Chapter 11 #2
I hang up and stare at my phone for a long while.
You need to shut out all thoughts she’s a sexy woman. She’s Cocoa Puffs, not damn dimples.
Since the house is too big for me to shout, I head upstairs to deliver Noah’s message. I stride to the bathroom I designated for her. The door is ajar. A light cloud of humidity still floats in the air, but there’s no sign of Keira. I trail to her bedroom. The door is closed.
I knock.
No answer.
I knock again.
I press my ear to the door, but it’s quiet. “Keira.”
Still no answer.
I turn the knob and when I open the door my whole world unravels.
A naked beauty is curled up on her side passed out to the world.
My eyes narrow, my pulse thunders, and my cock aches at the glorious sight.
Shit.
My jaw tightens.
Any tighter and my teeth will crack.
God, she’s beautiful.
When she’s sleeping like this, she isn’t Keira the ball-breaking smart mouth. She’s Keira, the sweet and vulnerable little lamb.
Stop staring, you fool.
Allowing my eyes to linger on my best friend’s little sister’s naked body is a speedy way to shorten my life.
My head gets it.
The rest of me?
Not so much.
If I stand here one more second, I’ll come in my jeans.
Step away from the landmine.
I’m about to close the door behind me when I notice her precarious position at the foot of the bed.
If she falls, that’s gonna hurt.
I approach her and reach for the white towel she’s sleeping on to cover her nakedness.
Damn, it’s damp.
Maybe if I can scoop her in my arms gently enough, I can ease her further onto the bed and make her safe. I drop to my haunches, gently touch one hand to her shoulder.
Bad idea.
There’s no escaping the softness of her skin against my fingers or the faint rumbling of her breath catching sharply in her chest.
God, I’d revel in the softness of her perfect skin.
Unable to help myself, I inhale deeply.
Notes from her lavender products tickle my nostrils.
My eyes fall to her perky, soft tits, capped with mouthwatering pink nipples. They’re begging to be sucked. And by God, I want to be the one to suck them.
I can’t help my gaze from traveling south.
A full bush.
It’s not something you see often in LA. I like it on her.
I can imagine sliding my tongue––
She’s Noah’s sister.
Not a conquest.
Get your head in the game.
Snapping out of it, I resume my mission.
I slide one hand under her bunched-up shoulder, and…
I freeze when she lets out a moan.
“That’s good,” she says, “that’s real good…”
She’s dreaming.
Be still my pounding heart.
I’m about to try to move her, but she stretches, and I’m frozen once again.
“Yummy,” she says and curls up again.
I wonder what she’s dreaming about—cock or cake?
Get on with it, man.
Right. Focus. A little shove.
But no.
She turns towards me, her breasts coming into view, so close, so beautiful.
So damn…
“Do that again.” She wraps her arms around my neck.
Then she snores. Nuzzles her nose right in the crook of my neck and snores.
Jesus Christ.
If she wakes up now, I’m sure she’ll scream the place down.
Crap.
Let go, dimples.
“No,” she says and lets out a sexy as fuck moan.
Her plea travels straight to my balls, a reminder I’ve gone without for too long.
I need to get out of here.
I give it another go, try to edge her back a little.
The outcome is the last thing I needed.
Keira’s lips stroke my cheek, her soft, warm breath caressing my face.
Fuck.
She moans again, sending tingles dancing through my balls and my cock swelling.
My pulse is racing, my breath ragged.
Wild thoughts cloud my judgment.
The beast inside of me roars for release between her soft legs, and I’m seconds away from giving in to the forbidden temptation when by a miracle of God, sanity hits me upside the head.
What the fuck are you doing?
If I don’t escape this perilous situation, I’m doomed.
I untangle Keira’s arms from around my neck.
She grumbles her displeasure, but she’s still lost to dreamland. When she rolls over and snuggles the pillow, I do a mental victory lap.
Mission accomplished.
My eyes land on a word tattoo I noticed when she was walking in front of me when I picked her up at the airport. I’m pretty sure I know what prompted her to etch her skin in ink, but we haven’t talked about it yet. With everything that’s happened today, it slipped my mind.
I grab the top sheet and cover her with it, but not before soaking in her blinding beauty one last time.
It’s a dick move, but I can’t help it.
I back away, my jaw tight and my cock hard as my eyes still linger on that peachy ass.
Once I’m outside her bedroom, I practically kick open the door to my own bedroom. Once I’m inside, I powerwalk to the bathroom, turn on the light with my elbow and close the door in a well-coordinated move.
I lean against the door, close my eyes, and hang my head low.
I’m a thirty-one-year-old successful executive, but you’d never know by the way I’m pining after my best friend’s little sister like an awkward teenage boy.
I don’t want to fuck Keira.
I don’t want to fuck Keira.
Fuuuuck. I want to fuck Keira.
I’ve been crushing on her for years, but always managed to keep my desire in check. Noah’s presence was the constant reminder she was the last woman on earth I should be lusting after. Now that we’re living under the same roof––and Noah is nowhere in sight––I don’t know what to do with myself.
I huff with frustration.
My cock is hard enough to cut diamonds.
I’m in agony, desperate for release.
I push off the door and strip on my way to the shower.
“Jesus.” I groan as I pull my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs, freeing my eager cock.
I turn on the water and step under the rainfall showerhead.
Fuck, it’s cold. Too cold.
I adjust the temperature to something more bearable.
I want to tame my dirty mind, not freeze my nuts off.
Warm water rolls off me as my eyes fix on my cock that’s as hard as titanium steel.
I need salvation.
I slide my hand down the firm ridges of my stomach until my fist closes around my cock. I squeeze the head and groan.
My need is pressing.
My balls aching.
It won’t take much for me to shoot my load because the sight of Keira’s naked body is the most sinful thing I’ve seen in a long while. The image is permanently seared into my mind and safely tucked away into my spank bank.
I stroke myself, my hand pumping my fat cock at a frantic pace.
I grunt every time my hand slides back up over my tip.
With each stroke, the fucker seems to thicken and lengthen.
This isn’t the first time I’ve jacked off with Keira as the object of my desire––I’ve done it too many times to count––but this is the first time I’ve been within shouting distance of her while taking my pleasure.
I want her.
Bad.
I want her in my bed, her lips swollen from my ravishing kisses, her eyes hooded from having her pussy fucked, her body mellowed out from multiple orgasms. I want her on her knees with her pleading hazel-green eyes up to mine as she takes care of my cock between her luscious lips.
Scratch that.
After years of longing, I’d have no other choice but to fuck her sweet mouth until I explode in the back of her throat. She’d struggle to swallow every single drop of me.
One hand against the tiles, my fist tightens around my cock and I pump hard, twisting my palm at the head the way that always does it for me.
I stroke faster, eliciting a series of curses.
I’m no longer in control.
The buildup brewing at the pit of my stomach is intoxicating, causing my balls to pulse.
I stroke with more desperate determination.
“Shit,” I say through gritted teeth.
My pulse races as I flash back to the carnal images of Keira from earlier—her in my boxer briefs, her in that sexy as fuck kimono and chemise, her with a towel wrapped around her chest, and her naked and vulnerable. My God, those pink nipples.
My hand slides up and down every thick inch of my cock. Each stroke is pleasure and pain.
I groan as I pick up speed.
So damn close.
So damn fucking close.
My balls tighten, heavy and ready to explode.
One firm stroke.
Two.
Three.
God.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I don’t even recognize my own voice.
It belongs to another man.
One nearing the deep end.
One consumed by lust.
One who doesn’t give a damn if his inappropriate thoughts fan desires he has no business having.
Goddammit.
The world blurs around me. There’s only my desire for her and my throbbing cock ready to explode.
My hand moves faster, and I groan as my balls tighten.
My abs contract as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I explode, my release blasting from my swollen head. My body jerks, one leg trembling as every nerve ending comes to life in a furious rush.
“Christ.” I brace myself against the wall to avoid falling to my knees.
Hot cum jets out onto the tiles in a translucent splattering gush as I suck in a long shuddering breath.
My head hangs down as the water pelts my back, my mind spinning as I struggle to regulate my heartbeat.
Then, reality slaps me across the face.
I’m still hard.
My much-needed release didn’t even put a dent into the perverse thoughts still bouncing around in my head.
I doubt anything will until I have her.
If I have her.
“I’m fucked.”
I need to get my head out of my ass.
Noah asked me to watch over his little sister, not fuck her into oblivion.