Chapter 17
17
Lukas
I drive straight home, the tension riding my every thought. As soon as we get to my house, I’m dragging her out of my truck and straight to my room, locking the door behinds us.
“Travis is in the next room, so you better not make a single peep.” The last thing I need is for him to be woken to the sound of my sister’s little moans. As soon as he finds out I have Torrin in here, he’ll want to arrest my ass. Or kick my ass. Or both. Hell, I want to kick my ass.
I should’ve let her drive away. I shouldn’t have followed her. I should’ve let her walk into her building and tuck herself into bed, but I didn’t, did I? I snatched her up and brought her back to my place. And now I’m going to do exactly what I swore I wouldn’t.
“What are you doing, Luke? Why’d you bring me here?”
“Because your stubborn little ass won’t stop taunting me.” I close in. “You just can’t behave and do as you’re told, can you? You have to tempt me every step of the way. And now, I can’t fucking stop. Take off your clothes, Torre, and get in bed.”
Her eyes get big, and her pretty cheeks fill with a blush of heat. But instead of doing as she’s told, she steps forward, cocking her chin. “That’s not how this works, Lukas. I’m not going to be another one of your whores who you fuck and then kick to the curb in the morning.”
She is not a whore, but what happens in the light of the new sun, I have no fucking clue. I know what should happen. I should take her back right now before things go any further and protect her from my sinful thoughts, but I can’t even fight it anymore.
“You aren’t like the other girls, Torre. Why do you think I’m fighting this so damn hard? I know how this is going to end, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you. We aren’t allowed to be together. Not because of how I feel or what I want, but because of our parents. But I can’t stop it. I want you so fucking much, it’s like I’m going mad.”
She reaches for the hem of her shirt and slowly pulls it up, slipping it over her head, letting it drop to the ground. Her leggings slide down next, revealing inch after inch of her sexy toned legs. She steps out of them and is left in nothing but her little bra and panties. Light pink. Innocent. Just like her.
The lust runs down my spine, curling around my shaft. My balls tighten right up, already throbbing for release. She reaches behind her back, her eyes unwavering as they stare right into mine. Piercing my every nerve with the fire that’s burning in their depths. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want her. I’ve never felt like my sanity was going to slip away unless I had a taste. Her bra falls to the floor, and I nearly lose my balance, grabbing my dresser to keep myself steady. Her breasts are perfect. Round. Full. Rosy little peaks puckered up tight. Begging me to warm them with my lips. Begging me to wrap my tongue around them and nurse the pleasure from her sinful body.
A rumble leaves my chest as my lungs heave in and out. Sweat forming over my brow. My heart pounding like a bass. She slips her fingers into her panties and slides them down her legs, and I bite down on my fist to keep the groan at bay. My roommate’s asleep in the next room, and I can’t have him knowing who I’m about to pin to my mattress. I don’t want him stopping me. Not right now. Not when her perfect little pussy comes into view.
She keeps it bare. Not a single strand of hair covering any part of her pink, glistening lips. And that swollen little nub is plumped up, needing to be sucked on. She walks backwards. Slow measured steps that tease my cock as her folds part with every single movement. She stops when she gets to my bed then climbs on. Legs spread. Showing me exactly how wet she is. Exactly how swollen that little clit is as it pokes out proudly from its hiding place. It’s a million times more incredible than what I had imagined. The real her far exceeds the dream.
Fuck me. Why did God have to make the ripest, most perfect fruit a sin for me to have? My little forbidden girl is too tempting to resist. I stalk forward and stop, staring down into her beautiful blue depths. I know I’m going straight to hell. But there’s nothing I want more than to have her.
I reach for her chin, tipping her head up, studying the way her pretty neck slopes down to the curve of her collarbone. Her pulse at the base ticking fast. Racing with nerves…and with need. “I’ve never been this desperate for a taste, Torre.” I run my fingers back to the base of her head and grip her hair tight, tugging her head back. “I’m going to bury my tongue between your legs, and you’re going to be a good little girl and come for me.” She lets out a moan. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip to smother the sound, but I felt it all the way down to the end of my shaft. Cum leaking right out the tip.
I lean down, stealing a kiss from her plump lips as my free hand works to get my jeans off. Her tongue plays tag with mine, both of us chasing the other down. The way she kisses me sears my senses with a fiery hunger, scorching my nerves with flames. She lets out a whimper, her thighs trying to close to get some friction.
I pull back, reaching between her knees and split them apart. Her pussy is weeping for me, crying for me to release the pain. I drop to my knees, and lean forward, pressing a kiss right over her swollen little clit. A gasp falls from her lips as she bucks up into my touch and I pull back. “Remember what I said, Torre. You need to be a good girl and keep quiet.” I place another kiss down, swiping my tongue across her sensitive nub and stealing another taste. She tastes like fresh innocence. Sweet and fucking incredible.
I swoop down, needing more. Lapping over her skin. Licking up every drop between her folds. She’s squirming against the sheets, struggling to keep quiet. I love to see how desperate she is. The need is strained in every single one of her features. She’s so close I can taste it dripping on my tongue. I smother my lips against her, my cock about to tear through my boxers. She clenches up. Her hips rising off the bed, and I grip around her thighs, holding her in place as she rides her storm.
She shatters against my tongue. Arching up. Her body rocked hard with the shocks. I hold steady, sucking harder, wanting her to feel every lasting pulse. Her pussy is perfection. Squirting down my chin. Trembling against my lips. She slumps back against the mattress, and I know she’s spent.
I take one last taste then crawl up, brushing her sweaty hair off her face. Her cheeks are brightly flushed. Eyes still burning heavy. And it’s the prettiest I’ve ever seen her.
“You did good, babe.”
Her lips tip up. Even her cheeks are too tired to smile. “No. You did good.”
I slide in next to her, tucking her into my side. It’s time for bed. “Good night, my sweet girl.”
“What about you, Luke?” Her voice is breathless. Tired. It’s closing in on one in the morning. She needs some sleep. My dick can wait. And I need to make sure that come morning, there are no regrets. Giving her pleasure is one thing, but taking? Once she gets her pretty little hands on me, I don’t think I’ll be able to control the urges. And I know I’ll never be able to let her go. So, for now, for tonight, I’m just going to enjoy having her in my arms.
“I got what I wanted. Now, close your eyes, babe.”
She snuggles in closer, the exhaustion already taking her under, and my chest starts beating faster. The feelings that are stirring are hard to digest. I’ve always loved her as a sister, but the way I’m starting to feel, it runs so much deeper. And it terrifies me. How the hell do I make her mine when the world will never approve? I pull her in closer, squeezing her as tight as I can.