So when I heard an odd noise coming from his studio, it didn’t occur to me that I might not want to investigate that.
I swear I thought maybe some punk had broken in. I was all set to haul ass and text Leo to call the cops.
Instead…
Instead I’m speed walking back to my apartment, without a sketch pad, torn between going bright red in the face andlaughing my ass off, and trying hard not to think about what I saw in the moments before it hit me what was happening and I got the hell out of Dodge.
It’s gnawing at me, though, however much I try to resist.
Em, perched on Eli’s sketch table. Her dress pulled up around her waist. Black stockings with lacy tops. My cousin’s head full-on buried in her pussy, thankfully hiding it from my line of sight. Still, it was obvious what he was doing to her from the gentle, repetitive motion of his head, and the way she gasped and whimpered and clutched at his hair.
A tiny shiver runs through me as I recall the fierce concentration on Em’s face, the desperation in the way her eyes screwed up. But the thing that struck me the most was the way Eli ran his hands up her thighs, mingling his own quiet groans with her sighs and soft cries…
He was enjoying it.
It was as though going down on his fiancee was the best place in the world to be. Like it was gettinghimoff to do this for her.
And god help me, I envied him.
Not for Emily, god no. She’s like a sister to me. I envied him the experience, because…
Because I want to do that to Liaden.
I want to taste her, that unimaginable flavor, and feel her delicate wet flesh on my tongue. I want to feel her hands raking and clutching at my hair, holding me into place. I want to hearhermoans of pleasure, seeherface tighten in ecstasy, and know that I’m responsible.
I’ve never done that before, even with Callie. We only went so far, hands only. And I’ve not really allowed myself a lot of time to think about it one way or the other, but now the idea is taking hold, making me feverish. I can’t stop imagining being on me knees before her, all that pink, lewd perfection of her pussy before my eyes, waiting for me to…
Fucking hell.
My dick twitches and my pants get a lot tighter. And then I start to pull at the collar of my shirt, feeling hot all over.
Because given the karaoke night, that moment when we said goodbye…and the way she squeezed my hand earlier in the evening…and the way we’ve texted each other every day since, with me saying things I haven’t said and taking a tone I haven’t used with anyone since Callie…
Me and Liaden, we’re more than friends. And this thing I want to do to her…might happen.
Justmight.
But thatmightis more than I’ve had for my entire adult life so far.
I unlock my front door and head inside. The person greeting me in the mirror by the door isn’t the usual gray faced wretch I loathe, the one I’m used to seeing.Thisguy has some color in his face, glittering eyes full of need, the beginnings of a grin. Like a guy who knows more than I do.
Who am Inow?
I’m a man with a hard-on, that’s for damn sure. It’s pounding away in my boxers, demanding my attention, begging for relief. It’s happening more and more since Liaden arrived in my life, and I haven’t jacked off so much since I was a teenager. Particularly this week.
I put my hand down my pants and give it a squeeze, both to get it to calm down and to gauge how good this one’s gonna be. Answer:seriouslygood.
I give in.
Heading to my shower for some Me Time, I reach in my pocket for my cell phone, feeling an irresistible urge to text her before I defile her in my head over and over. Just to see how her day’s going. But she’s beaten me to it.
It’s a picture message, and my heart skips a beat before I open it, wildly unlikely possibilities racing through my mind. And then there she is. I’m once again a little stunned by just how beautiful her face is, with such delicate, flawless features. An artist’s dream. It’s a selfie of her with her hair in two long, thick fishtail braids, dressed in a pale yellow vest and Lisa Simpson pajama pants.
Liaden: My very first sleepover! How do I look? [wink emoji] x
Sadie and Em are going to her place tonight for a girl’s night in, and I know from our most recent messages that she’s been endearingly excited about it. I remember the eleven year old version of her from that documentary about child geniuses, and how much she wanted friends to spend time with. My heart melts in my chest.You got there in the end, kid.
I run my thumb slowly over the image of her smiling face, filled with affection, before saving the photo.
