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“I’m willing to risk it.” My voice sounds thick, desperate even, and I hope she doesn’t know how much.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to make things awkward for all of us.”
“I think we’re already past that after this afternoon,” I hedge.
A small laugh tumbles out of her. “Yeah. I guess so. I don’t think she bought my story. She’s just too nice to call me out for trying to seduce her dad.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” I try to tamp down the smile that’s coming, but it breaks through anyway.
“Maybe? Would that be so bad?” She wiggles her wrist, and I release it. She moves her hand to my stomach, and her fingers slide under my shirt.
“I’m willing to watch you try.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“Maybe,” I answer softly as her hand drifts over my skin.
“I want to be the girl who you take in that office. The one who gets on her knees for you at that desk when you’ve had a long day. Would you let me?” Her eyes burn into me, even through the darkness.
“If that’s what you want.” I’m treading carefully because I don’t want her to run—figure out how much I want her and then decide it’s too much, too soon.
She slips her tank top off and tosses it on the chair in the room. The moonlight that’s pouring in through the window lights her from the side, highlighting her breasts and the way her nipples are already peaking. My eyes fall to them, and I run my teeth over my lower lip.
She stands, slipping out of her shorts and underwear and letting them join her tank top on the chair. Then she climbs the rest of the way onto the bed, pulling the sheets back, and grinning at the fact that she can see I’m hard under my boxer briefs. She studies me for a moment before she straddles me like she wants to take notes for her own memories. She takes my hand and runs it up the center of her body before she slips it under her breast. I run my thumb over her nipple, and she settles down over my cock.
I can feel the heat of her through the thin cotton barrier. It's like the fantasies I’ve always had of her. In college and even more recently. Her determined to have me inside her and me only too willing to give her whatever she wants. To actually have her here feels too good to be true like I might still be dreaming.
But when she starts to move, I know I’m not. The sway of her hips over me is the perfect amount of friction to tease my cock. Her fingers wander over my skin and I let my palms run over her thighs.
“I want it. Want to be the first one you have in there.” She stutters and gasps a little as she speaks; the teasing build of her orgasm reflects in the way she talks.
“You’d be the only then. I couldn’t have you in there and then not see you every other time.”
“Good.”
“Good?” I question her.
“Yes. I want you, Gabe. I know it’s been quick but then again, I don’t know if it has. I think it’s been years that I’ve wanted you, and I just tried to ignore it.”
“Want me or want my cock?” I ask because those could be two very different things.
“Both. I lied when I said I didn’t think about you in college—I did.”
My eyes lift to hers. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Scared. Embarrassed. You always had a different girl with you or in your orbit. I didn’t want to get lost in the fray.”
“You would never have been lost. No way I could have you and want anyone else, Aurora.” My fingers coast up her thighs and my eyes follow.
I can see and feel where she’s soaking through the fabric between us, and I want to feel her on my cock. I slip my fingers between her legs, brushing them over her and teasing her clit with the softest of touches. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft whimper in return. One that would have me hard as hell in seconds if I wasn’t already.
“Lift your hips for me, gorgeous,” I whisper and she does as I ask. I push my boxer briefs down my thighs and then settle back into place. “Now you can do your worst.” I smirk at her and she returns it.
Her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking it a few times before she lowers herself over me again. Her hand guides me desperately close to what I need before she uses my cock to tease herself instead. I’m like her personal toy; she’s rubbing the head of me on her clit. The soft moans and whimpers coming out of her are almost too much, and when she slides down the length of my cock again, I just want her to put me out of my misery.
“Fuck me…” I curse loudly before I bite down on my lip. Her eyes open and widen, warning me that we could be caught at any moment. “Sorry.” I say softly.
“We’ll both be sorry if you wake her up and get us cut off early. Do I need to gag you?” she muses.
