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I groaned and circled my fingers tight around the steering wheel. “Stay in the car, Zeph. Even better, turn the car on and drive away.”
I got out of the car, crossed the immaculately kept lawn and the pools of streetlight, to stand in the shadows.
She hadn’t quite closed the curtains all the way. This close to the house, there was a gap big enough to catch glimpses of her naked tits and a lacy red G-string, nestled between the plump cheeks of her ass.
My mouth went dry, my dick hard.
Lyric was lost in a world of her own, eyes closed, moving to the sultry music I could now hear even though the windows were closed. The T-shirt and shorts had been discarded to the floor; a bra that matched the panties flung to the couch while she practiced her routine.
My dick wept with precum. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so hard. Her breasts were full and round and high, nipples dark pink and erect, just begging for my mouth.
Fuck. I wanted that so bad. My tongue on every inch of her. Her mouth. Her neck. Her tits. Her bare mound, leisurely being exposed as she torturously slowly removed her underwear to dance naked.
I refused to touch myself, though the urge to reach inside my pants and stroke my cock roared loud in my ears.
But I watched. Hating myself with every breath but unable to walk away.
It was like being strangled, moment by moment, each one more torturous than the last.
It had been a very long time since I’d seen a naked woman. Never one who moved the way Lyric did, with a complete and utter self-confidence that was so inherently sexy I wanted to come even without the added friction of my hand.
Her hands had roamed over her tits more than once, but I froze when she stopped and pinched her nipples. I was sure my soul up and left my body when those fingers inched lower and pinched her clit.
Her moan of pleasure was loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the windows.
Like my feet had a mind of their own, I inched forward, unable to stop myself until I was as close to the masturbating woman as I could get. Was I still protected by the shadows? I had no idea. Not when all I could do was watch her fingers slip between her folds and lower to plunge inside herself.
A noised slipped from my mouth. A groan of primal need and desire, one I couldn’t have held back even if I’d been aware of it building.
Her head snapped in my direction.
Our gazes collided.
Neither of us moved. Me, caught out, watching her through a window. Her, fingers lost between her thighs.
Her mouth opened as if to scream.
I braced myself for it. Tried to come up with some sort of excuse as to what the hell I was doing, but we both knew there was none. Nothing other than I was a man who wanted her in ways I wouldn’t ever be allowed.
Her mouth closed, recognition lighting in her expression. For the longest moment, neither of us moved. Neither of us said a word. What was there to say? We’d both been caught.
Lyric recovered before I did. But instead of grabbing for her T-shirt or trying to hide herself, her hands dropped, defiance mixed with lust in her eyes.
I finally had the decency to look away. Shame and guilt and hate for myself swirled through my system, and once again I was reminded why I’d joined the priesthood. Because this was what I fucking did when I let my desires get the better of me. I was a walking red flag and I knew it. Not safe to be around women, and apparently even joining the priesthood wasn’t enough.
I’d have to confess. To beg for forgiveness. I was beyond needing a therapist. I probably needed to be committed. Again.
Somehow, what I was doing right now was so much worse than when I’d put my fingers around a man’s neck and choked the life out of him. That had meaning. A purpose. He’d been a bad person, and the world was safer without him.
This was for my own sick pleasure.
The two weren’t the same.
Lyric shifting to the couch caught my eye. She sat on the edge, watching me, and then swiveled to lie down, head on the armrest, red hair splayed out around her. Her feet toward me, knees pressed together and slightly bent.
Her perky tits pointed at the ceiling, bare and perfect. With agonizing slowness, she took one in her hand, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger again. At the same time, her knees fell out to the sides.
I sucked in a breath, my gaze locked on her pussy, wet and gorgeous and completely on display.
