Chapter 20
20
Torrin
“W ell, I’ll leave you two to your movie marathon.” Sophie stands from the sofa. “We’re going to bed.” She smiles and then heads back to Travis’s room. I hear the lock turn, and I know they won’t be coming out for a while. It looks like she wants to finish off their date. She’s really into him, and that makes me very happy.
I turn to Luke sitting over on the love seat. He looks tense. His eyes tight around the edges. Jaw ticking at the side. I don’t know what he’s thinking. He looks mad. Probably because we almost got caught. That was close. But thankfully, it didn’t seem like they heard anything. They were both acting completely normal, and had they heard, that wouldn’t have been the case.
“Do you want me to head out?” I ask. “We can watch the movie some other time?” It looks like he’s uncomfortable with me being here. I just don’t want him to change his mind about us. With that close call, he may be second-guessing things. He may think we need to quit while we’re ahead. And maybe we should.
He gets up off the chair and comes over, grabbing the remote from the table. “No. I don’t want you to leave.” He plops down next to me, his huge thigh right up against mine, and he turns the TV on, flipping through his account until he gets to our movie. “Would you mind handing me that?” He points to the throw blanket that’s folded over the armrest I’m up against. I hand it over, and he places it over our laps, turning his attention right back to the TV.
I wish I knew what he was thinking. My stomach is stirring anxiously. I can’t even focus on the movie. I’m not sure how long I stare blankly at the screen, but when I feel his hand on my thigh, it snaps me out of my nervous haze. His fingers start stroking lightly over my skin, inching higher as they go. I look over, but his eyes are still attuned to the screen. “Better be a good girl and keep quiet.”
The whisper has my stomach clenching, knowing what’s about to come. I swallow hard on a nod. I won’t make a peep.
His fingers run higher, inching closer and closer. And then he’s there, slipping his hand down the front of my shorts, sliding right to my clit. I bite down on my lip, fighting to hold in my gasp as he makes contact. His fingers know exactly what they’re doing. They torture me sweetly, rubbing me into a puddle of need.
“Spread your legs, Torre.”
I’m eager to please. Eager to get more. As soon as I split my thighs, he slides his fingers down through my folds. Rubbing against my entrance until it opens for him. His two fingers tease their way inside, pushing in slowly. I shut my eyes. Clenching my jaw so the moan doesn’t slip out. It feels so good. The pressure is building as he pumps. A gush of my need floods his fingers, and he groans.
I open my eyes, turning my head. He’s the one who needs to be quiet.
“God, you’re so wet, babe. And so damn tight.” He shifts in closer. “Pull the blanket down and show it to me.”
“We can’t, Luke. What if they come out? Let’s go to your room.”
“Shh.” He shakes his head. “Just let me see you real quick.”
I arch back as his fingers pump in deeper. Curling up and hitting a spot that has me writhing.
“Show her to me, babe.”
I slowly pull the blanket back and then tug down my shorts, showing him my wet lips. My plump clit that’s already quivering.
“God, you’re so swollen.”
His teeth sink down into his lip, breathing out heavily. His finger slides up, slowly flicking across my clit. Rubbing it back and forth. “This sexy little thing is poking right out.” I’m about to come. Every flick is building me up. “That’s it, baby. Make a mess of that little pussy, so I can clean it up with my tongue while I jerk off.”
I give him what he wants, soaking myself to the point there might be a wet spot on his leather couch. The pull twists up tighter, he flicks faster, and that’s it. I’m tipping over, gripping onto his shirt as the shocks plunder through. He leans in, crashing to my mouth, sucking down my whimpers as he rubs me through every trembling shock. I shift back, needing to catch my breath. It’s just so intense with him. None of the guys I dated could ever get me off. He plays with me for a few minutes, and I’m consumed with pleasure.
“Time for bed.”
His tense words have me opening my eyes, and every feature of his handsome face is rigid. He rises from the couch, and then I’m scooped up into his arms and carried to his room. Where the sweet torture begins all over again, only this time, it’s with his tongue.