“Are you awake?” she whispers through the crack in the door, and I freeze, my hand still on my cock, my balls tight and desperate to explode.
I don’t answer. I don’t answer because what the fuck do I say?
If I comfort her, she’ll be in this bed next to me and I’ll most definitely be pounding into her slippery wet core like a wild fucking animal.
It can’t happen.
I can’t touch her.
She’s not mine.
She’ll never be mine.
“Archer?” She steps into the room, ignoring my silence. “Are you awake?”
I still don’t answer, though she’s stepping across the bedroom like a late-night ninja about to do God knows what, and I’m pretty sure she’s nude.
Completely fucking nude.
She’s toying with me now. It’s obvious. She wants me to lose control. She wants me sunk inside her little, virgin hole.
I don’t move, though the closer she gets, the harder my cock aches to come, so I attempt tiny little pumps in the dark as she makes her way around the bed.
I need to stop. I need to stay composed. I need to—
She lifts the blankets and slides in beside me!
What the fuck?
Her soft, little body. The sweet smell of ginger on her skin. Her smooth, dark hair falling against my shoulder as she snuggles in closer.
Dear fucking Lord, help me now. Help me control myself. Help me stop this fucking train before it wrecks at the damn station.
I know I shouldn’t pump. If I pump, she’s going to know I’m awake. There’s no way she won’t feel the sheet lifting up and down, but my hand moves before my brain stops me. Before I know what’s happening, I’m back to jerking my cock as I feel the warmth of her body next to mine.
I think I’m being subtle until she lifts the sheet and the moonlight filtering in through the shades lays a spotlight on my filthy, dirty sins.
“You’re huge!” She swallows so hard that I hear the lump traveling down her throat. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying not to ruin you.”
“Oh yeah? What if I want to be ruined?”
“You don’t. Trust me. I’m not a good person, princess. I’ll,” I blow out a breath and try to stop pumping but my cock is eager and desperate, “I’ll snap. I hurt people.”
“You hurt people for hurting people you love. That doesn’t make you a bad person.” Her breath is warm on my arm as she talks, her soft gaze holding steady with mine as the tip of her finger draws slow lines, tracing the ink on my arm.
She’s going to be the fucking death of me.
“You’re still so innocent. You can’t see my darkness yet.”
“I’m not afraid of the dark, Archer. I came in here to be closer to it.”
Holy hell.
I stroke myself harder as she watches, her small, soft hand still on my arm, gently tracing lines, and I know now there’s no escaping what my body is asking for. She’s climbed into the darkness, and now I’m going to feed her my secrets. “Get on your knees for me, sweet girl.”
She lifts herself slowly and without a word as I bark out more sick, perverted demands. “Good girl. Now lean in and breathe on my cock.Just your breath. I only want your breath. Don’t put your mouth on me.” The words alone send my dick into a raging desperation that nearly propels me onto her tight, little body like a weak, fucking piece of shit.
