“Night, Greer.”
When I return to my room, I press my back against the closed door and exhale deeply, emptying all the oxygen trapped inside my lungs.
Damn, that was one hell of a kiss.
Even after a long fucking day of work, I’m full of pent-up energy. I haven’t felt this invigorated in a long time.
Without a second thought, I tug my pants down, the waistband catching under my balls. I spit into my palm and pull my cock toward my abdomen. With the memory of Claire’s breathy moans fresh in my mind, along with the sensation of her thrusting against me, I stroke myself. I focus on how her nipple felt between my fingers and imagine what she’d do if it were my mouth. Before I know it, my orgasm coalesces like a wave of exquisite pleasure through my shaft and straight to the taint.
“Fuck,” I grunt, catching my release in my hand.
After a cold shower and a new pair of pants, I open my messages and type out, “Literally had the hottest fucking kiss with Claire just now.” Then I silence my phone and crash for the night.
14
Asher
Cam
Dude! That’s my sister!!!
Ezra
Dude! Claire’s like a sister…
Cam
WTF, man? Why would you tell me that?
Cam
Asher. Answer me
Cam
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY LITTLE SISTER???
Ezra
Easy, Cam. I’m sure it was consensual
Cam
The hell it better be. ASHER, WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING?!
Cam
ASSHOLE
My heart plummetsto my stomach when I discover that I texted “Literally had the hottest fucking kiss with Claire just now” to Cam minutes after I’d jerked off to the image of his little sister.
While she may be younger than him, she’s a grown-ass woman.
And yes, of course it was consensual,asshole.
How the fuck did I accidentally text Cam and Ezra instead of my grief group?
Oh. I see it now.
