Chapter 33 #2
After swallowing a big swell of oxygen, she continues as if she didn’t hear my question or is avoiding it, like usual.
“After the munchies hit, I decided I needed a shower. And Reed, oh my gosh. Something happened to me in there that I can’t explain.
Supercharged horniness hit me like a freaking truck.
And that’s what I was going through again when you caught me.
I’ve never experienced arousal so powerful. Ever.”
With frantic hands, she claws at my neck and shoulders.
“And it’s happening again. I’ve been trying to fight it since you got into bed with me.
I’m losing the battle.” Closing her eyes, she bites her lip.
“Reed, maybe the pot gummy was laced or whatever. What drug makes you uncontrollably horny and insatiable? I’ve already come twice, but I need more. I can’t control it.”
Fuck.
My.
Life.
Throughout her rambling explanation, which seems entirely honest, she wedged herself flush against me. She’s taking choppy breaths, her body is writhing, and if she doesn’t stop rocking her hips against me, I’m gonna do something stupid.
But if that shit was laced, we’ve got bigger problems than questionable consent.
“Please, help me. I promise to tell you everything about Silas, Kenzie, the cards, and anything you want to know. Just help me. Either get me the antidote or put your cock in me. I’ll do anything for this need to be sated.”
Not willing to risk it, I do the unthinkable. I leave Lila in bed to get my phone. And I call fucking Kenzie. For the second time in one day. These must be the end times.
“Who are you calling?” Lila asks.
“Kenzie.”
“Reed, don’t. I can’t talk to her yet.”
“You don’t have to. I just need to find out what she gave you to ensure you’re safe.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Kenzie doesn’t answer the first time, which is fair considering the late hour. I get back in bed with my cookie and hit redial.
Lila wraps herself around me, tempting me like a succubus. She starts writhing almost immediately.
On the third attempt, my evil sister answers. “Someone better be dying. It’s the middle of the night.”
Such compassion.
I’m not dignifying that with a response. “What was in the gummy you gave Lila?”
“What gummy?”
My jaw clicks under the strain. “The fucking gummy you gave Lila for anxiety. What’s in it?”
“It’s just a pot gummy. No big deal. Why? Is she okay?”
I can’t tell her Lila’s so horny she’s humping my leg, so I hedge. “She’s a little more . . . affected than she expected is all. What are the chances it was laced?”
“Zero. I got it from a dispensary, not off the street. And I’ve had the rest from the package. It’s just kind of strong. Did she take the whole thing?”
I pull the phone away slightly and face Lila. She must have heard the question since she’s already nodding vigorously.
“She did,” I tell Kenzie.
“That’s probably why.” She continues through a yawn. “My bad. I forgot to tell her to take half and wait an hour before taking the other half. She doesn’t have my tolerance. She’ll be fine in a few hours.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“Night, ass breath,” she utters, then disconnects.
Bitch.
I chuck my phone onto the nightstand. “Did you hear all that?”
“Yep. Just super high and super horny.” Lila manages a lazy smile. “That’s fun for me.”
Given the low level of trust I have for my sister, I want a little more confirmation.
I twist toward Lila for a better look .“Let me see your pupils. Hold still.”
She nods, tilts her face upward, and widens her eyes. “I can hold my upper body still, but my hips have a mind of their own right now. They won’t stop pulsing.”
I don’t know what deity I’ve angered, but this is the cruelest torture.
In order to get a better view in this light, I need to shift my body, which puts me halfway on top of her.
My knee slips between her spreading legs.
The pillows of her thighs clamp onto the sides of my leg, causing another surge of blood to race to my dick.
She releases my shoulders and skims her silky hands over my arms in intoxicating strokes.
In the next breath, she starts grinding her pussy against my thigh.
Dear Lord, it’s me, Reed. FUUUCK YOU!
I need to focus. But that’s as hard as my dick right now.
Blinking, I shake it off. Mind over hormones. Lila might have been dosed with something dangerous by my accursed sister.
I peer into her eyes carefully, letting my hands rest on the sides of her sweet face. “They aren’t as dilated as they would be with something like MDMA or LSD. If anything, your pupils have expanded.”
“Is that bad?”
“It’s good. If they were so tiny they looked like the tip of a pin, then we’d call 911. But your eyes are just chunky and bloodshot like with marijuana. Guess Kenzie was right.”
Lila keeps rocking herself against my thigh. “Good.”
I recall my days as a beat cop on the night shift when we frequently came into contact with drug users. “Have you been exceptionally thirsty?”
“No. Normal amount.”
“Had the shakes or shortness of breath?”
“Nope.”
“Hallucinations?”
“Just the ghosts, but that was a joke.”
I struggle to keep a straight face. “What about a racing heart or feeling like you might pass out?”
“No. Just warm, fuzzy, and relaxed. Then I got silly, met the ghosts, and needed junk food. During the shower is when I got horned up. All in all, I feel sensational aside from the throbbing ache in my pussy.”
My lips press into a thin line, and I puff out a breath through my nose like an angry rodeo bull. “New rule. No saying pussy, fuck, throbbing, or anything sexual. I can’t even believe you saying horned up affected me the way it just did.”
She giggles, her face brightening. “So you think I’m gonna live?”
“Yes. Pretty sure you’re just high as hell.” I shrug. “I don’t know where the heightened arousal came from, but no doubt there’s a medical explanation. Probably has to do with increased blood flow.”
“Okay, with that out of the way, let’s go back to my suggestion that you help me through this.
Perhaps enjoy it with me.” Her hips pump faster, driving her pussy over my thigh in lengthening strokes.
“What can I do to convince you that you have my unequivocal consent? Can we do a lie detector test? Blood oath?”
It’s taking all my willpower to remain hovering over her, rather than grinding into her like she’s doing to me.
“Nothing. It doesn’t work like that, cookie.”
“It should. Come on. Earlier today, I was prepared to have sex with you in your car on the side of the road. There’s no way such enthusiastic consent disappeared in a few hours. Pot or not. I want you. I need you. Please.”
This tempting siren lowers her hands to my ass and squeezes, dragging me down on top of her.
“Fuck, Lila. Don’t.”
Despite my objection, I don’t move off her. Instead, I sink lower, reveling for a moment in the perfection of her body cushioning mine.
I should pull back. I know it. I should. I really should.
Yet I’m not.
And it’s only partially because she’s holding me down with a surprisingly strong grip and using my thigh to do the job I won’t let my cock do.
All night long, I just wanted to get back to her. Wanted to be plastered against her just like this.
Knowing she was here, in my personal space without me, was like a gnawing soreness under my ribs. It grew more insistent the longer I was away. I need to feel her soft flesh against mine for a few more seconds to ease the ache.
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 know how my 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 means she was 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.
“Keep doing that, Reed. It eases my shame to know you’re enjoying this too.”
“Don’t feel ashamed. I’m loving every second of this. But this is about you. Take what you need from me.”
I suckle the fleshy part of her earlobe, wondering if it still heightens her pleasure like it did a few years ago.
“Oh my god,” she screams, digging her fingernails into my shoulders.
Affirmative. Her earlobe is still sensitive.
I suck a little harder on the tender flesh, indulging myself with two more pumps of my hips against her. When I force myself to stop, I inhale deeply. She smells like my shampoo, which is oddly arousing.
Her legs squeeze mine, and her thrashing becomes erratic. “Yes, Reed. Holy shit. I’m gonna come.”
“Damn right you are.”
Her keens turn into high-pitched whimpers as she hurtles over the edge. “I’m coming. Oh my god, Reed. Yes, yes, yes. Shit, yes.”
For the second time today, Lila reaches her orgasm in the nick of time, narrowly sparing me from coming in my pants.
“Thank you.” She releases a satisfied exhale that’s tinged with one final moan. “Give me a minute.”
“For what?” I ask, peppering her jawline with feathery kisses.
“Until the urge comes back. It isn’t gone yet. I can tell. That wasn’t enough.”
Fuck.
No way my boxers will be saved from a wet fate a third time.