His stepdaughter {Waterloo Road}

Twenty-Five

Evie looked to Max and sighed. "Come on dad. What's going on?" She asked as she sat down. "Fucking hell dad. You've kept this from me for weeks now. What's going on?"

Max knew how he couldn't avoid the situation for much longer. "Fine. Tonight. Come home early and we'll talk. We need to sit down and talk."

Evie rolled her eyes. She looked to him. "You're doing my head in. I just want to know. Why can't you tell me now?" She asked.

"Because it's important for us both to sit down and talk. I know you don't want to. But it's for the best," Max told his daughter.

Evie just nodded. She looked to him and  sighed. "Fine. I'll be back early. And don't even think of trying to get out of it," she said as she turned and walked off.

She left the office and saw Bailee. She walked over to her. "My dad says that we're going to talk tonight. I don't know what the hell i want to say. I need answers before it gets too much," she told her.

Bailee smiled. "Won't he tell you now?" She asked.

Evie shook her head and sighed. "Nope. It's driving me insane. I don't know why he can't tell me now. But whatever,  if he doesn't tell me tonight. Then I'm going to leave and stay with Tom for a few weeks. It's the only thing I can do."

***

Tom opened his door to see Evie stood there. He smirked. "And what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Well I need a distraction from everything. And you're the distraction," Evie told him as she grinned.

"Oh. Well in that case, come in," Tom said. He smirked. "You won't break. But the bed might," he said as he pressed his lips against Evie's.

Their clothes were scattered across the small hotel room by the time she pushed him onto her bed. Crawling on top of him she ran her fingers lightly up his length.

Tom's head was lifted, watching as the wet, pink muscle escaped her lips, coating the appendage.

He exhaled when her eyes met with his, drifting his own to her mouth to watch his length disappear between her lips.

"Turn this way." He grunted pulling her so that he could pleasure her as well.

He could no longer see her hands or mouth or... "fuck," he inhaled the word when her tongue swirled, grazing the sensitive frenulum on the underside of his tip.

Her actions were intensified by his inability to view her, his tongue pressing against her in an effort to distract himself.

She bobbed him deeper as he tongued her, swirling her clit as best he could with her hips bouncing. The angle wasn't the greatest as it was and he needed her still.

Tom gently rolled them so she was beneath him, checking that she could breathe before pumping his hips once.

Evie moaned around him and he smiled returning his focus to her momentarily abandoned clit. He sucked the sensitive bud between his lips, pumping his hips into her when she groaned.

He felt her throat relax, his own groan escaping when his head slipped within the confines, the vibrations of which caused her hips to jerk.