The world is cold and hard. But Lila is soft and warm.
“Reed, if we stay in this position, I’m gonna come on your leg. All this consent talk has me worried I’m crossing a line worse than I did already. If you don’t want me to?—“
“Shh.” I cut her off by shoving my thigh harder against her pussy. “Use me. Now. Make yourself come on my thigh.”
“Can I take off your boxers first? They’re chafing me.”
Her confusing question has me bumbling for a response.Yes, I’m wearing boxers. In fact, that’s all I have left on since I was planning on taking a quick shower before joining her in bed. But I don’t knowhowmy boxers could chafe her in this position.
She lightly smacks my chest a few times. “Get off me for a second. I can’t take it anymore. They’re too tight.”
I’m starting to think she isn’t talking about the boxers I’m wearing.
As soon as I lift off her, she reaches under the covers with both arms. After a quick body shimmy, she brings her hands up with a pair of my boxer briefs, then tosses them onto the carpet.
She didn’t remove them from me, which meansshewas wearing them. Makes sense, considering I heard the washing machine running when I got here, presumably with her laundry in it and not mine. I wish I could’ve got a glimpse of her in my boxers first, though. No doubt she’s left a nice wet spot in them.
Related, I’ve never had the urge to sniff my boxers before.
Until now.
Shuffling herself back into position, she tugs me on top of her. “Okay, back where you were, please. It was the perfect position. This won’t take long now.”
A frantic, needy Lila Kent is in my bed. Possibly naked from the waist down. This is my every fantasy come to life.
Except I can’t fuck her.
We can still have a good time, though.
Lila wriggles under me like she did earlier. I reposition my thigh so it’s at her disposal and lower myself onto her. Like before, her supple body cradles me perfectly.
Without hesitating, she thrusts her needy pussy against my quad. Her movements leave a trail of wetness over my skin that I wish I could lick off.
Son of a bitch. That feels sinfully good.
“Is this okay?” she rasps and presses our foreheads together.
“Fuck yes. Better than okay. Keep going, cookie. Don’t stop until you come all over my thigh.”
Then I’m gonna get a tattoo on that spot so I never forget this moment.
Through shaky breaths, she whispers, “Can we kiss, or is that against your consent rules?”
“We can kiss.” I nod zealously, unsure exactly where the line would be. Kissing seems safe, though. “Just say the word if you need to stop. You’re in control.” Grinning like a villain, I add, “For tonight. Next time, I’m in charge.”
She moans beautifully, continuously dancing her slickness over my thigh. “Yes, yes, oh yes. I agree to your terms.”
I cut off her cries by claiming her mouth. My tongue delves past her parted lips, tasting and teasing. Kissing Lila is like coming home.
Through the thin cotton covering her breasts, her stiff nipples scrape against my pecs. I want to yank the shirt off so I can feel our bare skin pressing together. I want to lave at her nipples until her back arches. I want to slip inside her and feel her quivering around my rigid cock until she squeezes me dry.
I can’t do that because I’m cursed by a cockblocking sister from hell.
After breaking the kiss for air, I angle her head to the side so I can lick and nip along her silky neck. I want to kiss every inch of her body.
Her pussy drenches my thigh, causing my neglected cock to weep. Involuntarily, I grind against the outer part of her hip, searching for my own relief.
There’s only so much a man can take. Especially one who’s painfully in love.
