Page 70 of A Lick of Flame

My mouth twitches, but I hold back a smile. Only just.

Perhaps she is not as timid as I thought. I look away from where she was just standing. I can practically feel her eyes on me. My cock is fully erect. Need and desire burn through my veins.

She’s watching me.

She’s watching.

My skin prickles.

Perhaps she isn’t a delicate rosebud. Perhaps she is more of a flower waiting, no begging, to be plucked. Disappointment hits, since it won’t be me doing the plucking. It can’t be me, even if it would be a simple solution to our problems.

If I bedded Maya, there would be consequences. There always are. They’re consequences I don’t want or need. Not right now.

I’m not sure what possesses me when I grip my cock in my hand. Perhaps I’m trying to quell this need. Or… I don’t know. I grip my cock firmly in my hand and groan softly. I want to go to her right now. I want to… No!

Her eyes are burning into me; I can feel them. The thought of her watching heats my blood even more.

I start to tug on my cock in easy strokes. Kakara help me, but this is wrong in all ways. I’m sure I hear a gasp. It’s ever so soft, but there.

It’s her.

Maya.

She’s watching me take my pleasure.

I should turn around, finish in the water where she can’t see me. I should stop this madness, but I can’t. I want her to see me. To see what thoughts of her do to me, even if she doesn’t know it or understand it. Maya is a grown woman. She’s the one watching me. She’ll choose to stay…or she’ll choose to look away…maybe even to run away. It will be up to her.

I use a bead of pre-cum to wet my shaft; my hand slides up and down and up and down. I picture her face. Those lush breasts bouncing in time to my thrusts. I want her so badly…more than my next breath. If I can’t have her, then this will be the next best thing.

Her channel would be slick and tight…oh so damned tight.

I groan, my hand working faster. I see her face, hear her breathing, feel her tighten around me.

Then I am coming in hot, hard bursts into the water. I crunch a little over my middle and groan deep. I don’t hold back; there is no point since she is watching me. I don’t need to keep quiet. I want her to hear me. I stroke out my orgasm, thinking of her the whole time. Her face, her smile, her eyes, and her laughter.

I finally release my cock. I’m breathing hard. My shaft is still hard because I’m not nearly satisfied. Not even close. There is only one thing that would satisfy me. It’s the one thing I can’t have.

I glance her way, turning all the way around so that she can get a good look at me. I know she is still watching. I turn away.

Hell’s teeth!

I can’t help but to burn with shame. I am just as bad as the others, lusting after her like this.

What in Hades is wrong with me?

I wade into deeper water. I drop below the cold surface. I work hard at washing away the dirt, not just on my skin but in my head, too. I need to push aside any thoughts of her. Of Maya. Although, I’m sure she won’t want me after witnessing that.

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Maya

I can barely catch my breath. I’m burning up inside. On the outside, too. My skin feels too tight. I don’t feel like I fit inside my own body, and everything is tightly coiled and ready to break open. Like an overburdened dam after a heavy rain.

There is this throbbing between my legs. I realize with a start that I want to be touched there like Orion was touching himself. I want to be touched like that. I want to feel like that. I want this heat to be doused. I want…I want…him, and so badly I can barely take in air.

By the gods, no! Just no!

My breath is coming in ragged pants like I just ran a hundred furlongs. What in Kakara’s name possessed me? Why did I watch? Why?

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