Ever.
I unfold the cot with a soft grunt, the metal frame protesting the disruption. It’s been a long time since it was used. Decades, probably.
Grabbing a blanket, I sit down, elbows braced on my knees, staring at nothing in particular.
I can hear her moving around in the living room. The sound of dishes in the sink as she tidies up.
I’m such an ass.
As much as I don’t want aguest—especially a way-too-tempting, way-too-young daughter of my best friend—Tessaisa guest. And I just left her out there alone to clean up after me.
I drop my head in my hands and blow out a low breath. I could blame the fact that I’m out of practice when it comes to any kind of socialization or basic human interaction. But that would be a lie.
The best thing to do is just go to sleep, wake up in the morning with a clear head and a plan to get her to Luke’s house and the fuck away from me before I do something I’ll regret.
Which, at this point, is just about anything when it comes to Tessa.
I lie back on the cot and try to block out the noises from the living room until finally everything is quiet. Which means she’s in my room.
In my bed.
Fuck.
There is no way I should be thinking about my best friend’s daughter in any way besides in a caretaker role. He asked me to look after her. Not lust after her.
I shift on the cot, restless and aware of my own body in a way I haven’t been in a long time. A familiar tension settles low inmy gut, sharp and insistent. I close my eyes, but it doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse.
The way she looked at me across the table, questions in her eyes.
The way my name sounds on her lips.
Her long, bare legs.
The warmth of her body in my arms.
Fuck.
My cock is rock hard, and there’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep until I take care of it.
I let my hand slide down, palming the thick ridge through my boxer briefs. A rough squeeze sends a jolt straight up my spine, balls drawing tight.
There’s no time for finesse—fuck that.
I shove my hand into my underwear and fist my cock. It’s already throbbing, hot and hard, the head flushed dark and slicked with precum that I smear down the shaft with a brutal twist.
Christ. It’s been too long.
Way too long since I’ve given in to this simple pleasure.
I start stroking with hard pulls, fast and relentless.
My mind floods withher. I can’t fight it. And I don’t want to.
Images of her small hands wrapped around my cock consume me. Her innocent fingers barely circling my girth as she tests and squeezes gently. But I don’tdogentle.
I’d flip her over onto my bed, so she was splayed out for me to feast my eyes on. Those long legs spread open while she begs for it. Begs forme.The little whimpers she’d make when I fill her up with my huge dick. The way she’d gasp for breath while taking every inch of me into her slick heat without mercy.
My free hand claws at the thin blanket, my hips bucking violently into my fist while the cot creaks and groans under the force.
