back on his shoulders. It’s in the tension in his arms, muscles flexing. When he falls back on the bed, free hand groping for the sheet, and seizes, I lean forward, nose pressed against the glass, breath fogging the window. When he erupts, I clamp my legs tight together, feeling the ripples course through my own body as if we were connected by more than the distance between our bedroom windows.
I watch as his hand slows, and then falls away. His chest lifts up and down and he arches his back to stretch. I take in every detail when he grimaces, using the sheet at his side to wipe his release away. I’m still unable to move when he stands and walks across the room. His bare ass moons me without a care in the world when he enters his bathroom.
When he’s out of view, I pull my hand from between my legs and turn around, sitting with my back against the wall. I can already tell I’ll be chasing the thrill of that for a long time.
Kissing Reyn, seeing him like that, coming with him?
It’s the best high I’ve ever had.
14
Reyn
By the grace of god, I manage to sleep past dawn. Two thoughts enter my mind when I roll over, impaling myself on morning wood: The girl next door and having jerked off to her. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t do that again. There are generally three categories of girl in direct relation to my libido—the ones I can fuck, the ones I can’t fuck, and the complete void only reserved for family members. I’d tried to put Vandy in one of those last two, only as much I promised Emory I’d treat her as one of my own, that shit just wasn’t happening. My brain—and dick—saw Vandy Hall as a lot of things, but ‘sister’ wasn’t anywhere near to being one of them. That put her firmly in the ‘girls I can’t fuck’ category, and that’s always a tricky designation.
Of all the things I want, the ones I can’t have burn the brightest.
Getting off to Vandy broke a thousand rules, but here I am again, not just fantasizing about her but remembering her. That kiss was fucking electric. I can still feel her hitched breath when I deepened the kiss, and I’m no idiot. That wasn’t a gasp of surprise. It was pure sex.
I groan and adjust my boner. It was one thing to see Vandy from afar and think about her. It’s a whole other ballgame now that I know what she tastes like. How she feels under my hands. How, even though she’s innocent and inexperienced, it was hands down the hottest kiss of my life.
And what had I done about it?
Nothing. Gawked at her like a fucking moron. Too busy thinking that I’d just stolen her first kiss—mine now—to ease an awkward situation, unable to even offer some trite welcome into the world of face-sucking. Oh yeah, then I came home and beat off like a thirteen-year-old who just discovered his parental internet filter had a back door.
I knew I was playing with fire the minute she walked in that room at the party, looking all frail and vulnerable. I felt the panic rolling off of her. The urge to distract her, to protect her, was like second nature. Maybe I’m as bad as Emory.
Except Emory wouldn’t have taken advantage.
I scrub a hand over my face. That was the real crime. There I was telling her not to settle, not to just take whatever came along, and I basically led her right into settling on me.
The only thing that eases the gnawing guilt is that I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. Of course, I kissed her back. I’m not made of stone here.
Well, my dick might be. None of this is making me less hard, but before I can do anything about it, my phone buzzes on the bedside table. The caller is unknown, but the message comes through loud and clear: a devil graphic followed by a time; 11 a.m.
I guess it’s time to get up and see what the powers that be want us to do next.
I arrive at the bell tower with a coffee in one hand and a breakfast burrito in the other. Campus is quiet. Most people are still asleep, or maybe over in the dining hall for breakfast if they live on campus. I look both ways before I slide in the door, eyes and ears