Page 23 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
For help.
Not for sex.
Fuck.
I rifle through my closet picking out a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a sweatshirt that shrunk in the wash.
These will still be too big for her, but she needs to get out of those wet clothes.
I rush back, wanting to get this over with, so that I can retreat to the safety of my bedroom and jerk off in peace.
I knock on the door. “These might fit you—”
Fuck.
She opens the door and she's naked. There's a sheen to her skin, the damp, the rain, her nipples are like pink bullets.
My cock springs to life. I try to look away, holding my arm out to hand her the clothes. “Don't ...” Strangled words die in my throat. She takes the clothes, then takes my hand and puts it to her breast. I groan.
“What are you doing?” I hiss. She’s tormenting me and I can’t hold it in any longer.
“You're the only one who makes me feel good. You make me happy. You're the only one who makes me want to live.”
I snap my head towards her. “You haven't ...” The thought of her wanting to end her life is too much to bear.
“No. But sometimes, the thought crosses my mind. I would never do anything silly, though. I have my family to think of.”
I don't even know I'm doing it until she moans, until the nipple I'm rubbing my finger over peaks to a hardened tip.
“I just want one night where I can forget who we are. One night where we can lose ourselves in each other.”
“We shouldn't.”
She reaches down and grabs my cock through the fabric of my sweatpants. It's enough to light the dynamite stick.
I pull her to me. My hands rake all over her body as I kiss her. She groans and moans and that's when I hitch my hands under her thighs and pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and with my tongue still down her throat, we finally get the connection we’ve been starved for. She tastes sweet and soft. I don’t want to come up for air. And her moans, her soft little hands skate around my neck and face, as if she can’t get her fill of me, as if the access to this new way of touching and being is too much. We kiss as if this is the only time we will have. It is.
I throw her onto the bed as if she’s an electric shock that could be the death of me. But she stares up at me with mischief in her eyes.
Lust teases me as I stare down at her pert, smooth, toned body. She's naked, and beautiful, and I am so aroused. I reach and pull down my pants.
She spreads her legs, hitches herself further up the bed so that her head is now on the pillow and she's in the center of the bed, Ready for me to fuck her.
What am I doing?
I can't.
We can't.
“No one needs to know.” She lifts her foot and presses it to my shoulder. And in the lifting of it, I see her glistening pussy. It’s enough to get me on my knees and plant my face between her legs.
She’s dripping wet, the smell of her arousal speaks to the most primal of my senses and my cock hardens even more. I devour her, feasting on her as if she’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had.
Her legs give, falling apart at the knees, and her back arches. She moans again and I thrust my tongue inside her.
Chapter 11
MEGAN
