HENDRIX
I sweepmy arm across the counter and lift her onto the horizontal surface. Something crashes against the floor. Probably my morals. Her arms twine around my neck and pull me closer. The scent of her arousal fills my lungs and heats my blood.
I want her. I need her.
Lust floods all of my senses, beating caution back with a giant stick. All that’s left in my head is her—her smell, her taste, her feel. I slide my hand down her side, skipping over the ridges of her ribs, dipping in at the waist, flaring out at her hip. I scoop her fine ass up and bring her against my hard cock. She moans and starts to ride me, pushing her wet sex along the stiff, bulging erection until my pants are soaked through.
I shove my hand between us and push the covering of her panties to the side. Her pussy is slick and hot. Her legs widen as if to give me more access. I slip one finger inside her tight channel and feel her convulse around me.
I ease another finger inside of her. “You feel that, Lila? You want my big cock inside of you? You want to ride me? You want more?”
“Yes. Yes, I want that,” she gasps against my mouth.
“Then prove it.” My words are harsh and short, laced with an unfathomable hunger. “Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want me. Show me how you want to be fucked by me.”
She grabs my hair and jerks my head upright. Staring straight into my eyes, her lips curl. “Don’t miss the show then.”
Her hips start moving, grinding along my fingers, coating my head with her essence. My eyes roll to the back of my head as her sex sears a brand of ownership. She is a goddess, a vision brought to life. I’m drowning in her. Someone could throw me a life preserver, but I don’t want it. This is where I want to die, deep inside of her with her eyes burning a path straight to my soul.
Her eyes widen as her orgasm roars through her. The sensation takes her by surprise and shakes her to her core. She gasps and clings to me, the bravado in her eyes giving way to shock, and then her eyelids flutter shut as if to shut out all the sensations but one. I let her ride it out, holding on to her body until the tremors fade and leave her weak. Her eyes flicker open, and she winces as I pull my fingers out of her.
“Sensitive?” I ask.
“Yes,” is her husky reply.
She was a virgin, tender and untried. To push her again tonight would be cruel. I clamp down on the back of my tongue and give her a pained smile. “Wait here.”
Over at the sink, I wet a dish towel with warm water. When I return, her legs are folded, and her chin is resting on her knees. She looks small and vulnerable and ruinously young. In the heat of the moment, with her mouth plastered to mine, I couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think; but now, after the tide has retreated, our twelve-year age gap looms large.
I tap her knee. “Open up.”
She does so reluctantly. Her cheeks are as red as her pussy lips. I press the warm cloth to her soft sex and press her head against my chest. “Don’t worry, Lila. I’m not going to attack you again.”
Instead of being comforted, she pushes out of my grip. “What’s that supposed to mean? You didn’t attack me this time.”
I look down at the cloth in my hand, speckled with her virgin blood. Guilt assails me. I should’ve walked away, not stuck my fingers up her cunt and fingered her until she came.
“I wanted this,” she says.
“You’re a—” I start.
“Do not say those words if you ever expect to speak to me again,” she interrupts. She attempts to tug her sleep shirt down, but the thing is not covering more than the top of her thighs no matter how hard she pulls.
My rediscovered self-control wavers. I can see the mound of her sex just below the hem of that cursed nightgown. I avert my eyes and walk over to the sink to throw the towel away in the trash underneath.
“We’re both hot right now. Let’s talk in the morning before we say anything we regret.”
“I’m not the one that regrets anything. Actually, let me take that back. I regret thinking that you were going to act like an adult instead of a dictator. Just remember, Mason, you aren’t my father, my brother, nothing. And you never will be.”
She stomps out, flashing the bottom cheeks of her ass as she goes.
I scrub my face, and the smell of her arousal, her cum, fills my nose. “Fuck,” I mutter.
For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do. She’s an adult. She can sign contracts, vote, buy a car, make her own decisions. But she’s also young, far younger than me. I know better. She deserves someone her own age with her own interests. We have nothing in common. She’s off to college, and I never went. She’ll be sitting in a classroom and I’ll be in the boardroom. I’m making deals, and she will be playing intramural sports with guys her own age.
It makes me furious to imagine it.
College means parties and random hookups. Guys crawling in and out of her dorm room. I curl my hands into fists. The images that flash through my mind are driving me crazy.
One thing’s for sure. I won’t be able to let her out of my sight. An Ivy League school far away is out of the question. She’ll have to attend the local university. No dorm for her either. She’ll live here.
For how long? a small voice asks. For how long will you keep her a prisoner here?
Forever. That’s the only answer I have that doesn’t make me lose it completely.