My Stepfather

Sixteen

I just stared at the man in front of me. Him. Elijah. How was I that drunk to not notice it was him last night? More so, how was I that stupid to not realize this morning and put the pieces together. "But, you can't... You were different yesterday, you-you were..."

My eyes widened slowly as my words died down. "Holy f-ck." I couldn't get over it. Drunk me was way into the Elijah i met yesterday, heck he had me by my heart strings and I was practically mooning over him. Him!

Why did it have to be him? I turned around and walked straight up to my room. I walked straight up to my bed and flopped, face fown.

Ugh, great. I was supposed to be avoiding this loser and here he was playing f-cking romeo at the club. What if I slept with him? He wouldn't do that but what if? I think my mother would personally torture me and skin me alive if she as so much sniffed my scent laced with sex smell on him.

Sigh, why is my life so morbid. Why did the guy I like have to be my step dad? Wait what... Like. Do I like him? I know i had an attraction towards him. Pfft, attraction was an understatement, I wanted to go down to the kitchen right now and have him rip my clothes off and take me right there on the breakfast table. Mmm. That's not a bad idea. My thighs clenched and I wriggled my hips as my mind took that thought to another level and I moaned without even noticing.

"You better be moaning for me, baby girl." I heard his voice, just over a whisper right near my ear. I gasped and my eyes snapped open as I felt his hand trail from my hair down to the dip of my back and over the curve of my behind.

I let his fingers stroke along my body, sending little currents that woke my senses up and shocked my body to life. His hand gripped my upper arm and guided my body to turn around and I did. Slowly looking up to see his face, I bit my lip to stop another moan from escaping as I stared into his lust filled eyes which had darkened in colour. Biting my lip, however, didn't stop a sound from coming out of my lips. My muffled moan came out like a whimper and his eyes snapped down to my lips.

He put the side of his index finger under my chin and rested his thumb just under my lip and slowly guided my lip out from the clenching of my teeth. He slowly ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip and the zap I felt from his touch had my breath stuck in my throat.

He looked up into my eyes again and a slight frown creased his brows. I noticed his jaw clench and unclench.

"There are so many things I wish to do to you Beau, so many things I wish to do with you. I can't explain to you just how badly I crave for you to be mine. I need you in ways I couldn't even imagine. I don't know what you did but it was as if the second you walked through the door and you stood there with fire and hatred and disgust burning in your eyes you just stole everything from me and I was on my knees. Like a dying sinner craving redemption in a church, you had me wanting to apologise for things I don't even know. I don't know how you did it. How you, with your darkness and coldness could make me feel the sharp warmth you get off fire. I can't explain to you how much you mesmerise me and the second I make you mine I'll be the luckiest man on earth." His voice was raspy from the intensity of the moment we were sharing. His words ran laps through my mind and I knew his words had a deeper meaning to it than just lust. I gazed into the depth of the emotion that shone through his eyes and knew he meant every word he had said.

I got up and straddled his lap, my hands resting on his shoulder. "I see it. I know what you're saying is what you really feel. And in some strange way I feel it too. Throughout my whole life I have put myself in situations where I wouldn't allow myself to rely on anyone, where I wouldn't have to feel like I physically needed someone and things were fine. People didn't know or care about me and what happened in my life and as weird as it sounds it felt right, like this is how the world should run. But then you! You just waltzed into my life, bringing a whole tornado with you. You came in through our doors that are never open and saw everything that goes on behind closed doors. You held a conversation with me that wasn't an argument, you f-cking cared for me and it ruined everything! I despised you for that, i despised you for showing me what warmth was and I despised you for melting the thick layers of ice that wrapped around my heart and filled my veins. And then i realized, I don't hate you, not at all, not one single bit because even though the world isn't supposed to run this way and damn you for f-cking it up but it feels good. It feels so fucking good and I can't do this anymore, I can't not feel anymore because I'm dying..."  I hadn't realised i was crying through my rant and the hidden pleas for him to save what was left of my dying soul. But as i felt the tears fall onto his shirt which was bundled up in the fists i had formed at some point i had realised that it had been the third time i cried this week, which was very unlike me.

His hand moved my neck down so our lips crashed and all worries were long forgotten as the taste of his lips was a remedy for all my life's problems which seemed so distant in this instant. In this instant it was just him and I.

The End.

(Lol jk)
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I just wanted to say Rest In Peace David Bowie. song for chapter is dedicated to him because its one of my favorite songs <3