His eyes are already on me. The intensity palpable, with such strength they’re holding me in place. Dash lowers his face, moving in closer and closer. But this time I don’t move away. I let him kiss me.
His lips are soft, gentle, as if he’s testing what I’m going to do. I do exactly what I want to do. I kiss him back. There’s a timidness to our kiss at first. We’re both kissing with delicate finesse. Dash’s lips are warm, wet, and inviting. He runs the tip of his tongue across my bottom lip, causing me to moan.
I part my lips, giving him complete and total access. I want to taste him. I want to feel his tongue wrap around mine. I want him to show me exactly what I’ve been missing in my life.
He groans lightly as he slips his tongue inside my mouth. Every nerve in my body comes alive as his hand sweeps up the back of my neck and through my hair. He digs his fingers in deep, tipping my head back with a quick tug, and kissing me harder. Fuck, he tastes so damn good.
My hand moves across his chest as I twist against him. My body is hot, my pussy dripping with need. His chest is hard as steel. My fingers trace each and every ab, following the steppingstones down to the edge of his pants.
Dash grabs me around the waist and hoists me onto his lap. His hands slide down my back, grabbing my ass. He grunts as he pulls my hips closer, forcing my pussy to press against his hard cock.
We're both slowly losing control, coming undone. I can feel his heartbeat pick up and his breathing get heavier. My kisses become delirious, and my pulse starts to kick harder.
Have you ever wanted something so badly and it's right there, right at your fingertips, but you know you shouldn't?
I know in the back of my mind that this is wrong. This is Betty's brother. I'm playing with fire right now. And honestly, I don't care. Because I want him. I want to feel him all over me. I want him to lick me all over. I want him to bury himself deep in my pussy and make me scream his name.
Dash releases my ass and runs flat palms up my back, grasping me by the shoulders and pulling me down. He kisses me with vigor, spearing his tongue inside my mouth and twirling it around.
His phone rings in his pocket, causing him to break our kiss. He digs it out and holds it up. “Shit, it's my sister.” He gives me an apologetic stare, hitting the answer button. “Hey, Bet, what's going on?” he asks.
I roll off his lap and sit beside him. I can hear Betty in his ear, she's asking him how things are going, and if I'm adjusting all right. She wants to know if he did what she asked and took me around.
The longer they talk, the worse I feel. We shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong, I think to myself. He's running his hand up and down my thigh, but it just feels so wrong now. The euphoria I was in turns into a dull pulse that's slowly fading away.
I can't do this. It's not right.
I slink away from him. Dash glances over at me with a curious look on his face. I give him a soft smile and head to my room, closing the door behind me. A small part of me feels angry that Betty's call ruined this, but my rational side is telling me I'm made the right decision.
We can't do this. It's not okay. I'm not going to destroy my friendship with Betty by messing around with her brother. What the hell am I doing?
I might have moved away from home. I might be in a big city and want to try new things, but that doesn't mean I should ignore my own morals. Breaking Betty's trust is not okay.
I let my dress slip to the floor and throw on a long t-shirt. Climbing into bed, my emotions are all over the place. I'm still fucking hot and bothered. There's an ache between my legs that only Dash can cure.
“Anna?” Dash asks as he knocks on my door. “Where did you go?”
“I'm really tired, Dash. I'm going to bed. Good night.”
He's quiet, but I know he's still right outside my door. His shadow sways against the floor as it comes in from under the door. I know he doesn't understand what's happening right now. But it doesn't matter what he thinks or wants. It doesn't matter what I think or want.
What matters is that we do the right thing. This is the right thing. Shutting it down before it goes too far, and we do something we'll both regret.