Chapter 10
Malcolm
I pull my hand away from June’s cheek and lay it in my lap.
What’s my next move? The possibilities seem endless.
Your next move is to leave her the fuck alone.
I ignore that voice as I stare at her face, the fan’s low whirring and her soft snores the only sounds breaking the quiet.
She didn’t stir when I sat on the bed and touched her just now. What else can I get away with? I’m tempted to yell her name to test how deeply she’s asleep. That’s risky. She might startle awake and get freaked out that I’m in her room. Paul will hear about it the next day.
I just have to go for it. Do the things I’ve been wanting to do. Some things, not everything. Not the one I want to do the most. That’s a line—a ravine—I can’t cross.
My gaze fixed on her face, I lay my hand on her shoulder and slide it down her arm. Her skin is as soft as it looks, so smooth and warm against my palm.
I lift her hand and kiss the backs of her slim fingers, turning her hand to press another one to her palm. I hold her wrist to my nose and close my eyes, savouring her creamy smell.
“Cocoa butter is my favourite scent now because of you.”
I stand, my heart pounding hard as I peel the sheet from June’s body like I’m defusing a bomb. It’s not that different. One wrong move and I’m done for.
It’s like a recce job some years back. Enemy scouts spotted our unit and opened fire. It was two long days of hauling ass to stay ahead of them. They outnumbered us, and we were dead if they caught up.
If June were to wake up and catch me, she would tell her father, and all my training wouldn’t save me. Paul would kill me deader than dead. He wouldn’t care that I’ve been like a brother to him for almost thirty years. After all, I didn’t care about our history when I touched his daughter.
June is only wearing a loose white tank top and black underwear patterned with pink hearts. One glance at her bare legs and blood rushes south of my navel. My gaze dips to her feet and I kneel beside the bed to worship them with more kisses.
Excitement makes me bolder. I slip my lips over her pretty toes. June would be disgusted if she were to wake up this second and catch me sucking on her toes like they were dipped in honey.
She remains completely unaware, even when I suck harder to test her reaction. I pull my mouth from her toes and climb onto the bed, satisfied by her still face.
“Then I guess you won’t mind if I suck somewhere else.”
Oh, I’m sure she’d mind. Quite a lot, if she ever found out. But she never will. She’ll never know.
I roll June onto her back. Her snores continue undisturbed. Again, I question my next move. It’s hard to think with all these feelings swirling around inside me. Lust, anticipation, fear, disgust. The last one is the strongest.
I’ve never done anything like this before. Never even thought about doing it. Up until tonight, I’ve always preferred a woman who’s wide awake and able to moan her consent from beginning to end.
During mandatory attendance classes on base, instructors educated us on sexual misconduct and power imbalances. Just because they didn’t say no doesn’t mean it’s a yes. We were even given examples of good touch and bad touch.
So far, I’ve only done bad touches to June. I can still walk away with the last tiny piece of my morals intact.
I stroke her leg. “You don’t know what you do to me, what you make me want to do to you.”
She doesn’t know that I want her so much, I’m willing to commit a serious crime just for one short, sinful moment with her.
I’ve come too far to stop now. I can’t walk away from this opportunity, no matter what my conscience says.
Tonight’s the night.
I’ll finally have a taste of my sweet little Jujube.
Gently, I grasp her shins and pry her legs apart. My hard cock pulses at the view between June’s thighs. The shape of her pussy is visible through the black cotton covering it. I rub myself over my underwear and groan.
“Oh my god.”
Overcome with lust, I drag kisses up June’s shins to her thighs, my excitement climbing the higher I go and the closer I get to my target. When I finally press my face to her pussy, I shudder with arousal at her scent.
Fuck. My cock is threatening to rip through my underwear. I’m desperate to tear her panties off and slide deep inside her. I can’t. I can’t fuck her. What I’m doing is bad enough. Going that far is too fucking wrong.
“Just a taste, baby, I promise.”
I lie on my stomach, then hook my fingers into the crotch of her panties and pull it aside. Look at that. So plump and pretty, tantalizing pinkness peeking out through her seam.
With two fingers, I spread her lips for a naughtier examination and sweep my thumb over her clit. June lets out a soft groan. I freeze and snap my gaze up to her face. Her eyes are closed, her breathing even, but her lips are slightly parted.
Thank fuck. She’s still asleep.
That was probably a warning I should stop. I roll my thumb over her clit again, watching her face. She lets out another groan.
“Oh, you liked that?” I wish she could say yes. “What about this?”
After I breathe on her pussy, I lean forward and give it a long, slow lick. June groans again, slightly moving her hips. I groan too. My first taste of her makes me want more. I press my face closer, lick her pussy harder, wrap my lips around her clit and suck it with firm tugs while lapping it.
This is wrong as hell but also fucking incredible. I’m eating my best friend’s daughter’s pussy and it’s the best thing I ever had in my mouth.
June’s groans and slight movements indicate she could wake up any second. I’m too hungry for her to give a fuck. I’m committed now.
I throw caution over my shoulder, just like I do to her panties after I tug them off. The unobstructed view of June’s pussy floods my body with more lust. My mouth on her little fleshy button made it fatter and her lips glisten with my saliva.
“You’re making my cock hurt just from looking at you.”
It’s trapped under me, stiff and aching to be inside her. I resist that need and hook my arms under her thighs.
Holding her legs wide open, I resume my filthy feasting on her sweet pussy while she’s deep in sleep. June rocks her hips in a languid motion, her hands twitching, more soft groans escaping her parted lips.
I love that I’m giving her pleasure, even if it’s against her will. She probably thinks she’s having a dirty dream. If only she knew it’s real. That if she were to open her eyes, she’ll catch her dad’s best friend eating her pussy like he’s been starving for years.
“Baby, you’re the tastiest fucking thing in the world,” I groan, my lips moving against her.
I turn my head to enjoy her at different angles, fasten my mouth over her and suck her pussy lips, stick my tongue inside and fuck it into her softness.
Fuck. It’s like I’m licking a plate clean after a delicious meal. I don’t want to miss a spot. This is my one and only chance and I’m making it count.
She’s slick and warm when I probe her entrance with my finger. I ease it into her and June moans louder this time. It’s so fucking sexy, I’m tormented by the sound. My cock pulses with jealousy as her tight heat grips my finger.
She’s still asleep, but as I squeeze a second finger inside her, I wish she would wake up and give me permission to fuck her. I barely resist shaking her awake and begging her to let me do it.
I press hungry kisses to her inner thigh and mash my mouth to her pussy. My pre-cum makes a slippery spot in my underwear while I lick and suck her, and pump my fingers into her. I hump the bed, using that bit of stimulation to soothe my tortured dick.
She’s a hot vise clamped around my fingers. The wet sounds we make together are filthy as fuck. My lips smacking against her flesh, my slurping suction on her pussy lips, the soft, repetitive squish my fingers make as I thrust them into her body.
“Mm… fuck… my sweet girl got so juicy for me.”
June moans, a growing tremble in her thighs. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as I firmly suck and lap her clit.
Holy shit. She’s about to come.
Even though it might wake her up, I want her to do it. There needs to be some good in this very wrong thing I’m doing to her.
I lick her insistently, curving my fingers up and rubbing that textured spot inside her. My sweet June comes on my face. Her soft moans and gasps fill the room as she spasms around my fingers. She trembles hard, her pussy rubbing up on my mouth and chin.
I didn’t think it was possible to become more aroused. I was wrong. I’m going crazy with lust, desperate for satisfaction. I keep licking her and pumping my fingers into her, determined to make her orgasm last as long as possible.
When she finally goes still and quiet, I pull away and crawl on top of her. I’m careful not to crush her as I press my lower half between her legs. My forehead against her warm neck, I groan as I rut against her, overwhelmed with need for her.
“I want to fuck you so bad. More than anything.”
My underwear is the only barrier between us. I’m panting and shaking, fighting so fucking hard not to pull my cock out and push it deep inside her wet and waiting pussy. How I’m feeling right now, there’s no way I’d be gentle about it. I would slam right in and the force might wake her up.
I pull back to resist temptation again and shove up her tank top. Her tits bounce free and I pause to admire her bare flesh.
They’re full enough for my hands, tipped with rose brown circles I can’t wait to suck. I might be biased, but every part of June’s body I’ve seen so far is pure perfection.
I lower my head and claim one in my mouth. When her nipple hardens from my hungry sucking, I swirl my tongue around it and flick it.
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted on soft moans. I can make-believe she’s aware of what I’m doing and loves it as much as I do.
At least her body does.
I get proof of that when I slip my hand between her legs and find her soaking wet.
Her tight heat around my fingers again makes me groan around her breast in my mouth. My hips move as I fuck June’s tight pussy with my fingers while I bob my head back and forth, sucking hard on her firm, plump nipples.
My mouth makes a noisy slurp when I pull it from her breast. I slip my fingers out of her and press my face to her neck, my chest heaving.
“Baby… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.”
When I pull my cock free from my underwear, it takes the last dregs of my willpower not to guide it to June’s pussy. Instead, I raise myself to my knees and jerk off.
I’m hot and rigid in my palm, my cockhead so sensitive, I shudder when I touch it. I’m aroused as fuck, but the view of my best friend’s daughter’s well-sucked tits and her wet, pink pussy is fuel to the fire burning in my gut.
Some energetic strokes get me to the finish line. I bend over June and grunt, my cum shooting out of me onto her stomach.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, shuddering as I continue stroking my cock.
I wish more than ever I was inside her. I would’ve been putting my baby inside her belly instead of spilling my cum on top of it.
When I’m spent, I sit back on my haunches, my heart pounding as I struggle to catch my breath. The bliss eventually fades, taking my arousal with it, and I’m clearheaded again.
Tonight, when June needed my protection, I took advantage of her while she slept. I betrayed her trust and committed an indictable offence.
I stare at June, waiting for the shame and disgust to come. They don’t this time. I’m triumphant. Fucking proud. My cum on her body is my mark. A claim.
After I clean her stomach and put back on her underwear, I return to the pillow on the living room floor. I stare up at the stucco ceiling as I replay what I did to June. Fresh arousal makes me hard again.
I was wrong.
A little taste isn’t enough.
I want all of her.
At last, I’m finally drifting off to sleep, and that’s when I figure out a way to make June mine.