Page 20 of His Stubborn Girl

Lukas:It can’t happen again, Torre. We need to forget it ever did.

Deep down, I know he’s right. But how? How am I ever supposed to forget? It’s seared into my soul.

Me:What if I can’t, Luke? What if every time we’re together, it’s all I can think about? Your mouth pressed against mine. Your big hands running over my body. Sliding down, touching between my legs. What if I can’t stop it? What if I can’t stop wanting you to fuck me?

My phone immediately starts ringing, and my heart starts racing faster.

Sophie pulls into a parking space in the dorm lot and shuts off the car. “Is that Luke?”

I nod.

“I’ll let you talk to him in private.” She climbs out, heading into our building, and I shakily swipe my screen.

“Hello?”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes. I’m in the car. Sophie went inside.”

“You can’t fucking talk like that, Torre.” His voice is ragged. Breathless. Seething through the line. “We need to forget this ever happened.”

“I can’t stop it, Luke.” My voice is just as breathless. Everything is burning hot. “It’s like a sickness. Every thought. Every dream. It’s suffocating. I need you to cure me. I can’t go on like this. Just make it go away.”

My sanity is slipping. I don’t know what to do anymore.

“Fuck, Torre. Why do you have to be so goddamn tempting? I’m not supposed to want you so fucking much.”

A thrill courses through me. A relief in knowing I’m not the only one suffering. That I’m not the only one pained with these forbidden thoughts.

“Please, Lukas.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for. All I know is that I need the ache to stop.

“Why can’t you ever just behave? Huh? Why can’t you ever just do as your told? You weren’t supposed to come tonight. You weren’t supposed to be here.” I squirm in my seat, desperate for some friction to ease the pain. “I should hang up the fucking phone. I should tell you to get your ass inside, but that’s not going to happen, is it? I’m going to sit here and listen to you fuck that little pussy.” The tingles ricochet in my stomach, soaking my panties even more. “You’re going to run your fingers between your legs, Torre. I want to hear you scream for me.”

I nearly scream for him on the spot as the pulsing ache tightens. I unfasten the button of my jeans and slip my fingers right down the front, finally getting the pressure on the spot where I need it most. “I’m doing as I’m told now,” I pant, rubbing over my clit. “I’m being a good girl, Luke.”

“Fuck.” His groan echoes the rush of heat that’s singeing me alive. “I think you’re a naughty girl, Torrin.” I can hear him shifting on the line, and then the sound of a zipper going down in the background. He’s touching himself too. He’s being just as naughty. “Tell me how wet you are, Torre. How slick is that little cunt?”

I slide my fingers lower, gliding right over my slick skin and down lower, and lower, until I’m at my entrance. Pressing them inside. Letting out another gasp as the pleasure tightens from within. “I’m soaked,” I moan. “I made a mess of my panties, Luke.”

“I bet you did,” he grunts, and I can hear him pick up the pace of his stroking. The fast wisping of skin on skin. “And I bet you’re nice and swollen too. Is that little clit poking out?”

Oh God. His mouth. His words alone have the power to bring me to the edge. I slide my fingers back through my folds, and up, circling around a very swollen clit. Working myself up until I can’t take the teasing anymore, then I squeeze two fingers around the swollen bud and give it a pinch.

“It’s never been this plump, Luke. Or this sensitive.”

I rub it faster. Little circles, around and around. Feeling the pull drawing closer, inching me up to the peak. The shucking sound gaining speed. His low grunts causing a mess between my legs. I’m going to walk inside with a wet stain on my pants.

“I bet you’re clicking it fast, aren’t you, Torre? I bet you like it a little rough.”

“Lukas!” I’m about to shatter. It’s so close. The pulsing throb beating faster. The pleasure drawing in tighter and tighter.

“That’s it, babe. Be a good girl and come for me.”

The dam breaks, and my orgasm comes flooding in. My body is wracked with the intensity of the shocks. Rocking me in my seat. And in the background is the sound of my name being grunted on a low moan.

It’s all so overwhelming. My system racing with pleasure. Heady, all-consuming heat coursing through every vein. Every thought. It pulses and pulses, coming to a steady rolling throb. A low simmer, and I slump back against the seat. Catching my breath. Steadying my thoughts. I can’t believe we just did that. And I can’t believe I don’t have a single ounce of regret.

“You still there, Torre?”

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