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I froze when everything else I wanted to do roared in.
To have her on her knees, staring up at me, taking my cock deep in her throat.
To tie her up with the rope in my pocket.
To bend her over and take her tight little hole.
To have her anywhere, anytime, because she was mine.
I yanked myself away from her, spinning around and forcing myself to the other side of the room. I held myself rigid against the wall, while the two of us stared at each other, our breaths ragged.
“What just happened?” she asked curiously.
I just shook my head.
She took a step toward me, but I held up a hand, my voice hoarse when I said, “Please don’t.”
She stopped. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t come any closer.” I swallowed thickly. “Please, Lyric. Don’t.”
She studied me for a moment, with her cheeks flushed pink, even beneath her makeup. “Why?”
I just shook my head again. I couldn’t tell her. She’d look at me the same way my therapist in the church compound had. The same way my parents did when they’d found out what I’d done.
The same way Annie had looked at me. In absolute horror and disgust and fear.
“What’s going on in your head right now, Zeph?” Her voice was quieter now. “I can practically see your brain whirring. You want me. I know you do. I want you too.”
She closed the gap between us, and I was powerless to stop her from pressing up on me. Her tits felt so good against my chest. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, lift her from the floor, and feel her legs come around my waist. I wanted to sink my cock inside her warmth and feel her pulse around it. I pressed my head back against the wall, keeping my hands flat on the drywall behind me to keep from touching her.
“I joined the priesthood so I wouldn’t do this, Lyric. So I wouldn’t want anyone the way I want you.”
Her fingers came up to stroke the side of my face. “Look at me.”
I couldn’t.
I knew I’d kiss her if I did.
“Zeph…”
I gazed down at her and gave up the fight, slamming my lips down onto hers.
She kissed me back but slowed me down, kissing softly where I was hard, gently where I was rough. Slowly, I caught on, following her lead.
My lips were swollen by the time she pulled away and walked me to a couch that sat facing a stripper pole built into the middle of the room. I sat numbly, and when she put a glass of a dark-brown liquid into my hand, I knocked it back in one shot.
“Every time I look at you, I want things I shouldn’t want.”
She cocked her head to one side. “Like what?”
I breathed out, knowing the only way to make her understand was to just tell her the truth. It had terrified Annie into never speaking to me again, and it would have the same effect on Lyric. It was the only way. I needed her to want to stay away from me because I couldn’t keep myself away from her.
“The things I want are sick, Lyric.”
“Doubtful.”
I stared at her, frustration rising because I didn’t want to spell it out. I didn’t want her to hate me. To look at me the same way Annie had. Lyrics fingers traced over my thigh, inching ever closer to the bulge behind my fly.
