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LINC

Lily’s eyes start to drift upward toward my face but I can’t look at her. She’s too beautiful, and it’s all so very wrong.

“Eyes on my cock, Lily,” I roar, as pre-cum starts to coat my hand. I don’t want her to look at me because I’ll snap, and the little voice buried somewhere deep that tells me I have to put an end to this will win.

Then she starts to moan, and as she gets louder I look down, her fingers are glazed with her cream, and she’s pumping in and out of herself faster, the other hand toying with her clit. I can’t stop imagining my face buried on that pink little cunt, with the little landing strip welcoming my decent. My car smells of sex, and my mouth waters. I’m a fucking pig. Before she came home from college yesterday, I’d never thought of Lily as anything other than the girl next door. Now she’s the woman fucking her own pussy two feet from my face, while I watch, stroking my cock.

She yells in ecstasy, “Oh God! Oh! Oh!”

“Come on, little girl, do it!” I tighten my grip on my cock. “Imagine me fucking that pussy,” I say it to get her off, but instead it spurs on my own orgasm, and jets of cum shoot out all over my hand as she yells loudly, coming together with me.

We’re both breathing heavily, staring at each other.

I can’t believe that fucking happened.

We don’t say anything for moments, my hand still on my cock, and her hands between her legs.

She finally pulls her hand away and looks at her wet fingers. “I didn’t know I could even get this wet.”

“Jesus,” I mumble, reaching across her and pulling out some napkins from the glove compartment. I throw some her way and use some to clean myself up.

I can’t help but inhale deeply. Her scent is all over the car. “This can’t ever happen again.”

“You’re right,” she says. And I’m relieved that she feels the same way. “Next time we have to touch.”

“Fuck. Me.” I glare at her.

“I’m trying, but you won’t let me.”

“Stop saying shit like that, Lily.” I turn forward as she adjusts herself. “Buckle up.”

“But Linc.”

My grip on the steering wheel tightens, and I know that tick in my jaw is back. “Mr. Edwards,” I growl and start up the car. “My name is Mr. Edwards.”

I drive us home and the silence is so thick and uncomfortable that I don’t know what to do or say. I’m utterly ashamed of what just happened and pissed that she doesn’t seem to think we did anything wrong.

Once I park my truck at my house, Lily unbuckles and gets out, stumbling in the process. She steadies herself and starts walking to her house briskly and silently. “You and Charlotte need to start acting like adults,” I say, stopping her advance with a hand around her forearm.

“I am acting like an adult. Or have you already forgotten about what we just did?”

I look down at what she’s wearing and cock my eyebrow up. She just lifts her shoulders up and drops them and says, “What?” As if she has no idea why I’m looking at her this way.

“Drinking while under age? Who was going to drive you home after Randy left, huh? One of those drunk assholes? And you could have more issues than just drunk driving.” I eye her short skirt, still bunched higher than it should be.

Glaring at me, she pulls her arm away. I can tell she’s fighting back tears. We just watched each other come, and now I’m back berating her about underage drinking. I’m just trying to get us back to normal. What did she think would happen? This is one of the three million reasons I need to stay away from her.

“I’m not drunk. I could have driven.”

“You weren’t drunk yet. If I left you there, you’d have been shit faced.”

“No, I wouldn’t have. And I’m dressed fine.” She gets closer. “You seemed to like it a lot while you were stroking yourself, Linc,” she hisses.

I let go of her arm like I’ve just been electrocuted. “Exactly. Thank God it was just me. Anyone else would’ve taken serious advantage of you.” Like I didn’t do just that. Like I hadn’t just crossed a colossally inappropriate line. Who the fuck was I trying to convince? “Not always going to be around to save you.”

“Save me?” The irritation in her voice was obvious. “Someone should’ve saved me from you…you asshole!”

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