Page 60 of Apparently, I’m Torture

I groaned. The sight of her body, half naked like this, was pure torture. It wouldn’t take much to strip her. I could pull off her bra, and free those perfect round tits. Fuck, what did her nipples look like?

I was so fucking hard. My cock was thick and throbbing in my jeans. It would’ve been so easy to touch her, so easy to slide off her jeans and push her over the arm of the couch. But I didn’t. Instead, I reached to help her. My hands were shaking as I gripped her sweater and pulled, but she was free.

I swallowed as she snatched her clothes out of my grasp, and hastily turned my back on her as she worked to free the black tee from the sweater.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” she swore, and I let out a sound of disbelief. She wasn’t the only uncomfortable one here.

“Are… you decent, Lilly?” I asked, looking down past my pink-smeared chest to my trapped cock. I traced a finger along the denim, and felt it twitch. Fuck. The things she did to me. I could barely think straight.

“Yes,” she squeaked. “I can’t believe that happened.”

I turned to face her. Her voice was shaky, her eyes were glassy, and her flushed cheeks had pink frosting spread across them. I stepped close and wiped the icing from her cheek.

“You’ve got a little something here.”

She didn’t move. Instead, she stared as I put my finger to my mouth, and sucked.

“How’s it taste?” she asked, her voice breathy.

I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t think. Not anymore. Not after seeing her like that.

I stepped close and ran the pad of my thumb across her cheek, wiped the icing away, and brushed the sweetness of it against her mouth.

My whole body tightened as her soft lips wrapped around my finger.

Fuck.

What the fuck was I doing?

I swallowed and tried to clear the husk from my voice as I said, “You tell me.”

I was trying to play this off as something else, something different from what it was, but as her tongue swirled around my thumb, my pulse thudded; it rang in my ears. I was fucked. Completely fucked. I wanted her spread out, naked, whimpering and begging. It took every inch of willpower to keep my touch from her.

She looked up, her glance probing mine. There was an intensity there, almost swallowing her green eyes. Did she… want me?

My cock was aching, fuck, it was painful. And she was flushed from head to toe; I could see it. I pulled my thumb back from her swirling tongue, pausing with just the tip dragging her bottom lip down, and fought the urge to lean closer and press her against the wall. The thought of caging her in, trapping her body with mine, was so fucking tempting.

And somewhere, in the back of my mind, a voice screamed at me to retreat, to protect myself. Lilly couldn’t know I wanted her. But… just one more step, and our bodies would touch. She was already so close; it wouldn’t take much.

She had no idea what she did to me, and it was killing me.

It killed me to avoid her, it killed me not to look at her, and I didn’t want to fight it anymore.

I wanted to run my fingers over her ass and grip her tight. I wanted to push her hips into me so she’d finally know how unhinged she made me feel, how out of control. I wanted more, I needed more. Every one of my nerves was thrumming, pushing against my skin, begging for something to happen.

Still, I suppressed a groan and struggled with the urge to pull her close.

It wasn’t until a soft moan escaped her that my last thread of control snapped. But before I could lower my lips to hers, the front door opened.

“Lilly? Are you ready to go?” The chiming of our shop door mixed with a whiny male voice.

Trevor.

Fucking Trevor.

Are you kidding me?

Lilly’s spine snapped straight. “Shit.”