My head pounded the next morning after the emotions that had wracked my brain the night before as I had fallen asleep. I should not have been dancing with Tate that way, it wasn’t fair of me to lead him on that way when nothing would happen between us in the first place. Finding him and repairing what I did was the only way to keep the peace and make not make his life harder than it currently is.

Movement was a little stiff as I got dressed, but I made it out the bedroom door in leggings and a workout tank. The first place I wanted to check was the dance studio. Tate went in there too often to get out his emotions for me to not check there first. Walking by the glass door, there was no one inside and no music playing either. Next door was the gym, so it made sense to inspect that as a second possibility. Opening the door made me aware of the sound of grunting and chains rattling from the boxing corner. A male body was ramming the bag with his fists, definitely trying to alleviate some kind of built-up anger or stress. I shuffled my feet and cleared my throat, so I didn’t scare him as I approached the swinging fists of fury.

He turned around and faced me with eyes of fire that hinted at a sliver of confusion as he registered my being here. Guilt started in my stomach as I saw the youth in his face and I knew I had messed up big time. I sighed and rubbed my neck wondering where to start and thought an apology might be best.

“Tate,” I began, “I’m sorry about last night. Dancing was fun, but I shouldn’t have led you on like that. It was cruel, and I promise it’ll never happen again.”

The confusion only grew in his face as no response came from his side.

“I’ll keep my distance,” I continued, “you won’t be tempted into anything anymore and I’m done teasing.”

Unreadable was the sole way to describe his expression at this point. Am I really going to be ignored by a kid half my age? I turned on my heel and huffed out.

Tate reached out and tried to grab my arm but was a half second too late. Spinning around, we were nose to nose, both of us communicating heaving chests as anger began to stew.

“What do you want from me? You never said why you care so much about me or what I’m doing!” Tate snapped.

I had no answers. Man, this boy deserved better than a woman twice his age pursuing…. what exactly? A good time? A play toy? Something to “fix”? The truth was the only option.

“I don’t know Tate. I wanted to help you with your anger and frustration with your family, but lines are getting blurred, and I can’t keep doing this to you. I’m twice your age and treating you like a toy to be played with instead of reaching out to actually help you. That’s not what I want for either of us.”

Sadness swept over his face. Tate opened and closed his mouth half a dozen times before he settled on silence again. I sighed, wanting to really help this time; no games, no tricks.

I took a step closer to Tate and started to reach out my hand to touch his arm, but pulled back and rubbed my face again. “Tell me what you want Tate. I do desire to help you in any way that I can and make your life maybe a little brighter.”

Tate hesitated, not sure what to say next. After about internal battle, he came up with, “I enjoy you teasing me…”

Stunned like a deer in the headlights. What did this kid say? He ENJOYED me teasing him? Treating him like a mouse as my cat paws stretched and extended over and over? I laughed uncomfortably, “Tate, there’s no way you mean that. You’re barely 18, how in the world…”

“Stop treating me like I’m not an adult!”

“You’re not an adult Tate! Maybe by age yes, but that alone is not enough.”

My patience was starting to run very thin. A mask I used to keep control was slipping and a face I didn’t show often was becoming unleashed. Tate’s frustration turned to confusion, then slowly morphed into something else. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to show this kid who was the actual adult here.

“Tate,” my voice started, controlled and steady. “You will not question me again, do you understand?”

He nodded furiously. A seductive smile crept onto my lips as I brushed his arm gently with my fingertips. Shivers shook his body as a desperate plea came onto his face. He did enjoy it after all. This game of cat and mouse was exciting and one he wanted to explore. I shouldn’t do it. Shouldn’t start something this powerful between us, but the gates were slowly opening, and the beast was being let out of her cage.

I moved my fingers from his bicep slowly to his chest, brushing his muscles as I went. The smile stayed on my lips as he silently begged me for more. His breathing increased as I inched forward to bring our bodies closer together. My hand reached the center of his chest, then slowly moved down, exploring his sternum and abs next.

I leaned up on my toes and whispered, “Tate. Kiss me.”

Tate’s world seemed to stop as his chest ceased moving and eyes went wide. I looked at him expectantly, letting my irritation start to show the more he disobeyed my command. He seemed to regain his footing a bit and lowered himself down to me with his lips millimeters from mine. My hand lashed out to grab the back of his head and crush his mouth on mine. 

His lips tasted like peppermint, and it made me so horny. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and felt his body respond in turn, slowly tasting my mouth as I took control and devoured his. Breaking away, I looked at his face, gauging his reaction to see only hunger and ferocity. If he wanted teasing, that’s not how we play this game.

“Get on your knees Tate.”

Tate reluctantly lowered himself to the ground with his tongue darting between his lips over and over. I pulled my tank over my head to reveal a neon sports bra beneath that contained size D breasts. His hand reached out to touch me, but I slapped it away firmly.

“Don’t touch Tate. You wanted teasing? It’s standing in front of you, but you can’t touch until I say so.”

I walked a circle slowly around his kneeling form, tracing my fingers along his shoulders and upper back. My steps brought me back to my original spot with my hips hovering near Tate’s mouth. A finger moved from one hip bone to the other.

“Kiss me from here, to here Tate.”

His hands moved to grab my hips, but I smacked them away once again. I lowered myself down to his level as I gave him a piercing gaze.

“Do not touch Tate. You’re not allowed to touch until I give permission.”

Tate nodded silently looking defeated. I grabbed his chin to look up at me. “Please don’t make me ask again Tate. Kiss me.” 

Moving my finger back and forth again between my hips, I saw his eyes watch it hungrily, then gently press his mouth to my skin. It sent a small earthquake up my spine as he carefully followed the path my finger made seconds before.

After he was finished, I whispered “Again.”

Hunger took over this time as he became bolder, trading a few kisses for small nibbles and bites. My hips bucked at his attack, moans escaping my lips; this kid was good at what he did! I fisted my hands so into his hair, begging his mouth to somehow come closer. Tate grabbed my ass and pulled. He realized his mistake and a worried look crossed his face. I nodded at him to give him permission to continue, and he resumed his assault on my lower body.

I could feel how wet I was getting. It had been so long since I had been sexually aroused by another person instead of a battery-operated partner. My first inclination was to let habit take over and start getting naked, but this was not the time nor place, I had to keep my wits about me as much as possible, no matter how much I wanted...

Stepping back caused Tate to be thrown off balance and fall forward. His chest knocked into my legs, and I fell to the ground with his face smacking into my abdomen on top of me. I looked down to make sure he was ok as he looked up at me with the same concern. Laughter then erupted from the both of us when all was well.

“At least your face had a soft landing”, I said brushing my hands near his face.

Tate stopped laughing and touched around my mom “extra” that showed whenever I stood up. “I like this. I know some men like the model skinny or whatever, but I enjoy you not being perfect. It suits you more too.”

He was definitely crazy. “Maybe my abs are stronger than I thought, and you hit your head harder than it seemed.”

I started to get up, but Tate squeezed his arms tighter around me. “I’m not crazy, I know what I like.” His arms unwrapped around me, and he slithered his body up mine. My body froze from desire, I definitely wanted more of him and was curious what he had on the dirty side of his mind. Lips brushed my neck and crept up my face and onto mine.

The taste of peppermint assaulted me again, feeling his tongue wrap around mine hitting like a hot iron on my g-spot. My legs wound around his to keep him held in place, my hands went into his hair and breathed in his kiss as if he provided the oxygen I needed to breathe. I heard him moan in response and knew I had him right where I wanted him. He never saw it coming as I used a small amount of momentum to roll us over, my legs staying wrapped around his, but I sat up on his lap so I could look down at him.

Surprise lit his face, and a devious smile was glowing on mine. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my shoulder, slowly letting it trace down my chest until he was in the middle of my bra. I could feel a hard spot under my ass and ground myself into him, hard. Tate threw his head back and let out a guttural sound and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I moved my hips slightly lower so I could join in on the pleasure better and continued to grind onto his hard spot. My clit was positioned right at the tip of his penis where I knew I could get the best orgasm, that was if he could last that long.

Tate’s moans kept getting louder as I had my way with him, but I couldn’t let anyone hear us; we were in his parent’s house, and I was still a “welcomed” guest as far as I knew. I clamped my hand down on his mouth to quiet him and started to circle my hips to give us both a different feeling. I felt hands on my breasts and found a pleading look in Tate’s eyes. I bit my lip knowing he wanted more but there was no way I was letting that happen right now.

Instead, I removed my hand giving him another chance to be a good boy and sat him up, so he was at the level of my chest. Grabbing Tate’s hand on my chest, I curled his fingers inside the top of my bra and pulled his forearm down to release one of my breasts. Tate instantly latched onto it, and I let out a loud moan. I clamped my mouth shut as tight as possible and leaned my forehead down to touch his head as I tried to get control. This teasing was getting to be too much for both of us, I knew it had to end as soon as possible.

I pushed Tate back down to the ground and dug in my hips, trying to get us off before anyone had the chance to catch us in this compromising position. The buildup started and I knew this orgasm wasn’t going to take long to achieve. My body took over and I lost the little control I had left as I felt myself riding the wave of orgasm, reaching the peak, and then falling over the edge.

Strength left me as I fell forward onto Tate, not knowing whether he was able to finish or not, but definitely not having the ability to acknowledge anything except my skin singing a beautiful harmony all over my body.

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That's the last chapter for now! I hope you've enjoyed what you've read, I'm trying to come up with ideas in the meantime and still writing more!