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“Not here. Your dad could walk in at any time.”
My teeth grit at his reply. “So, when can I see you again? You had no problem coming to my art room last night.”
“No, but this is work and my office isn’t off limits.” He frowns, like I should know already. I do but still… His eyes soften a little. “Later. I’ll come find you, alright?” he gets up out of his chair and comes back from around his desk, brushing some loose hair back from my face. He curls his hand around the back of my neck bringing me closer to leaves a soft kiss on the top of my head. I lift my gaze to his, he even looks apologetic - I can’t be angry with him. “I promise.” He smiles, I agree, and reach up to brush my fingers over the stubble on his face then leave his office.
I spend the next couple of hours going through what I need for uni, but Troy never leaves my mind. When dinnertime comes around, Troy doesn’t join us. Either Dad has him working or he’s gone out. So, I decide to watch some telly. There are some shitty soap operas on. The usual Coronation Street, Emmerdale and Eastenders play as I flick through the channels. I turn and stretch myself out along the couch, resting my head on the arm rest. As I lay here, I realise that I haven’t even spoken to Dad today. Not this morning, not even over dinner. I guess he’s still pissed at me for my outburst last night, but I don’t care, he can’t stop me. I’m eighteen, he can’t always tell me what to do.
“You shouldn’t lie there like that in those tiny shorts,” I swear my heart stops when I hear his voice, as I snap my head around to see Troy leaning over the back of the couch his arms folded on the back, a sexy smirk playing on his lips. “You give me dirty thoughts.” I can’t help the blush that covers my cheeks as he winks at me and comes to sit at the other end of the couch.
I pull the fleecy blanket from the back of the couch and throw it over me. “I’ll cover up then, shall I?” I bite back my smirk as I watch him slowly move around the couch.
Turning to my back, I drag myself to sit upright and pull my legs up so I’m not lounging all over him, straightening the blanket. “What’re you watching?” He asks and sits at the other end, lifting the blanket so it isn’t over him too.
“Nothing really,” I sigh, “I was going to see if there was a film on.” I reply, an edgy feeling in the pit of my abdomen. He turns me on just sitting there. The muscles in my stomach tense, contracting as I feel the heat rise in my body. Troy smooths the blanket down over my feet but keeps his eyes fixed on the telly, but I watch every move he makes. Playing with the edge of the blanket with one hand, the other stays on the armrest. A ragged breath fills my lungs just at his close proximity, his face straight as he stares at what’s playing on the TV, but every so often the muscles in his sharp jaw tic and his teeth grit. “We’ve had many conversations on this couch.”
“We have,” I agree nodding. But my head isn’t on conversation, especially when I feel the tips of his fingers tickling the underside of my bare thigh, making my skin tingle. I was so focused on his face I didn’t see his hand disappear beneath the blanket. His fingers travel further up my leg and my thighs clench. As I turn my eyes back on the telly, I find it hard to concentrate, but as I glance across at him, I see his cocky grin. Bastard.
CHAPTERTHREE
TROY
Iknow I shouldn’t be doing this, and I have tried to keep away all day but seeing her in those shorts, my dick soon came to life. Even he knows what she’s hiding beneath those shorts. She’s like forbidden fruit. An exotic taste that once you’ve tasted it, you have to try it again and again so you never forget.
Finding the edge of her shorts, I slip my fingers underneath and stroke it down the crease of her leg. Every now and then I turn my gaze from the crap that’s playing on the TV and look into her pretty blue eyes losing myself, or maybe my mind; I have to keep telling myself I can’t. She’s going to uni soon. It’s the only way this can play out. I promised her I’d come and find her tonight, so here I am. Much more for my gain than Emily’s. The day for doing the right thing ended the day I gave in and took her virginity.
Her breathing changes and her legs part further just as my finger nears her opening, and a small moan breaks free from her. Her hand clamps down on mine, stopping me. I know I’m taking a chance here, because if Mitch catches me doing this then I’ll be totally fucked. Turning my heated gaze on her, she smiles around her teeth biting into her lip, I know she wants this as much as me. Placing the finger of my free hand over my lips, I urge her to stay quiet before slipping my finger into her wetness all the way to my knuckle. “Are you sore?” I ask, keeping my voice down to a whisper.
“A little.” Her voice a little more than a breathy whisper while I nod in acknowledgement.
I thrust my finger in and out slowly, stroking her walls with the tip as her legs part more and she bears down on to my hand. She gathers the blanket in her fist, biting down on it. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure what it is about Emily, but she has more appeal than any women my own age. It not as if she’s a child, she’s eighteen - although Mitch won’t see it like that. He sees her as a child still but still, she is his daughter, he’d send me packing and I’d have absolutely nothing then. I can’t afford to lose everything; I have to play it cool. After this, that’ll be it; no more. I need to resist the temptation.
Picking up the pace, I drive my finger in deeper, faster, denying myself the urge to take my cock from my trousers and stroke myself until I’m coming into my hand. A small gasp comes from the back of her throat as she tries to close her legs. I know this is a dangerous game I’m playing but I’m too far gone. “You okay?”
She nods and no matter how much the voice in my head is telling me to stop, I carry on regardless, pushing her further, higher. The heel of my hand rotating against her sweet nub until her wetness is soaking my hand and she’s riding out her release. “Ride it out, baby. God you’re fucking beautiful when you come.” Her breaths become sharp, ragged, as I bring her down from the high I had her on. I pull my finger out slowly before leaning over and kissing her lips hard. “You are fucking amazing.”
“Troy. Where are you?” Mitch calls out. His voice sharp and abrupt. It’s always this way. My eyes widen and Emily’s face pales. “Go upstairs, I’ll come to you.” I right her knickers again while she throws the blanket off and I get up, wiping my hand on my joggers.
“Mitch. Is everything alright?” I come face to face with his much smaller frame as I meet him in the doorway. His shoulders tense and a scowl screwing up his features.
“Where’s Emily? Have you seen her?” He looks past me and into the empty room, pursing his lips.
“She was here watching telly earlier, but I think she may have gone to bed.” I try to keep my features schooled. I can’t let him see through me.
“Hm, I’ll see her tomorrow,” he declares bluntly. “I need you to attend a meeting tomorrow at eight a.m., the details are in my office.”
“No problem. Well, if you don’t need me for anything else, I’m going to hit the sack. Watch a bit of telly and get an early night, especially if I have an early start.” I tell him, rocking on my heels slipping my hands into my pockets.
“Okay, son.” He pats the back of my shoulder and I walk away from him. As I reach the staircase, I look back. He stays where he is for a moment. I start to think he’s going to find her but instead he turns and walks back the other way. Maybe if he listened to her once in a while then he’d understand her more. He only needs to look at her artwork to know how good she is.
I take the stairs two at a time, and rather than going one way to my room, I go the other to Emily’s. I knock on her door; she doesn’t answer right away so I wait before knocking again. If she doesn’t open the door soon, I’ll either go in there uninvited or go back to my own room and sort this out myself. My cock is like stone as it sits against my abdomen. I knock again, a little harder this time and just as I’m about to say fuck it and turn away when the door opens. She stands in front of me with just a towel wrapped around her lithe body and another wrapped around her hair. Before she can ask me to come in, I grab each side of her face and plant my lips on hers in a crushing kiss, walking her back into the bedroom, just enough so I can shut the door. Kicking the door shut behind me I walk her further into the room, moaning loudly as I push my tongue into her hot mouth and take what I need. “Oh Jesus, Troy.” She mumbles against my lips. My hands roam over her curves before slipping them between us and unravel her towel from around her.
“Please say you’re on the pill because I have nothing on me, and there is no way I’m leaving you right now to get a condom. You’re hot and I’m still fucking hard from earlier.” I tell her, kissing down the slope of her neck and pushing my joggers over my hips. My dick springs free, eager to be inside of her again.
“I’m on the pill.” She breathes, throwing her head back.
“I’d love to devour this hot little body…” Skimming her body with my hands and brushing her pebbled nipples with my thumbs, “…but I can’t.” I push my hands beneath her arse and lift her up carrying her into her bathroom where I know the sound will be a lot more muffled. Steadying her against the wall, I enter her as gently but as quickly as I can. After seeing her come apart in my hand downstairs, I’m ready to fucking explode.
“Oh.” She pants, “Oh yes, Troy.” I thrust upwards as my fingers dig into her skin and pull her forward onto my greedy cock, driving in and out of her. Just another couple of thrusts and I’ll be ready.
