Behind Closed Doors (16 page)

Blake quickly glanced at her then back to the television screen. "I didn't see anything, I swear," he told her.

Vivian smiled for the first time that morning. "Liar."

A small grin spread across his face, "Would it make you feel better if I said I saw, but didn't
actually
look. It was like a blur, really."

At least he was trying to make light of the whole incident, that's a good sign
. It would be hard seducing him if he couldn't relax around her.

He looked good today. He was the type of man t-shirts and jeans were made for. The material of the t-shirt stretched across the large expanse of his muscular chest and arms. He also looked much more rested and that sexy twinkle was back into his eyes. She liked it. That was the Blake she knew and loved.

"So where are we going? I hope it's someplace to eat since I don't seem to smell breakfast or lunch coming from the kitchen."

"It is," he confirmed with a nod.

"So you're all mine for the whole day?" she asked, with a coy smile spreading across her face.

"Well, unless you have other plans. I was thinking yes," he affirmed, standing up.

Vivian's smile broke into a wide grin. "Then I'm free."

"Oh hey, what were you up to last night?" Blake asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

Cocking her head to the side, she eyed him curiously. Did he know? How could he
possibly
know? Had he seen her?
No, he hadn't
, she decided. "Nothing much; why do you ask?"

"I just saw that your running shoes were covered in mud and grass stains. Figured you must have had one hell-of-a night. Where were you?"

Vivian was silent for a moment or two. Then told him the most believable excuse she could come up with. "I was at a house-party. It was outside in someone's backyard. I came home early."

He nodded, his eyes narrowing at her as if trying to decide if he believed her or not. "I see," he walked over and slung an arm over her shoulders ushering her out of the living room and into the kitchen. "Ready for a fun-filled day?" he asked.

Vivian looked up at him and smiled as she leant into him. His body felt warm and inviting against hers. She would have much preferred staying home and showing him just how grown up his stepdaughter could be, but she'd take what she could get. Looking up into his amused grey eyes she decided tonight would be the night she seduced her father.

Chapter 3

Looking over at Vivian sleeping in the passenger seat of the jeep, on their way home from six flags, Blake was happy with how the day had turned out. He had given it some thought that morning and figured a fun day at an amusement park might just be what they needed. Sure, she was twenty-one, and not ten, but who didn't love an amusement park, right!

And it was a success! He’d had one of the most enjoyable days in a very long time, and he was certain she had as well. In addition, the excitement of the place kept him from thinking about her naked body as it walked past his room that morning. He felt almost as relaxed in her presence as he had before the sexual feelings towards her started to slowly eat away at him.

However, now that she was asleep in the seat next to him, with the excitement of the park wearing off over the multi-hour drive home he was, once again, beginning to get those all-too-familiar feelings back. Of course, this time it was worse since he now knew what every inch of her spectacular body looked like.

Her breasts were perfect. Breathtakingly perfect. Just big enough to would fit perfectly into his hands and they were perkier than he'd ever had the honour of seeing on any woman. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the image. He wasn't going to ruin a good day by allowing himself to obsess over her. Besides, it was close to midnight and they were almost home, a few more minutes and they'd be there.

Vivian began to stir beside him and her brown eyes fluttered open just as they pulled into the driveway. She stretched her body in the seat, arching her back, causing her breasts to strain against the thin beige material covering them.

"Home already?" she asked, with a lazy smile.

"It's a quick drive when you sleep through it," he commented dryly, but his eyes held amusement in them. Shutting off the jeep he got out, with Vivian quickly following suit.

"Oh hey," Vivian said, catching up to him on the porch and casually nudging him in the side.

Blake raised an eyebrow at her then proceeded to unlock the front door.

"The horror channel has an 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' movie marathon going on right now," she looked down at the watch she was wearing on her left wrist. "If we hurry we can have popcorn ready and be sitting in front of the television before the second movie begins.

Opening the door Blake ushered her in before entering himself and closing the door behind them.
Hmmm, A Nightmare on Elm Street marathon
, he thought. He then considered that at the very least it wasn't the type of movie to promote thoughts he shouldn't be having of her.

Finally, he nodded. "Alright, you're on. As long as you take charge of the popcorn."

She smiled at him. A genuine, sweet smile that lit up her whole face - even her eyes twinkled with delight. "Good, it's a date," she announced heading for the cupboard and pulling out a bag of microwave popcorn.

Entering the living room, Blake flopped himself down on the sofa, and grabbed the remote, turning to the horror channel. As luck would have it, he tuned in just in time to see a very young Johnny Depp being pulled into his mattress. Seconds later an obscene amount of blood came spewing out of the hole he’d been sucked into.

"Very nice," he grumbled, tossing the remote beside him as he wondered how he was ever going to sit through a marathon of that.
Fuck
. But, he'd already agreed and saying no to her wasn't one of his strong suits.

Maybe I'll get lucky and doze off
, he thought.

The aroma of butter came into the room first, followed by an enthusiastic Vivian holding a large tub of popcorn in one hand and a couple of bottles of beer in the other.

Alcohol. Good. That should help make the movies bearable
.

Setting the beer down on the coffee table in front of them, Vivian settled herself sideways, on the sofa, her back against the arm of the sofa and her bare legs draped over his lap.
Oh dear god
, he moaned inwardly. Her already short skirt lifted its way further up her bare legs to the point where, if he tilted his head just a couple of inches to the left, he'd be able to tell her the colour of her underwear,
if
of course she was wearing any.

It's that line of thinking that's going to get your ass in trouble, Blake
, he chided himself,
Focus on Freddy; that should keep you from getting hard
.

But, it didn't. Instead, the feel of her ass each time it wiggled against his leg caused the urges to rise up within him. To make matters worse, to be comfortable, he had no option other than to lay his hands across her soft, bare legs.

As they watched the movie, he subconsciously began to caress her outer thighs. The palms of his hands moved slowly over the soft, silky skin. While one hand massaged the muscles of her finely sculpted calf, the other found its way higher up her thigh, pushing her skirt up to the point where he no longer needed to lean to see she wore a black lace thong under the skirt.

His cock became so hard, that it produced a very noticeable bulge in his jeans. It strained to be released. He was about to remove his hands from her when she turned in his lap, seemingly to reach for something on the floor behind her. He didn't know what she was reaching for and didn't really give a shit for that matter. All that his mind was capable of focusing on was her ass, just a couple of feet from his face, partially uncovered since her skirt had risen nearly up over her hips.

He ran his hands up the back of her thighs, which caused a soft moan to come from her. Just the sound of her faint moan, nearly sent him over the edge, right then and there. From that moment - something seemed to click within him; he was no longer seeing her as his stepdaughter, but as a damned sexy, desirable, wanton woman, inviting his hands to explore her most intimate areas.

His hands worked their way up her thighs to her ass. Blake pushed her skirt up over her hips completely exposing the thin lace thong. "Sweet lord, Vivian," he groaned, as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the thong and pulled it down over her hips and ass, then off, tossing it to the floor.

Her ass was so firm, so round, so
perfect
.

She moaned softly a second time, as the cool air touched her moist, exposed pussy. She was no longer pretending to reach for something, her back was now arched, lifting her ass to him, begging him to play and explore.

Blake let out a ragged breath not even realizing, until that moment, that he had been holding it. His hands worked their way back up her inner thighs until they reached the apex between her legs. He paused momentarily, giving her a second to protest. She didn't. Instead, she arched her back further, lifting her tight, toned ass up to him, a fraction of an inch higher.

His fingers slid down the length of her slit from her clit to her anus. He was shocked and very excited to realize that not only was her pussy completely shaved, but she was extremely wet. His cock was so hard, his balls so tight, they both ached, but he wasn't about to free them yet. If he did, he'd be thrusting into her within seconds. So he endured.

His fingers dipped into her slit again, parting the lips of her pink pussy and exposing the hardened nub underneath. Her breathing became irregular, and she moaned again as his fingers began to pinch and rub her clit. Circling and teasing it with his fingertips.

As one hand worked her clit, the other hand plunged two fingers into her core. She gasped, and rocked against his hand as he began to stroke inside her. Thrusting in and out of her pussy, fucking her with his fingers.

Her pussy was so damned tight, it was driving him wild. It had been a long time since he'd come across one that clung to his fingers like hers did. She was now moaning, her body writhing under his touch. He longed to explore that tight little ass of hers, but decided to leave that for another time. Tonight was about making her cry out for him, having her beg him to take her, because at that moment, he felt he'd never before wanted a woman to want him so badly.

He watched as his fingers continued to slide in and out, stroking her inner wall, causing tremors to vibrate through her body. She was close, he could tell just by the way, her body was tensing up, her pussy clutching tighter to his fingers. Finally, she cried out his name as her body rocked with her orgasm, and her pussy gushed out her warm juices over his fingers and knuckles.

Not able to resist himself, he brought the two fingers that had worked her pussy to his mouth and licked off her juices.
Fuck! She tastes so fucking good
.

She flipped over to her back and looked at him. Her eyes were filled with lust, and a deep hunger for him. A hunger so feral that he seriously doubted he'd ever had a woman want him so badly. Her face was flushed and her breathing rapid, her chest heaving.

Blake's fingers ran their way up her defined abdominals, pushing the hem of her shirt up to expose a dainty beige cotton bra, with a small beige bow. She was so young and refreshing. Her body was lean and muscular, but with a touch of feminine softness.

He pushed the bra up exposing her small, pink nipples. He ran his hands over them, palming her breasts. And they were, as he suspected a perfect fit for each of his hands. Like they were made
just
for him. Like
she
was made
just
for him. She closed her eyes, and arched her back further, letting a soft, contented sigh escape her lips.

Her nipples reacted to his touch instantly, tightening into hardened beads. As he continued to pinch, roll and tease them, he felt her hand working the zipper of his jeans. The button gave way, the zipper along with it. Then her hand was creeping its way under his boxers and grasping his rock hard cock.

A groan, loud and deep erupted from him. He let his head fall back against the sofa and basked in the feel of her soft hand stroking him. His cock was already slick, cum seeping from the tip, simply from exploring her body. Her hand on him was almost enough to make him explode then and there.

He held back. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was some inexperienced teenager, blowing his load just because she’d touched his dick. But he'd dreamed, fantasized, longed for just this moment for so damned long it was taking every ounce of his reserve to hold it back.

So intent on keeping himself from coming, and simply focusing on the pleasure her hand was giving him, he hadn't even noticed she had moved from the sofa and was now on her knees, on the floor, in front of him. It wasn't until he felt her tongue lick the pre-cum from the head of his cock that he noticed.

Opening his eyes, Blake looked down at her. She was so beautiful, her tongue circling the head of his cock, lapping up his cum as if it was the tastiest thing she had ever had the pleasure of sampling.

"Vivian," Blake groaned, his hands working their way through her hair, stroking the length of her long locks. She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and wild with desire for him.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this to you Blake," she whispered as her mouth took the head of his thick shaft into it.

He gasped, his fingers fisting into her hair. He was so close that his entire body was tense. It felt as though it was vibrating, waiting for the delicious moment when he finally allowed himself to let go.

"I need to come, Vivian," he finally admitted half-embarrassed by his lack of stamina in the current situation. "I don't think I can hold back much longer."

Vivian's eyes focused back onto his once more, a curious expression on her face. Her hand at the base of his cock freezing in mid-stroke. "Why would you be holding back? We have all night to fuck." She immediately went back to taking his head into her mouth.

"Take it all in sweetie," he commanded, his voice breaking as he said it.

She took him all in, or at least the majority - what she could. He could feel the head of his cock as it touched the back of her throat and
sweet god
it felt better than anything he'd ever experienced before. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, just like he had imagined so many times in the past, but it didn't last long.

Within a minute of her fully taking him in, the tension became too much. "Vivian," he moaned as he released deep into her mouth, his body finally relaxed for the first time since she'd sat down next to him.

As Blake looked down at Vivian, her tongue running suggestively over her lush lips, the gravity of what had just transpired hit him. He’d let his hormones override his judgement. She looked up to him, depended on him, and he’d used her. He felt like royal shit for it.

Pulling up his jeans and fastening them, he stood pulling her up with him. She looked at him with confusion on her face as he straightened her clothing. "I'm so sorry, Viv. I shouldn't have let this happen."

Vivian made an attempt to protest, but he brushed past her, unable to look her in the eye. Like a man possessed, his conscience nagging at him, he walked out to the kitchen snatched up the keys to his jeep and rushed out of the front door.