Blandview High Musical

57. Bad Girl Shit

In the morning, I was the first one to wake up. I went downstairs to find Mr. Tondre standing at the stove. He was making breakfast. He didn't have a shirt on. His entire back and his front were covered with intricate looking tattoos. I cleared my throat as I walked up to the bar and sat down. He turned around just as he was shoving something into his mouth. I simply sat there looking at him, with that stupid smile plastered over my lips. He swallowed the food. "Good morning." He said. "Good morning." I said. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again in this house. Did something happen between the two of you?" He asked, reaching up to lick his fingers. The sight of it was arousing. "We um...we had a little bit of a fight." "Over what? A boy?" He asked. I gave a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, sort of." I said.

He was mixing something together in a bowl. "Come taste this." He said. I might've melted into the seat had I not assumed he was talking about the food. I hopped off the bar stool and moved around the island to where he was standing. He dipped the spoon in the batter. "Tell me if it's too sweet." He said, handing me the spoon. I took it, sliding it across my tongue. It was chocolate flavored. "How does it taste?" He asked. The tone of his voice dropped to a smoother octave. My eyes fluttered up to meet his, keeping my lips parted and the spoon balanced against my tongue. "Is it too sweet?" He asked. I could feel my breath getting caught in my throat. My eyes lingered to his lips. "N-no...it's uh...it's good." I said, softly. There's something there still. It seemed like we were frozen there for a second.

Without warning, he leaned over and kissed me again. The spoon clattered into the sink as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn't care less about the dads are off limits rule. The sheer desire to fuck this man was ravaging. "Is-Is this okay?" He asked. You're seriously asking if I'm okay with fucking my best friend's dad? I nodded my head. "Yes." I said, breathlessly. My hands moved to his biceps as he pinned me between the island. He pushed items out of the way as he lifted me up to sit on the counter. I let out a stifled giggle at the actions. "What?" He asked. "Nothing, I was just...just thinking about how Jade is gonna be pissed off over this." He raised his brow. "We just have this-this rule where we don't umm..." My voice trailed off. "Yes?" My eyes searched across his face. If I say it, it'll most likely ruin the moment. He brushed his nose against mine and I started to lean my head back some. His lips pressed themselves to my throat. "It's a rule where we-we're not supposed to fuck each other's dads." His eyes moved back up to mine. "Well, you look like a rulebreaker to me." He said. It was only teasing, but the way he said it. I wanna be, more than anything. I could feel the fever rushing into my cheeks.

He dipped his head down, resuming this kissing. "I know you want to." He purred. "I can see how you look at me." I rolled my lips together. This was getting harder and harder to try and resist and at this point, I was hardly trying at all. His hand moved to rest on my thigh. His fingers creeping upwards towards the shorts I was wearing. I let out a soft gasp as his fingers slid against the material. His lips continued to nip and tease. "Come on, Gill. Just one little taste." My mouth was going dry and I could feel my breathing getting a little unsteady. It's just once. It can't hurt that much, right? "Just fucking do it, please. This is literally killing me." I said, softly. He let out a deep chuckle, pressing our lips back together as his fingers busied themselves with separating fabric from flesh.

My fingers raked into his hair. It was soft and thick. There was a musky scent on his skin that seemed to wash over me. He nearly ripped the material from between my legs, delving his hand deeper. His index finger glissaded between the seam of my sex. I let out a quivering gasp. Even Javi wasn't like this. It was apparent that Javi was sleeping with me to remember what it was like to sleep with someone else. Loneliness is a bitch, I'll give him that. I tried to scoot my hips closer, wanting his finger to go deeper instead of the languid slips against my clit. Not that it wasn't setting me on fire. There was just something about Mr. Tondre that struck a nerve with me. A sexual tension that was present whenever we were alone together. I'd never even met the man and yet, I would beg him to fuck me. "Please..." I pleaded as he lifted his head up. His eyes had darkened to almost black. "You're so desperate. I like that." He said. His finger slipped forward, pushing in between my folds. Static rose up from my throat, screaming into my ears. The noise was broken by his voice, purring and praising. The beveled gold rings were cold against my wet skin.