Page 76 of Apparently, I’m Torture

“I was… I was so. It was like… I was fixated on you. I wanted you like I’d never wanted anyone else, and I couldn’t squash it, no matter what I tried. It just wouldn’t go away.”

Her eyes widened and her laugh was full of disbelief. “Oh, come on, Shawn. We were friends. There’s no way you thought of me like that.”

“I didn’t always,” I admitted. “But one day it just hit me. I couldn’t stop looking at you. Then I couldn’t stop thinking of you. When I was alone, you were all I…” I smiled and shifted her in my arms, and she fit against me as her clothes dropped to the ground, naked and straddling me on the floor of our old coffee shop.

I pulled her to me, my cock hardening again as her soft skin brushed against it. Her breath was sharp as she held my shoulders and slid her still-wet core against my length. I groaned, hauled her close and kissed her neck, trapping her earlobe between my teeth as she shivered.

“Do you know how many times I thought of doing this? I wanted to strip you, lick every inch of you, make you scream over and over again. I wanted to fuck you until you begged me to stop. I still do. I never stopped wanting this.”

She groaned as I gripped her ass, pushing her up and down against my body. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She was so wet. My cock was tender, but still, I ached, throbbed, for more. She lifted, angled her hips and sank down on me, crying out as I sucked a nipple into my mouth. Fuck, she felt so good. Warm and tight, still pulsing and shivering around me. I leaned my head back against the wall and groaned as she braced herself on my chest, rocking up and down.

“Shawn?” she asked, her hips slowing.

We didn’t have another condom. This wasn’t smart. But I couldn’t think with her wrapped around me like this. I shook my head, eyes half-closed as I gripped her tighter and made her move faster. “Don’t stop.”

She almost lifted herself off of me, and I pushed her down until she was filled to the hilt. She gasped, her breasts jiggling with the impact. But then she was angling her hips again, eyes glazed over as she pushed against my chest, using me as leverage for her own pleasure as she rode me.

It felt so good, my eyes rolled back.

“I wanted this too,” she breathed. “I thought about it all the time. But I was just your,” her breath caught in her throat, then she moaned again, “ah, just your friend. I didn’t think you wanted me that way.”

I slid my hands along her ass, spreading her, fingers finding where I slid in and out. She groaned, her pink nipples tightening as her breasts bounced in my face. I grunted, pressure building in the base of my spine.

“I always wanted you. I still want you. Like this, naked, on top of me, every fucking day.”

She threw her head back, rocking faster and harder. Was she coming again? I slid my fingers against her, found her clit and toyed with it. There was no more talk after that. The only sounds that filled the room were wet, hot, slippery sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her as she came, trembling around me. She collapsed against my chest, and I pulled out, still aching.

Her breath was heavy as I reached around her, gripping myself and working my cock against her. She laid there, breathless, boneless, sleepy and satisfied on top of me, and I silently touched myself until I came, my climax lacing itself against her plump ass.

She lifted her chin and kissed me, with a small, lazy satisfied smile on her lips. “How about twice a day? I’m open to negotiations.”

And I laughed, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her close.

Shawn

Warm, lazy and relaxed, I felt her stiffen as she pulled away, found the towel I used earlier, and cleaned herself off. When she started to dress, it felt like something was over. Like fingers were clicked, and the spell was broken, leaving us on a cold floor in the stifling Manhattan heat.

I pulled my clothes on slowly, watching her zip the skirt I’d ripped. I winced at the tear along the seam. It was worth it, but Lilly couldn’t leave the shop like that.

“Lil, wait.”

She paused and looked around the room, then at me, searching. “What is it?”

“You’ve got a… uh, this–” I put a finger to the hole I’d made “–here.”

Her eyes rolled and she groaned, but this time, it wasn’t with pleasure. “This is the only skirt that fits me right now.”

“Take it off.”

Her eyes snapped to me. “Shawn, you can’t be serious. We still need to talk.”

I watched her pupils dilate as I gripped her waist and pulled her close. “Don’t get me wrong, I definitely want you again. But right now, I need you to take that off so I can sew it for you.”

She paused, her mind changing direction and processing. “Oh.”

I let out a laugh and pinched her thigh, laughing harder as she squealed and slapped my chest. “Tristan keeps a kit here, under the counter. Come on.”