Twice Driven (51 page)

Whatever was happening with this girl though...it wasn’t either of those things. I might not know how to label it, but I knew that. And I might not have known what she felt exactly about it, but I knew how
I
felt. I wanted her, completely and utterly. I wanted to
claim
her, and I didn’t care who knew. Shit, I wanted to fill her up with my seed so much that it
took
; so much that her belly grew round with my child.

It was a weird thought, for sure, but also one that got me hard as iron there in my kitchen. Because really, that
is
what I wanted, and that thought stopped my pacing cold.

Jesus, was that what I saw in this girl? Starting a family? I mean it would be
insane
, and the blowback would be crazy, but the more I thought about it, the more the idea became more than just my own macho musings and turned into the truth.

Fuck, I needed to clear my head.
 

I had my gym shoes and sweatshirt on in a flash, and five minutes later, I was halfway around the block running to get my head on straight.
 

“Hey neighbor!”

I almost jumped out of my damn skin at the sound of Bob Ames’s voice, and I jolted to a stop next to him on the sidewalk outside his house.
 

Outside
her
house.

Yeah, so much for clearing my head.

“Uh, hey, Bob,” I said stiffly. Jesus, talk about guilt. Bob was a genuinely nice guy. A little square for sure, but honestly a good guy. Which means I kind of felt like shit when I took his outstretched hand and shook it, because all I could think about was how I was fucking his little girl.

“So, you’re hitting it hard, huh?”

“
What?
” I almost choked on my tongue.

Bob grinned at me. “The running, I mean. Man, I envy your commitment.” He patted the small beer belly at his gut. “I bet Helen wouldn’t mind if I lost this sometime, huh?” He chuckled as I let out a slow breath.

Relax, man, it’s not like he knows.

“Hey so you were in Boston this weekend, right?”

My blood ran like ice for a second as I nodded, my jaw tight until I remembered seeing Helen near the train station the previous day when I’d gotten off. I told Bob the same thing I’d told her. “Yeah, man, had a little business up there.”

Not the kind of business they wanted to hear about though, that’s for damn sure.

“Went well?”

“Yeah...yeah it was good.”

I swallowed the lump of guilt in my throat, trying not to think about
exactly
how good it’d been.

“Too bad you didn’t get a chance to see Christina.”

I held in the groan as I took a big breath. “Uh, yeah...yeah too bad.”

Bob shook his head and smiled proudly. “Man, she’s doing great up there.”

I smiled, nodding along with him and trying not to think about her lips wrapped around my cock, or pumping her full of my cum.

“I think there’s a guy.”

I almost choked on my tongue, and for a second, the jealousy ran red in my eyes before I almost laughed.

Oh, right, the guy is me. I’m the guy. I’m the one fucking Christina Ames.

“That’s, uh, that’s great. Bob.”

“Yeah, don’t tell Helen though, she’d flip.” Bob clapped me on the shoulder. “Well how about you, buddy? I know its early after the divorce and all, but any girls you big rock star?”

Just the one, but you sure as shit don’t want to hear about that one, believe me.

“Nah,” I lied, feeling the guilt creep through me. “Just taking care of business these days. Too busy for anything else.”

Yeah, right.

*****

"Wait, for
real
?!"

I was grinning like a fucking idiot, sitting in my office chair by the same window I’d peeped through to see Christina in the pool. “I
told
you I was going to have more business in a week or so back in Boston," I chuckled over the phone.

The whole "business" thing was bullshit, of course. I’d made it up the first time in order to get up to Boston to see her, and now I was going to do it again. Because I
had
to have more of her. I’d been home two full days, and I was like a man without water without her. It’s like I was
craving
that tight eighteen year old pussy,
dying
to taste her and make her come, and feel her bouncing on my cock.
 

"I can only do a day, honey."
 

Truth be told, my plate
was
starting to fill up with business for the label. But like I said, I
had
to have her again.
 

Someday, honey, in another world, we'll have the luxury of time and no need for secrets.
 

"Well, guess we better make it count then," she said with this sexy little husk to her voice.

“Tyler I-” she stopped suddenly, almost like she was wrestling with something.

"Christina?”

She coughed and then laughed. ”No, it’s nothing, I just I can't wait to see you."

I grinned. "Me too, honey, me too."

Chapter 19

Tyler

I was heading in to Boston again, this time under the pretense of a "quick business trip”. Of course, knowing what I was really doing here had my cock hard as fucking iron bar the whole train ride, just imaging seeing her again after a full two weeks apart.
 

And when I saw her at the end of the track waiting for me in the station, suddenly everything just seemed
right
with the world. She shrieked and ran to me, squealing as she jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately.
 

We'd been mistaken for father and daughter before out in public. I knew both of us were shrugging off the age gap, but up here in Boston where no one knew us, I made damn sure that the way I treated her in public made the nature of our relationships
abundantly
clear to anyone around us.

In spite of that, or really I guess probably
because
of my very public displays of affection towards him, we still got a lot of looks from people. I knew damn well there was something scandalous about the forty year old man walking hand in hand with the barely-legal college girl, but they could look and judge all they wanted. I had the girl I lo- well, the girl I was
seriously into
with me, and that's all that mattered. Fuck ‘em.

*****

"Mr. Weaver, pleasure to have you back here with us again."

The concierge smiled at me as he clicked away at the keyboard. "Oh, I'm sorry, I have you set up for a single
king
bed suite, but will you and your daughter be requiring two beds?" He looked up at us innocently.

"No, that's fine," I said nonchalantly, feeling the cocky grin spread across my face in spite of myself. I put my arm around her and smiled at the man around my age. "My girlfriend and I will just be needing the king.”

The man went bright red, stammering out an awkward apology that I think I relished a bit too much. I looked down and grinned to see Christina blushing just about as furiously as the concierge.

Upstairs in the room though, the rest of the world and their opinions meant nothing as we came crashing together as soon as the door was shut. She moaned into my mouth as I kissed her, my strong arms holding her tightly as I pushed her back against the wall.
 

I poured everything I’d been holding back for the last two weeks into that first kiss in that room as I wrapped my arms tightly around her, never wanting to let him go.

I picked her up then, her legs wrapping around me as I carried her over to the bed and laid her
 
down across it. Maddened kisses became frantic gasps as we tore each other’s clothes from our bodies, groaning hungrily.

We'd make love later; right now, I wanted to
fuck
this girl.

She rolled us over and pushed me down as I tore her shirt off. Grinning impishly as she straddled me, she bit her lip and reached down to the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up, and my eyes went wide. The black tights she’d worn under the skirt went up high on her thighs, but that's here they stopped. And as my eyes hungrily traveled higher, I groaned as they fixed between her legs on her bare, panty-less little barely legal pussy.

"Do you mean to tell me we went that entire cab-ride back from the train station with you sitting right next to me with no panties on?" I growled.

She nodded, smirking at me. “Uh-huh. In fact, I may just have to
never
wear panties again around you,
Mr. Weaver
.”

I groaned, and she shrieked as my hands suddenly grabbed her bare ass and dragged her up my chest.
 

Christina cried out as my tongue pressed hotly against her wet slit, dragging through her dripping wet folds and teasing across her clit. She let her hastily unbuttoned blouse all from her arms as she reached down to run her hands through my thick dark hair, pulling me tighter against her pussy in this needy way that had me
growling.

I could
feel
her whimpered moans rumbling through her core as I licked her, pushing my tongue deep into her tight little pussy to taste her nectar as she bucked and moaned on my mouth. I could feel her small hands reaching back and unzipping my pants, and she reached inside to wrap her hand around my throbbing cock. I groaned as I heard her moan as she pulled me out.

With a moan, she pulled away from my face, and I started to say something when she winked a the and then flipped over.

Oh fuck yes
.

She arched her back, pushing her bare ass and pussy back at me seductively as she settled that little peach back onto my mouth. Instantly, my tongue plunged back into her as I growled, making her gasp as I sucked her clit delicately between my lips and twirled my tongue across it.

She stoked my cock, her small hand not even able to get around me. I could feel her breath tease across my head, and then I groaned as I felt her warm, wet lips slip over me.

I moaned against her pussy, my tongue slipping deep between her folds as she swirled her tongue around my head and sucked me tightly. I clutched her tight little teenage ass in my strong hands, rocking her across my face as if I were fucking her with my tongue. She pushed her lips down further, sucking as much of my cock into my mouth as she possibly could. I groaned into her sweetness as I felt my cock hit the back of her throat before she pulled off of me, gasping and stroking me.

My tongue slipped higher then, and she gasped loudly as I suddenly swirled it around the tight little ring of her irresistible ass. She jumped in shock for second, but I let my tongue swirl over her there again and again, before I felt her suddenly melt into me, moaning loudly.

"Oh,
God-
"

I growled as she moaned deeply, her breath coming in gasps as she pushed back against my probing, teasing tongue. Yeah, I was willing to be that this was
way
dirtier than sweet little Christina Ames had ever even imagined, but I wanted to make her never forget this. I wanted to consume her, to do it
all
with her and be her everything. And when she moaned and eagerly pushed her ass back to my probing tongue, I could feel my cock throb even harder, knowing she wanted it as dirty as I did.

She dropped her head down and hungrily sucked my shaft back into her mouth and began to stroke my with both hands. My tongue slid back to swirl cross her clit, and I could feel her humming moan tremble through my cock with her lips wrapped tight around it. My hips began to push up to meet her sucking lips as my tongue began to push her body and her moans higher and higher.

My lips sealed around her clit, and as I sucked gently and flicked my tongue across it, her body suddenly clenched tightly. I could feel every muscle in her small body tense up before a ragged cry tumbled from her mouth and she exploded above me. She came with a shuddering moan, her juices streamed down my chin. I held me like that, rocking her against my face as her orgasms rocked through her.

Her hands were still wrapped tight around my cock, and I suddenly she just dropped her head down, sucked the head between her lips, and started to jerk me quickly with both hands.

“Fuck, Christina, honey, I'm going to-”

I barely got my words out before she suddenly jumped off of me and knelt at the edge of the bed between my legs. She wrapped her small hands around my obscenely big shaft and began to stroke me faster and faster as she licked and sucked at my sensitive head.

"I want you to come for me, baby,” the words dripped from her lips as she looked up into my eyes. “I want you to come
on me
, Mr. Weaver.”

Stroking my cock with both her hands, she pointed my cock down towards her chest, looking at me with these lusty, hooded eyes as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

"Come all over me, sir.”

With a shout, I felt the cum
rocket
through my shaft as it throbbed hot in her hands. The first thick, white rope of cum blasted out against her pert little tits, and she jumped in surprise before she started to jerk me faster. I grunted, staring at her with pure need in my eyes as she pumped shot after shot of my sticky load from my cock to spay all over her chest and neck. She cooed and moaned for me as I came, coaxing more and more of my cum from me until I gasped and dropped back onto the bed.

"Jesus
Christ
,” I groaned with a big grin on my face as I felt her climb up
 
onto the bed next to me. I looked up and grinned hugely, seeing my pearly white cum absolutely
covering
her sleek young torso, glistening in the low light. “You're going to kill me one of these days."