Page 31 of Corrupt Obsession

Her eyelids flickered. She was shocked by his curse and the fact he’d actually spoken. Normally, all she heard were muffled, involuntary sounds, but hearing his voice tore the seams between this alternate reality and real life.

The wet sound of him stroking himself made her clench her teeth. It was the worst punishment to act like a lifeless doll when she was so close. Why had she wasted so much time wrestling with herself? She could have come and been asleep hours ago. Then, she wouldn’t have to listen to the sounds he was making that made the space between her legs so slippery she may need to change her bedding.

Jesse’s stifled moan unraveled her shaky control. She pressed on her clit, but it wasn’t enough. She needed that back-and-forth motion. Jesse wouldn’t notice, would he? He was focused on his own needs, and he was making enough noise that she knew he was close too. Moving as little as possible, she began to rub and was rewarded with a delicious wave of prickling heat. She sucked in a breath and heard Jesse do the same. She found herself matching Jesse’s strokes. This was wrong on so many levels, but she was past the point of caring. Her heart soared. This was going to be the best orgasm she’d ever had.

“Violet.”

She obeyed without thinking. Her eyes popped open and collided with Jesse’s, which were dark, glittering pools. As always, he wore his shirt, and his cock jutted beneath it. He was close. She could tell from the way he was jerking on the head of his penis.

As she realized they were staring at one another, and they’d broken their unspoken pact, a bolt of heat lanced through her.Her climax bubbled up. She gasped for breath as her eyes began to roll.

“Shit,” she heard again.

When the head of his cock touched her lips, they instinctively parted, allowing him to spill into her mouth, while remnants dribbled down her chin and cheek. Even in the midst of her orgasm, his gut-wrenching groan freaked her out. Their parents were going to hear!

As the hot euphoria of her climax faded, cold horror came charging in. She lay there, trying to control her breathing as her heart hammered so hard in her chest that she trembled from the force of it. Not wanting to face the consequences of her actions, she went motionless again, like a stupid animal who’d made a foolish move and hoped they would blend back in with their surroundings before the hunter took its shot.

Jesse didn’t move for several minutes. Neither did she. She didn’t even swallow, she was so determined for him to believe her looking at him had been a figment of his imagination. She willed him to walk away and continue the pretense.

She was so attuned to him, she sensed the moment he moved, even though he didn’t make a sound. There was a light snick of the bathroom door closing. Jesse didn’t wash his hands or use the toilet but went straight through to his bedroom and closed that door too. Everything went still and quiet and tranquil, as if what just took place between them never happened.

She finally swallowed. Was it her imagination, or was his cum sweeter? Was it because of the buttermilk pie? Dismayed over her thoughts, she sat up and feverishly scrubbed her face to remove all traces of him. The urge to shower and gargle with mouthwash was overwhelming, but the bathroom was neutral territory. Why did she have a feeling, if she went in there, he would try to talk to her? She would die if he did.

She rushed over to her drawer and got a new set of underwear and pajamas and tossed her ruined ones into the hamper. When she climbed back into bed, she huddled under the covers and writhed in anguish.

Her worst fears came true. Jesse’s secret—now,theirsecret—was out in the open. She allowed herself to be enticed into participating in his twisted fantasy, which had abruptly transitioned into something else. Something terrifying. Something that could never be. This is what happened when she let her body make stupid decisions! This wasn’t her and it wasn’t him. They were good kids,Christiankids. This went against everything they believed in. What were they doing?

Tomorrow, she would put a stop to this. What was done in the dark had to stay there. She wouldn’t allow it to see the light of day and change their relationship.

Chapter 7

JESSE

Look at me,baby. Open your eyes so we can finally talk, he silently begged, but Violet’s eyes remained closed.

He wanted to sweep her up in his arms and shout for joy, but the fact that she’d gone back to feigning sleep didn’t bode well. He sensed her distress but couldn’t make sense of it. They didn’t have to hide this anymore!

Over the past weeks, there had been times when he swore he saw her eyelids flutter or random body movements that led him to believe she was awake. He’d been pushing it lately, willing to risk it all to discover whether he was losing his mind.

Tonight, when he came into her room and tried to catch her scent, he detected something that shouldn’t have been, something that reminded him of what he’d found smeared on several of her used underwear. Arousal. It sent his body into overdrive. He’d noticed the odd bunching of the covers over her crotch, but thought nothing of it, until it shifted. It took him only a second to figure out what she’d been doing before he entered. When her hand began to move in telltale circles, his heart stopped.

It had been a calculated risk to say her name. He said it loudly enough to rouse her if she’d been asleep, but when hereyes flew open, they were alert and glazed with lust. And then she started to climax. He hadn’t been able to resist her open mouth. It was the most satisfying orgasm he’d ever had.

Please, baby. I’m dying here, he thought. He reached out to touch her but stopped when he noticed she was trembling. The urge to comfort her was overwhelming, but his need to put her at ease was stronger. Reluctantly, he retreated.

He walked through the bathroom to his bedroom and leaned against the door. His initial blast of elation had morphed into disquiet, but he wouldn’t let that get him down. He would give her the space she needed this evening and talk it out tomorrow. He worried that she may always see him as a brother but tonight proved otherwise. She declared her feelings in the best way possible—by masturbating right alongside him.

He wanted to roar in triumph. He wanted to hold her on his lap and confess how much he loved her. How much he had been holding back. Nine months he’d kept all of this bottled up inside of him. He worried constantly that she or someone else would deduce how he felt about her, but that was at an end. God had mercy on him and made her want him in return. He no longer needed to date other girls in a futile attempt to dilute his obsession or use religion as an excuse for why he didn’t go all the way with them.

He flopped on his bed and folded his hands behind his head and replayed her orgasm—eyes rolling, legs jerking beneath the covers in involuntary response, and her beautiful face covered in him. His heart swelled, felt like it was about to burst. Violet wanted him. He wasn’t sure what their next step was, but it didn’t matter because they were finally on the same page.

His hand flexedon the steering wheel. He wasn’t sure what to expect from Violet this morning, but the bright smile and upbeat, inane chatter wasn’t it. From the moment she bounded out of her bedroom and for most of the ride to school, she talked about a range of topics—everything but the one thing he wanted to discuss. He couldn’t get anything in edgewise. He decided to let her take the lead, but he had no idea where she was going with this.

“You have games on Tuesday and Friday, right?” she asked distractedly as she typed on her phone.

“Yeah.”

“All righty.”

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