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There is so much need in her eyes. I can help her. I have to help her.
"All you have to do is babysit." She pulls her hands to her lap, shifting like she's uncomfortable. "Sit there with me. Keep me distracted if I start freaking out."
I brush my fingertips against her cheek. "Of course, Ally."
My body is lighter than air. She's asking for my help. Finally. She's always so tight-lipped about this, but she's asking for my help.
"It's not a big deal." She bites her thumb again, her eyes on the floor.
"Okay." I nod. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For asking... for telling me."
"Luke..." Her voice is shaky.
"What?"
"Don't make it a big deal, okay?"
I nod. It's clearly a big deal, a huge deal, but she's scared. Arguing is only going to make that worse.
Alyssa brings her eyes back to mine. The unease falls off her expression. She bites her lip, her eyes lighting up. "So..."
I know the sound of that so. That's a so will you please rip off my clothes and touch me until I'm purring kind of so.
"So?" I hold her expression, raising my eyebrows as if I have no idea what she's talking about.
"You're going to make me ask, aren't you?" She laughs nervously, her cheeks flushing red.
This conversation is as good as over, and touching her would be such a perfect way to keep her face flushed.
"Ask what?" I play dumb.
She shakes her head. She's not going to ask. She scoots towards me, until her chest is only six inches from my mouth, until her knees are pressed against my hips.
Damn, her tank top is so thin. It's straining against her chest and she's not wearing a bra. And those boxer shorts--my boxer shorts--are riding up her legs, exposing every inch of her thighs.
Her eyes connect with mine, and she slides my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms.
I let it fall on the floor behind me and I scoot closer to her, until there's only an inch between my mouth and her chest.
Her fingers brush my neck. "Luke."
"Mhmm?" I slide my hands over the soft skin of her shoulders.
"Do you think... Could we..." She digs her hands into my hair.
I pull her straps off her shoulders. Down her arms. Her tank top pulls with it. It slides over her chest, slowly revealing her breasts.
My cock constricts. Her tits are fucking perfect, and they're begging for my hands. I cup her breast and bring it to my mouth, brushing my lips against her nipple. Her skin tastes so good, like Alyssa. I trace it with my tongue, as slowly as I can.
She groans, tugging at my hair. It's a plea to move faster. But I want to savor this. It feels too good, watching her face contort in pleasure, hearing her groan, feeling her body shake.
I slide her tank top to her waist. She shudders, her legs wrapped around my hips. I lick her again, and she arches back, shifting her breasts into my mouth.
Her fingers slide over my neck. Then they're on my collar. She flutters her eyes open, looking down at me like she needs me more than she's ever needed anything.
