#stepdad!aaron

He likes to make you squirm and even now he can't help that need he has to make you wait. He doesn't move until you're squirming beneath him and practically begging him to start. He finally does, and he shushes your little begging whimpers.

"Okay, princess, okay. Just calm down, baby. I'll take care of you, just like I always do. Right?" He asks and looks down at you before kissing the pout off of your face and chuckling. He starts slow again to ensure you're comfortable and ready for more before he gets to the harder thrusts that he knows you enjoy.

When you are left as a moaning mess under him, he knows he can go a little faster now. He paws at your tits and rolls your nipples between his fingers before bringing his lips to wrap around one of them. It has you throwing your head back and his free hand goes to cradle the back of your head.

The feeling of Aaron's cock sliding in and out of your cunt feels even more intense right now and it may be one of the most amazing feelings you have ever experienced. The way he is stroking your walls is definitely distracting you from the pain that you've been feeling for the past day and a half.

Aaron hadn't been surprised at all to hear what you were doing. He'd felt your gaze on him throughout the day, your eyes dragging eagerly down his frame, concentrated on the tight swimwear he'd chosen for the day at the pool.

So hearing your poorly-muffled moans from down the hall hadn't shocked him in the slightest.

He slipped out of bed, checking to be sure that your mother was still fully asleep on her side of the bed. He shut the door behind him, padding softly down the hallway to stand outside of your room.

The door was shut, but barely concealing any sound. He could hear the soft squeak of your bedsprings, your hips surely bucking up around your fingers as your other hand covered your mouth.

The squeaking started getting louder and faster, and before he could think twice about what he was going to do, Aaron burst through the door, towering over your mortified frame on the bed.

"Oh my god!" You scrambled for a blanket, your nude form displayed for him over the mattress, "Oh my god, oh my god!"

Aaron realized that your words were still muffled, even though both of your hands were keeping a blanket draped over you. His eyes drifted to your mouth, his stomach lurching as he noticed one of his ties stuffed between your teeth to muffle your moans.

It gave him all the confidence he needed, stepping forward and reaching for the tie. You spit it out in humiliation, your eyes clenched shut as you avoided his intimidating eye contact.

"I don't think this belongs to you." He mused, his voice low and slightly raspy.

"Aaron, I- I'm so sorry," You started, tears brimming in your eyes and wetting your lashes, "I swear nothing like this will ever happen again, I- I didn't mean to cross any boundaries or anything-""

As soon as your mouth opened wide to accommodate your words, Aaron stuffed his slick, spit-stained tie back into your mouth. Your eyes flew open at the silky material on your tongue, meeting his in confusion.

"Keep quiet," He perched on the edge of your bed, sitting below your hips and watching your gaze follow his movements intently, "We can't wake up your mom."

"I- Are you going to..." You didn't dare finish your question, too scared of rejection, and perhaps equally intimidated by a confirmation.

"Yes." He raised his eyebrows, checking once for permission, "Do you want me to?"

You hesitated for only a moment, then nodded eagerly. He let a soft smile take over his features, the expression sending a swarm of butterflies through your tummy.

You let out a sigh and your head falls back dramatically.  “Nowhere important.  I just went out with a friend.” It’s not necessarily a lie.  The guy you were with is a friend, but there may be some occasional benefits too.  It was just a drink and a quick fuck.  It didn’t really mean anything.  It was just a way to release some stress that you’ve been feeling lately and accidentally create more stress for your stepdad.  

The dishevelled sight of you in front of him is something he absolutely hates.  The messy hair, the smudged lipstick, the already too-short dress that was pulled back down after your encounter but not quite all the way as it still rides up your thighs more than it normally would, and the marks on your neck are enough to have a slight wave of anger flooding through him.  He only wants to see that if he is the one that caused it.  But to see another guy’s work?  It pisses him off.  You’re his, or at least he wants you to be.  The two of you haven’t actually gone that far yet, but you both know that it is only a matter of time before you do.

“A friend?  One that you got all dressed up for and left all of those hickeys on your neck?” Aaron speaks coldly with a clear hint of suspicion and doubt as he crosses his arms over his chest.  Part of you is a tad embarrassed to be in this situation right now, but the other part of you that loves to be bratty and push his buttons from time to time is winning that conflict inside of you right now.  

“Yeah, maybe.  It’s not any of your business, Aaron.  I wanted to have a night out and have a little fun, what’s so bad about that?” You mirror him, crossing your arms in the same way that he is.  Your attitude has Aaron clenching his jaw.  That jaw that you would give just about anything to kiss and nibble on.  

He takes a few steps closer to you and his head tilts slightly in that way that for some reason always distracts you.  He hesitates and stands there just looking at you with a glare that you swear is sharp enough to pierce right through you and the door behind you.  When Aaron finally answers you his voice comes out low and dark.  “Because I don’t like it and I don’t think you should be seeing him.” He made it sound like something he was declaring.  Like it’s his choice and he gets the final say on the matter.  

This is ridiculous.  He thinks he can tell you who you can go out to see?  

“Then what would you suggest, Aaron?  Who am I allowed to see?” That bratty tone comes out again and he has to take a deep breath in so that he doesn’t snap.  Everything inside of him wants to push you up against that door behind you and tell you who you really belong to, to fuck you silly until you forget about everyone except for him.  He wants to tell you that he knows you’re always thinking of him when you are taking care of your needs whether you’re doing so with the help of another person or if it’s by yourself.  He wants to say that you can’t see anyone but him.  He holds back.  He wants to give in more than he could express, but he still manages to stop himself from acting on all of those thoughts.

You wish he would say and do all of those things.  You would love nothing more than to let Aaron absolutely ruin you however he sees fit.  You know he wants to and you’ve tried to push him over that edge, but he has way more self-control than you had originally thought he did.  That doesn’t mean that you haven’t watched it slowly crumble over time though.  You know it won’t take much more to finally break him down completely and when you do, you know that he is going to break you.  Especially with how long all of these feelings and emotions have been building up.  The tension between the two of you is palpable at all times when you’re around each other.  

To your surprise he chooses to back down this time.  He steps back closer to where he was before and looks down at the floor with a slight huff.  He’s jealous, but he’s containing it.  For now.

“Just…go to bed.  I”ll see you after work tomorrow.” He grumbles and walks away.  He goes to get a drink and sits quietly in his office, thinking about you and how he could treat you better than whatever ‘friend’ you saw tonight.  He wants to be the one you go to for a good time.  He wants to teach you a lesson and claim you as his.  He wants to tell you that no one else can do those things you both dream of him doing to you.  But for now Aaron has decided that it’s not quite the right time.  

You watch him get his drink and close the door of his office behind him before you go to your room.  You had hoped that he would snap tonight and make you unable to walk the next day, but your luck was against you yet again.  It made you feel a little disappointed and your heart sank just slightly.  But there was one thing that really stuck in your mind as you walked away.