Hey guys I know this took longer but I mean Christmas with two divorced parents is kind of crazy. I also started a new and unique kind of story as well so look out for that and tell me what you guys think (in a nice way). Okay enough babbling haha. Reviews are lovely :)

That Sinful Stare, Your Poison Kiss, Like Satan's Holy Lips

"If you wanted a little alone time all you had to do was ask." Tate smirked.

"What fun is that?" I replied pushing myself against him. Tate groaned in response and pulled me closer. I took that as the green light and started kissing and nipping at his neck, much to Tate's pleasure.

I could feel Tate growing against my thigh. Tate grabbed my face and dove in for a kiss, immediately asking for permission. I granted it and moaned as his tongue expertly massaged mine. Tate backed me up until the back of my knees hit the bed without even breaking the kiss. He laid me back against the bed and crawled on top of me.

He broke the kiss to trail urgent and wet open mouthed kisses down my jaw line to my collarbone, his hands ghosting down my body. I moaned, loving the fire his touch ignites just below the surface of my skin. Just as quickly as this began, Tate pulled back with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"You're a virgin, right?" he smirked at the blush that crept up my cheeks. "You are, aren't you?" he chuckled as I looked away embarrassed. "Hey, look at me when I talk to you!" I quickly made eye contact. "That's better, my little kitten." He replied, lovingly caressing my cheek. "So what was your plan bringing me in here? Hm? Were you thinking you could bring me in here and get me all excited," he ground his hardness against me. "And then just expect me to get up and walk away unsatisfied? No, you're not a tease, are you? No, I bet you didn't even have a plan did you? No, you were just succumbing to your subconscious need for me." He stated, his voice growing huskier every sentence. I opened my mouth to object, but he placed a finger lightly over my lips.

"Oh, don't deny it, Sky. I can practically smell your need, hot and urgent. You're soaking yourself as I speak. Are you thinking about all the things I can and will eventually do to you?" his finger left my lips and began trailing down to my skirt and snaking its way up under it. His finger met my aching center and I moaned.

"Just as I thought, can you get any wetter?" I blushed and said nothing, too embarrassed to speak. "No comment then? Hm, I guess I'll have to find out for myself." He grinned wickedly before sliding my underwear aside and pushing one of his fingers into me. I moaned, breaking my silence as he moved his finger in and out excruciatingly slow. "Wow, if you're moaning from just my little fingers, I bet you'll be screaming when you feel my big dick in you. We'll start off slow like this at first, so you can get used to it. Then you'll beg me to go faster, just like you want to right now. Go on, you can tell me what you want, Sky." He said going even slower.

"Tate…"

"Yes?" he smirked.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he replied, making me blush. "I won't know what to do if you don't tell me."

"G-go faster." I replied uncertainly, but craving the much needed friction.

"Why?" he asked oh so innocently. I sighed figuring I should just surrender and tell him what he wants to hear.

"Because I want you to make me scream, Tate. I want you to make me cum so hard I'll wonder how the fuck I'm going to handle your big dick."

Tate let out an animalistic growl before attacking my lips with his, while not only speeding up his finger but adding another. My moans were getting louder and I was thankful that Tate used his mouth to muffle them.

I lost it when Tate started thumbing my clit, throwing me over the edge with what would've been a scream had I not had his tongue down my throat. He waited until I came down from the high he gave me and withdrew his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, licking them clean. I shuddered as I felt that familiar pull in my lower stomach.

"Sky, are you in there?" Oh shit, Dad!

"Uhh…yeah, why?" I asked looking at Tate with a look of pure panic.

"Dinner's ready." Dad replied wearily.

"Oh. I'll be down in a minute." I frowned as I heard my dad retreating down the hall.

"I'm sorry." I stated to a very unsatisfied Tate.

"It's okay. We'll pick up where we left off soon." He replied with a smirk.

I nodded and kissed him one more time before going downstairs.

The next morning I woke up just as tired as I was last night. I kept waking up after these strange dreams. Every dream was the same, me, Tate, and Liam were all hanging out in my room when out of nowhere this guy in a rubber fetish suit began stalking around us like we were the prey and he was the lion. It was incredibly creepy. Why can't I just have sex dreams like normal teenagers?

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower. Once done I got dressed in my favorite dark skinny jeans, a white tank top, a purple, black, and white plaid shirt, and my black boots. I didn't feel like drying my long brown hair, so I just towel dried it and let it be wavy.

Shutting my bedroom door behind me, I began walking down to the kitchen where I could smell chocolate chip waffles and maple bacon. Mmm. Like yesterday, when I got to the top of the stairs I felt like I was being watched. I decided I was just being paranoid after my dream and kept walking downstairs and turned the corner into the kitchen.

"How nice of you to finally join us." My mom said pointedly looking at the clock. 12:00pm.

"Good morning to you too." I replied rolling my eyes.

"More like afternoon, bed bug." My dad laughed, calling me my old nickname.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Pops." I replied sarcastically.

"Why can't you be like your sister? She was such a morning person." Mom sighed.

"Because she's dead, and you think I don't remember that? She died six months ago." I replied angrily slamming food down on my plate. No one said anything. "Now, if you'll excuse me I think I'm going to eat in my room. Jasey, do you want to come?" She nodded and I grabbed our plates and carried them upstairs with Jasey in tow behind me.

I thought we had made it through breakfast without talking about what happened downstairs, when Jasey decided to bring it up.

"Sky, are you made at mommy?" she asked worriedly.

"No, Jase, I just don't like it when she compares me to Cassie."

"I miss her." She replied tearing up.

"Me too, Jasey." I said as I wiped her stray tears away.

"Hey, Sky?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we go to the park?" she asked with hope filled eyes. I sighed. I can't just say no to her.

"Yeah go get your coat and shoes on and I'll meet you downstairs." I smiled.

"Yay!" she yelled running out of my room.

I chuckled and shook my head. Kids. I grabbed my keys and my phone before shutting my door. I was about to go down stairs when I heard an all too familiar voice coming from Dad's office. I stopped and peeked in through the crack. Sure enough, there was Tate sitting in the chair facing the door. We made eye contact.

"So, Dr. Chambers you wanted to know about my latest dream?" he asked glancing at me when he said dream.

"Is it different than the others, Tate?"

"Yes. Instead of going into the Noble War, I find myself going somewhere much less noble." He stated, his eyes never leaving mine.

"And where is that, Tate?"

"A shower."

"A shower, Tate?"

"That's right. Only, it's not my shower. I met a girl yesterday."

"Is it her shower, Tate?" my Dad asked intrigued.

"Yes." He smirked at me. I blushed. I do that a lot around him.

"Then what happened, Tate?"

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to, Walter. You're smarter than that." He replied, turning his attention to my dad again.

I felt heat begin to pool between my legs. He had a sex dream about me? Oh, God. And he pretty much told me himself indirectly through my father? The kid has balls. I was about to listen in more when I felt a hand pulling me away from the door.