Page 112 of Lured By Shadows

“Careful,” he murmured as he helped me step out.

Culver walked me to my door, and I turned toward him.

The reckless side of me was dying to ask him inside, maybe suggest we crash on the couch with some dumb movie just to keep the night going. But the saner part held back because I knew if he came in, I’d end up craving way more than that.

After internally battling myself for a moment, he brushed his hand through my hair, and I leaned into it, grabbing onto his shirt.

“Culv,” I sighed as he continued stroking through my hair. “I… just wanted to say that I enjoyed tonight, even if it was cut short.”

“Although it was, we have many other days to make memories.” He stared down at me, and a reckless part of me hoped he was telling the truth.

“Mnn,” I gulped.

Maybe giving him something small to hold onto felt better than walking away empty-handed.

And before I could overthink it, my body moved on its own, lifting just enough to press a quick kiss against Culver’s cheek. The warmth of my lips met his cool skin.

“Okay,” I murmured, pulling back with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, my hands flying behind my back as I rocked side to side. “G’night, Culv. Thanks for everything.”

Culver’s eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as if he’d fallen into some contemplative state.

I mean, a kiss on the cheek wasn’t revolutionary, but it was endearing. It wasn’t something I was used to anymore, not since middle school, but for some reason, it felt enticing. Holding Culver’s hand and kissing his cheek somehow felt more monumental than any other physical touch.

He finally composed himself and smirked down at me.

“Good night, my lovely lamb. Please rest up for the night, and I will see you very soon.”

My cheeks heated even more once it fully settled in that I had kissed Culver’s cheek.

I wanted to scream in excitement.

So I quickly shut the door and rushed upstairs to my room. I stumbled on one or two steps in my half-drunk state, but the second I face-planted onto my bed, I squealed into the blankets.

I just kissed Culver Scarbrough’s cheek.

And I loved it.

Lying there with my body still buzzing, I couldn’t shake how his touch had lit me up inside. Although my body was tired and my mind blurry from the alcohol, I was horny. Yeah, that was right. Drinking made me crave sex, but it was also the fact that Culver touched me in all the right ways. His strong fingers pressing into my skin like he owned every inch of me, making my pussy ache with deep, insistent need. It had me squirming beneath the sheets even now. His cool breath against my neck stirred wild flutters low in my belly that spread straight to my core. Grabbing my ass, pulling me apart so roughly yet so perfectly, left me wet and throbbing.

The massive bulge of his had me rethinking all my little games. The way it tented his pants so obviously whenever we got close, and fuck… in my head I was already straddling him, sinking down slowly onto his huge cock until it stretched me wide and filled me up completely, my hips grinding against him as I chased the building heat. I wondered if holding back tonight had just been pointless when all I wanted was to drag him upstairs and let him fuck the teasing right out of me, leaving us both wrecked and coming back for more.

What if Culver was a stalker? A thrilling thought that shouldn’t have made me feel all pleasure-drunk and jittery inside. My cheeks pressed into the soft pillow before I turned my face inward, giggling at the thought of masturbating with Culver watching me. It was impossible, considering my bedroom was on the second floor, but just imagining his piercing eyes watching me from where the curtains parted, leaving only a thin gap for the night outside to slip through, was enough to make my body thrum.

I sat up in bed with bubbling excitement, my panties already damp from my earlier arousal. As I spread the curtains wide open and pushed open the balcony door, I looked out toward the darkness.

Not a soul in sight.

But the fantasy of Culver watching was enough to let my imagination run rampant.

As I walked away, swaying my hips like I was putting on a show, I spun around and let myself slide back onto the mattress. My legs spread open toward the open doorway. Ma wasn’t home, and I was sure she wouldn’t be back until later. She tended to stay out late, and the neighbors were too far away to hear anything, so I relaxed and slid my fingers between my legs. My fingertip slipped over the damp fabric, my clit swollen with need.

“Mnnah,” I moaned, not caring enough to hold back, my voice taking over as my finger moved featherlight against my clothed clit. This was the first time I’d masturbated alone since arriving in England, so it felt even more exhilarating than normal.

My eyes flickered toward the open balcony door, cool air brushing against my exposed skin. There was no one there, but I could swear I felt his eyes on me.

“God, please,” I moaned, my body arching as my fingers rubbed circles against my clothed clit.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the tip of his cock sliding teasingly along my folds, dipping slowly into my entrance. Another moan slipped from me before I sat up and grabbed the nearest pillow, stuffing it beneath me and angling myself toward the open doorway as I yanked off the oversized shirt I was wearing.