Page 48 of Ward Willing
That’s what I tell myself when her mouth drops open slightly and when a low, tormented groan leaves my lips.
I’m entranced. So fucking entranced that I can barely breathe.
I want to touch her sofuckingbadly, but I refuse to let myself. I’d give anything to place my hands on her hips, to guide her up and down my thigh until she loses herself in ecstasy.
Instead, the music swells and the chorus repeats itself, and the only thing I can think is how we’ve already crossed the line, and how much I want to watch her as she falls apart on top of me while herfuckboysings this song on stage mere feet away.
In fact, the need to make her come overpowers every single thread of rational thought.
I grind my leg into her wet center.
I can feel the way she begins to shake on top of me, and that makes me remember how wet she was for me in Catalina. How responsive she was. I can still imagine the hot, tight heat and how it felt to sink into her without abandon.
And as the crescendo of the last chorus begins, she squeezes her eyes closed. Her orgasm is so pure and explosive… if I wasn’t so mesmerized, I might make her open her eyes. But I don’t. Instead, I watch as she gasps in sweet agony, a low growl leaving my chest at the feeling of her pulsing heat against my thigh.
I’m fuckinghypnotized.
I may be merely filling a moment of physical desire for her tonight, but at the same time, I’m allowing her to tear my soul apart.
Because after this, there’s no going back.
There’s no way I can pretend something didn’t happen between us twice.
My brain completely shuts off then, arousal rising in me like the hottest fire, consuming me—consumingus.My thoughts are fragmented as she stops shaking and opens her eyes.
I suck in a breath as electricity swims around us for the ending of the song. Scotty is screaming“Scotty doesn’t know,”over and over, and people are screaming with him.
And Zoe came on my thigh.
The next song starts, and my whole body goes taut as one of her hands brushes against my cock.
It’s like the fact that it’sZoetouching my cock causes me to wake from whatever stupor I’ve been in.
The music is suddenly all wrong. And it’s too hot.
Too crowded.
Too…everything.
My surroundings become clear, and the implications of what we did, what I let happen again…
“I need some water,” I say quickly, turning around and pushing through the bodies like a coward. I know I shouldn’t leave her alone, but I have to get away.
Bypassing the bar completely, I push the front double doors open and walk out onto the street. After running my hands through my hair, I find an alley a couple of blocks away and press my back against the cool brick, letting my head drop back with a hard smack.
I can onlywishfor a concussion right now.
What the fuck did I do?
I need to compose myself and my thoughts, as well as my raging erection.
I can’t be lusting afterZoe; the notion is too preposterous, too precariously delicate to entertain.
Except I did.
Ido.
Because watching her falling apart, watching those cherry red lips part as her hips jerked on top of me…
