Chapter 5 My StepDad Makes Me Wet

Tiffany groaned. Landon was moving in today and she was not looking forward to it. She had avoided him since that day.

The wedding was a quiet private affair in the courthouse with a few friends and family. They didn't really have any close relatives. Her mom's parents were late and her mom was the only child.

After the wedding, they had lunch at a restaurant and that was it. Cole, Landon's son (and apparently her new step brother) was writing exams so he couldn't make it.

She couldn't tell her mom anything. She felt so guilty. Her mom was a bit worried but she looked so happy getting married and Tiffany hadn't seen her that happy in a while.

She would survive it, all she had to do was avoid Landon as much as she could till she went to college. Senior year was going to be the longest year of her life.

"Care to help?" Landon asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Tiffany turned and saw him holding a box. She scowled.

"I thought you hired movers to do that." She said, eyeing him.

Landon chuckled.

"It's that how to speak to your dad?"

"You're not my dad, you're just married to my mom" She said abruptly. " Now, leave me the hell alone."

Her mom came in, just in time to hear her end of the conversation.

"Tiffany what's gotten into you? Can't you be nice?" Her mom asked with exasperation.

"Don't be too hard on her Trace, she's having a hard time adjusting." Landon said calmly.

"Hard time or not, I thought her manners."

Tracey turned to look at her daughter.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but you're gonna help Landon set up his home office. And you're gonna find a way to like him and live with him."

She turned to Landon. "I'm sorry honey, I have to meet an important client. I'll give you guys time to see if you can bond."

Landon walked up to her and kissed her.

"Don't worry, Love. Do what you have to do. She's in safe hands."

Tracey smiled and held his hands. "Have I told you I love you ?"

Landon kissed her again, " I know, that's why you married me."

Tracey chuckled and as she was about to leave she turned to Tiffany. "Please be nice. I'll be back later."

.....

Landon turned to Tiffany, "You heard your mom. She said be nice. "

Tiffany rolled her eyes and picked up a box. The faster she helped, the faster she could get away from the smug bastard.

As she walked into the home office, Landon followed from behind.

He watched her, hips swaying in the light short summer dress she wore. The dress was not body fitting, but it showed off a good measure of those pale beautiful thighs.

He wanted to bury his head deep inside there and suck and kiss her till she was begging him to stop. He had a taste and God help him, he wanted more.

They had carried the last of the boxes and Tiffany was about to leave. Landon held her hand as she tried to walk past him.

"Why are you avoiding me, I don't bite," he said.

Tiffany reddened, her mind going back to that night.

"I have no business with you, let me go." She said.

"But your mom said we should bond. I wouldn't want to disrespect her wishes." Landon drawled.

Tiffany eyed him.

"You're such an arrogant, narcissistic bastard." She retorted.

"And yet you can't resist me." He replied.

She scoffed, "You self absorbed..."

"I'd like to see you prove me wrong." He cut her off.

He turned, pulling her close to him until their bodies touched. She could feel his hard cock on her crotch.

She gasped.

"See what you do to me." He said bringing her left hand to feel the outline of his bulging shaft through his trousers.

"And I'm pretty sure, I'm doing something to you too."

Tiffany swallowed.

She tried to maintain composure as she said "You wish."

Landon looked intently into her eyes. He removed his hand from hers. She still left hers on his crotch. He smiled.

Slowly he slipped his fingers under her dress and into her panties. He touched her pussy and his fingers felt her wetness.

He smiled again. He liked the way he could make her wet by just a touch.

Tiffany squirmed under his touch. She hated the way her body betrayed. One look from him and she could feel the wetness between her legs.

He slid one finger in, then two and started to finger fuck her slowly. She grabbed his shirt with both hands to keep herself upright.

She moaned and arched her back as his fingers went in out of her pussy, increasing the pace while playing with her clit.

She felt herself coming apart. She could feel the pressure and pleasure building up. She was on the edge of a cliff and she was about to fall off.

Then he stopped. Tiffany gasped. She looked at him with confused eyes.

Why did he stop? Her body was screaming for more. She needed that release.

"I think I've proven my point, Baby girl." Landon said with a smirk.

Tiffany's eyes clouded with anger. She felt stupid as she ran to her room and lay on her bed.

Tears clouded her eyes but she would not give him the satisfaction of crying.

She hated him, she hated the way he made her feel. She hated the way her body responded to his touch. And she most especially hated the fact that she yearned for his touch.

She lay on her bed, confused and thinking of what to do. But the ache in heart was nothing compared to the gnawing ache between her legs.

.....

Landon kicked the desk. He didn't want to be a jerk but he couldn't help it.

If he hadn't stopped he would have taken her roughly on his office desk. She had no idea what she was doing to him.

This was more than attraction, it was pure lust. Her sighs and moans were sending him into overdrive.

His cock was bulging so hard against his trousers he thought it would burst.

He was married to her mother for goodness sake. Why did she have to look so delicious and oh so fucking innocent.

All he wanted to do was pound her till she forgot her name. He went to the bathroom and jerked off wishing she was the one doing it to him.

The girl was torturing him and he needed to be inside her soon. Or he would lose it.