunned to speak. His mid-sized dick grazes my skin and I feel irritated. I bet Knox's has more girth and he surely knows how to use it damn well.

I push Zach off me and stand to my feet, putting my clothes back on. He is clearly a waste of time.

“Why Emma? Did I do something wrong?”

I toss his clothes to him.

“Well for one, you can't fuck. Then two, I never orgasm with you. Now get dressed and leave.”

“But Emma we could–” He begins to slide on his pants.

“I'm not changing my mind, Zach. It's over between us.”

I slip on my flip flops and begin to walk to the door. I need some space where I can't hear my mother screaming.

“Please leave when you're done.” I exit my room and head for the kitchen to take some water. It takes a few more minutes to hear the front door. I sigh, gulping down some water.

“What are you doing down here this late?” A voice makes me jump in the dark. The glass slips out of my hand and breaks into pieces of the floor. Dammit.

The lights come on and Knox is standing by the switch. He walks over to me and whispers a curse when he sees the mess I made.

“I'm sorry I frightened you.”

He moves those sexy grey eyes to me. They are full of concern.

“Are you okay?”

His chest is bare. He's an inked glory of muscles and perfection.

“Yes…yes I am,” I mutter.

My eyes move to his crotch. Holy fuck!

Knox is standing next to me clad in only briefs. His bulge perfectly lined in it. It's huge. And thick …fuck.

“Let me help you,” he says, moving to get the broom.

I stare at his behind more intensely than I should. My morals are locked somewhere at the back of my head. And I have no intentions to be a good girl tonight.

Knox begins to sweep the pieces of glass and I reach out to take the broom from him.

“Let me help you with it.” He doesn't release the handle at first but finally lets go when he sees I don't either.

He takes a step back and I follow him, turning my back to him. My ass slightly grazes his crotch and I feel an electric jolt skittering my body when it does.

Knox apologizes and takes a step back. I know he felt the same jolt with the look in his eyes.

“I…I should leave you to it then,” Knox says and turns to the door.

No. I can't let him leave. The slight touch has my panties wet already.

Think fast Emma. Think.

“Ouch,’’ I whimper. I make a groaning sound and fake a leap. It catches Knox's attention.

“I think I stepped on a glass. My toe hurts...Ouchhh,” I lie as I try to move again. Knox turns back to me. Yes.

“How did that happen?” he rushes to take a look at my toe.

“I have no idea,” I fake a sob. Maybe I should have considered an acting career rather than major in marketing. I almost laugh at how concerned he looks.

“Which toe Emma?”

“The big toe, Knox.” I entertain myself with the sight of his crotch. I want to fist his length and have a feel of it for myself. It's so tempting.

“I can't see any hurt,” he replies.

I move an inch closer to him.

“Are you sure?” I moan, placing an arm on his shoulder. They are sturdier than Zach's. All muscles and ink. I move an inch closer till my nipples graze his chest.

“What are you doing Emma?” I slide my fingers down his shoulder, slowly tracing a tattoo down to his chest.

“Nothing. Can't find the cut still?” I slide my fingers down. And further, only inches away from the band of his briefs before he grips my wrist to stop me.

“I'm your stepfather, Emma.” I bore my eyes into his. Our lips dangerously close as I flicker my gaze between his sexy eyes and even hotter lips.

“But not my father,” I whisper, biting a bit of my lip.

“What do you want?” I force my arm free out of his grip and satisfy my longing need to touch him. He lets me feel his dick through his briefs and I've never gotten any wetter just from a contact.

It's veiny. And huge..fucking huge. I almost moan at the thoughts of the things he'll do to me with it.

“Kiss me,” I whisper after a moment of silence. But I don't wait for him to move before I lean forward to taste his lips. My hands still on his beautiful cock.

“Emma, I forgot…”

I recognize that voice. Shit.