Chapter 13
LUKE
I stood, holding the glass, staring at Aspen. Naked, half covered with her sheet.
FUCK! I ran a hand over my face.
I was a perv. I was going to hell. I was an asshole for even peeking at her.
I was also horny as fuck and Aspen was fucking gorgeous.
I set the glass down on her little bedside table–beside her alarm clock, hair ties, and photo of Sierra as a toddler.
I flung her top and leggings to the floor, snagged her tiny lace thong, and pulled her bedding up and over her. She mumbled, then rolled over, her hair fanning out on her pillow.
Turning again, I went to her bathroom, flicked on the light. Eyed myself in the mirror.
“What the hell are you doing, Graham?”
Reaching down, I went to grip my dick and realized I was still holding her thong.
I growled. It was damp and I brought it to my nose. Took a deep breath and shut my eyes. I knew the source of that scent. How it tasted. How it felt under my tongue. How it felt wrapped around me.
Pre-cum spurted from said dick. I pushed the elastic of both my shorts and underwear down and my dick sprang free.
Turning my head, I glanced into the other room, then quietly shut the door.
I was going to hell. No, I was being a good guy. I wasn’t fucking Aspen. Hell, I’d barely touched her and not in a sexual way. A guy shouldn’t get a medal for doing the right thing, but a man had his limits. So did my dick.
I was the guy who was going to rub one out all over a woman’s panties.
If Sam only knew. If word of this got out…
I glanced at my reflection again.
I had Aspen’s wet thong in my hand and my balls were aching with the need to be emptied.
Gripping the base of my dick, I stroked it from root to tip, rubbing my thumb over the head.
I hissed, began stroking faster thinking of Aspen and how she’d looked when I sank into her the other night.
How her eyes had widened as she took all of me. As she clenched as she came. As she–
“Fuck!” I whisper-groaned, using Aspen’s panties to catch my cum as it spurted from me.