Lusting After You (GirlxIntersex)

Chapter 10

Season 1 Episode 10

Kiana POV

My shenanigans at the dinner table yesterday didn't win me the one-day spa treatments I wanted from my mom, and if anything, pushed her even more into her job. Jace was presently winning, though I'm not sure when earning my biological mother's attention was a game.

My pupils constricted as I examined my dog-eared with pen scribbles Schedule. For the following few months, I was booked solid, like a damn on-season hotel.

I take up my pencil and remove the spa day from this week's schedule, reserving it for next week. I thought I was going insane. I need that spa day as well as to get it over with so that it is one less item on my agenda. How can my mother miss the fact that it's simply one nice darn day?

When I heard a soft knock on my already open door, I slammed the book shut and swung my office chair to see Stefan, her massive shoulder resting on the door frame.

My tongue clicked on my lips as I glanced at her.

"Yes, Stefan." Seductively, I said. With the idea of my mother and the dreaded spa day out of my thoughts, my lips form a grin as my gaze wanders over her body. She saw me naked, but I've never seen her naked. That's not right.

"Behind that little look is a sad little girl who is gradually developing mommy issues."

I let out a sigh as I let go of the pretense. I put my hands up in defeat, knowing she's figured me out. I'm not difficult to figure out—I'm predictable.

She entered my room and took a seat on the side of my bed. I slapped my schedule book on the desk, which landed with a thump.

"I had no idea A worn out book could drive someone so insane in all my years."

"Tell me more about it." I started spinning my chair in a 180-degree circle mindlessly. I was addicted to that book like a narcotic.

"Burn it."

My heart began to pound against my chest, my fingers and toes were chilly, and my thoughts began to rush. That simple yet excellent suggestion made me feel attacked.

Simply burn the item and start over. But there were names and addresses of key individuals.

That book was so much more than just a record of events and times. I had no idea why I had made it a part of my life.

"Impossible."

"What's up with Mom and Jace?" I asked

I was aching to ask that question sooner, but with the entire circumstance at hand, I just pushed it off until a later time, and I should also cross it off the list of questions that I had lost track of. I do that just in case I get distracted and skip back through, and it helps me remember.

"Nothing." Her reaction was stiff, as if she was withholding something. "He's just another business partner."

However, I never expand on the question.

So when she said nothing, she should have said nothing more, but when she added something, I knew there was more to it than the 'business partner' excuse.

"Spill the beans."

"Spill the beans?"

"Yeah, like, tell me the details."

"There is nothing more than that."

I agreed by nodding. There was a lot more to it than that. Now here's the deal. I'm inquisitive, and she was only pouring gasoline to my already raging fire.

I stopped turning the chair and stared at her in silence. She noticed my eyes and started shifting uneasily on my bed.

What was she trying to hide?

"We have a few secrets of our own. Two, to be exact, and I have a feeling there will be more."

"When did Jace enter your guys' lives?" I hadn't seen him here before. He, too, has a new look. How did he discover Mayfield, a place that is scarcely visible on a map?"

"He arrived a month before you. He is a straight man. So there's nothing to be concerned about."

"He doesn't look straight, nor does he dress straight. Look at how tight his pants are."

"Do you have eyes for him?"

"No..." I came to an abrupt halt and strutted in front of her. Her legs expand wide, allowing me to glide between them.

Her fingers started unbuttoning my shirt one by one. Her gaze never left mine.

"I need to know something about Jace, and you are the only one who can tell me."

She grinned, and I was surprised when she chewed her lips for a split second before starting to speak.

"What makes you think that."

The heated air pierced my flesh. Summer temperatures here reached 105 degrees Fahrenheit. Her fingers pushed the shirt apart even more, revealing my bare, skin-colored bra.

"Remember, he's around when you're around."

Her next hand raised my skirt and proceeded to caress my pale, silky vanilla milkshake thighs. Perhaps due to a lack of heat exposure.

"I saw the way he looks at mom."

"I saw the way you looked at me. You act as though you want to ride the shit off my cock." Her lips peck my stomach, my eyes roll over, and I bite my lips to hide a groan. "Would you like to fuck me, Kiana?"

"Always. But..." When her finger brushes over my panties, I bite my lips even harder. "It's a little different..."

"How could it be any different?"

"I couldn't concentrate with her so close to my moistened area. "Your mother and I agreed to have an open relationship a year ago, and we included Jace in the mix. I cut ties with Jace. But your mother and Jace continue to do their thing, and he works as her business partner."

I took a step back. This was too much for me. I knew I wanted all the details, but not in this way. Everything was dumped on my face like a shitload of crap, and now I had to bear the aroma as well as the filth.

"Why are you married then?" This takes away the sensation of being married. Call me old-fashioned, but I couldn't deal with an open relationship, but I could deal with an unfaithful one. Clearly, Jacob wasn't the only scumbag I dated.

It was as though I was a magnet for them. I handled it quite maturely, or perhaps because I didn't love them.

"If it wasn't an open, how could we be doing this without feeling guilty?" I moaned in estacy as her tongue licked over my belly button, and I leaned in closer.

"But..."

"Don't you like what I'm doing to you, Kiana."

"Yes." I felt her hand go into my hair and tug it out of its bun, allowing it to fall across my face like a curtain. Her hand then returned to my waist, and the other shifted my panties. I was aware of it, but did nothing to stop it.

When her fingers make contact with my clit, I sob with delight.

"I want to put a mark on you right here." She spoke to my tummy. She started nibbling and sucking on the spot. My lips opened wide, and both of my hands curled around the crown of her head, drawing her inexorably closer.

"I've never felt anything quite like this before." I spoke between clenched teeth, my eyes watering as I stared at the wall behind me, fully blurred, completely dazed.

Her fingers accelerated, and I began to provide some friction of my own by putting my legs on her thigh, squatting into a low comfortable descend, and grinding on her fingers.

I could feel her fingers sliding through them as My pussy ruptured with a loud squeal, and even though my pants were serving as a barrier, white cream slowly dribbled down my legs.