Page 37 of These Rough Waters

“Oh god,” She whispers, voice shaking.

I move her quicker, my own muscles tightening, the pleasure of watching her sending warning tingles down my spine, my cock jerking, leaking.

I didn’t care about what that meant for me, didn’t care that this was not how I imagined it going down, I just wanted to hear her sing for me.

“Take it,” I growl, “Come on my thigh, little doe.”

“F-fuck,” she stutters, head tipping back as I move her quicker, harder, “Torin.”

Holy shit, hearing her say my name, hearing the pleasure that chokes her, it has my balls tightening and teeth clamping as my own pleasure rears to the surface.

She cries out as her body shivers, muscles tightening as she comes against my thigh, and I can’t stop it either. I spill into my boxers with a groan, fingers tightening on her hip as we both lose ourselves to this sudden pleasure.

“Oh god,” Maya chokes out, “I’m sorry!”

It takes me a moment to register, to realize she’s pulling away, a kind of horror masking her face as she scrambles to get off me. Does she not realizethatwas my fault? That I kept her there? That I fucking came in my pants like a damn teenager seeing a woman for the first time.

“Maya,” I try but she’s pulling hard, so I let her go and say her name again.

“I need to – I just have to – I’ve got to go to the bathroom!” She stutters out on a ramble, practically sprinting to the bathroom. The door slams shut, and I fall back onto the cushions, pulling at the wet fabric of my pants and feeling like a damn idiot.

The fuck did I just do?

Eighteen

My spine presses back on the door, chest heaving with each breath I take as I will the flush on my cheeks and chest to go down. Holy shit. What just happened? What did I just do?

I could feel the pressure of his hand on my hip, on my back as he moved me across his thigh, hear his words like a recording repeating over and over again.

You look so pretty riding me…

A little whimper escapes me, and I slap my hand across my mouth to stifle the sound, still feeling the pulses between my legs as my muscles start to relax, legs a little weak.

I’ve had orgasms, never by a man and only by my hand but that was different. That felt different.

What did I do?

Why did I do that?

I rush to the sink and start running cold water, splashing it onto my heated face as embarrassment overwhelms me and tears sting my eyes.

Oh god.

I’m never going to be able to look at him again.

And he was injured! We literally pulled him out of the water barely a few hours ago and here I am, riding the man’s thigh like I’m in heat.

He didn’t stop you.A voice reminds me.

I grip the counter and count to ten, trying to steady my breathing before I look up into the mirror. My cheeks are still slightly flushed but I smooth out some tendrils of hair and turn back to the door, trying to keep calm.

We can just pretend it never happened. We can totally pretend.

I come out of the bathroom, creeping back towards where I had left Torin on the couch only to find he’s not there now. I try not to think too much on that, try not to think too much on anything really since it’ll likely send me back into hiding. I certainly won’t think about how good it felt, how I’ve ruined my panties, or the feel of his big hands on my body, or the way his eyes had burned.

It wasn’t happening. Nothing was happening.

I had too much baggage, too much in my past for anything like that,with him, especially, to ever even entertain the idea.

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