Chapter 14
14
Torrin
I take a deep breath, rushing to Sophie’s car. I can’t believe that just happened. I can’t believe he kissed me. It was more than a kiss. It was tongues, hands, and his cock fucking me dry against the wall.
Sophie climbs in, looking over. “Is he really mad?”
I don’t know what he is. All I know is that he kissed me. And it was the most incredible kiss I’ve ever had.
“I can’t believe you said that about going to the Pike party.” She starts the car. “He looked livid.”
Yeah, I know. I’m still feeling that anger tingling between my legs and soaking my panties.
“He was pissed.” He was so pissed he was punishing me with his cock. I don’t know if the anger is what drove him to it or if he truly wanted me. I swallow down the lump of confusion, trying to clear the rasp from my throat. I wonder if my lips are swollen. Thankfully, her eyes are glued to the road as she pulls out.
“Maybe next time you should listen to him.”
I still can’t even think straight. My thoughts are all over the place. My heart is racing. My lungs are struggling to take in a full breath. I feel like I’m going to overheat. I reach over and turn on her AC, blasting it on high.
“I didn’t know Lukas was roommates with my TA,” she starts talking again, and I try to focus on her words. Roommate .
“Oh, yeah. Travis is a TA.”
“Yeah. He’s the one who gave me a B on my assignment.” She’s talking about grades now and I’m freaking the fuck out. I made out with my stepbrother. And this time, it wasn’t a dream, nor was I hallucinating. It was so real. And so fiercely hot. I felt that kiss everywhere.
“Travis had asked me to this party tonight. He told me I needed to have fun.”
So, even she was invited and I wasn’t.
“You could’ve stayed,” I offer blankly, struggling to hold this conversation. I wonder what would’ve happened if I were still locked in that room with Lukas. I wonder how far he would’ve gone. I felt how much he wanted me.
“No.” She quickly shakes her head. “I don’t do parties. Or guys.”
I nod in agreement, looking out the window, trying to grab a hold of my thoughts. Tether them down so I can make sense of what just happened. I focus on the streetlights, trying to count them to calm myself. My phone buzzes in my pocket, nearly making me jump in my seat.
Lukas: Are you okay?
Am I okay? I don’t know what I am. I’m so confused. And there’s this intense need throbbing between my legs. Nothing feels okay at the moment.
Lukas: I’m sorry, Torre.
He thinks I’m upset. Like he forced me into it. That definitely was not the case.
Me: You don’t need to apologize. It’s not like you forced me.
Lukas: I shouldn’t have crossed a line. I’m supposed to be your big brother and look out for you. I’m so fucking sorry.
I hate that he’s beating himself up about this. I am just as much to blame for what happened as he is. Maybe he took the lead, but for weeks, make that months , I’ve been wanting him to touch me. And the moment his lips landed on mine, it was like a flood of relief, and all the sexual tension that had been building up in my system exploded.
Me: I wanted you to kiss me. I’ve wanted it for a while.
Lukas: Fuck, Torre. You can’t say shit like that. We’re family. It’s wrong.
And yet nothing felt wrong about that kiss. I felt it all the way to my bones. This surge of sparks zapping over every nerve ending in my body. It was lust and need burning together and it was so perfect. I wanted him to tear off my clothes and fuck me up against that wall. I wanted him to take my virginity and own my innocence. God, I feel flushed.
Me: We’re not blood related.
Though, it’s a pitiful excuse. We are family. We have been family for years. It’s just impossible to see him in that light anymore. All I see is the guy I’m obsessed with. Smart. Sweet. Protective. And so achingly hot I can’t see past him. I haven’t noticed a single other guy on this campus.
Lukas: Doesn’t matter what our DNA says. You’re still my sister.
Me: I know. I just can’t shut the feelings off. I’ve tried, Luke. Believe me, I’ve tried. But nothing works.
And after that kiss, things will never go back to the way they were. All I’m ever going to think about when I’m with him is how I want more.
Lukas: It can’t happen again, Torre. We need to forget it ever did.
Deep down, I know he’s right. But how? How am I ever supposed to forget? It’s seared into my soul.
Me: What if I can’t, Luke? What if every time we’re together, it’s all I can think about? Your mouth pressed against mine. Your big hands running over my body. Sliding down, touching between my legs. What if I can’t stop it? What if I can’t stop wanting you to fuck me?
My phone immediately starts ringing, and my heart starts racing faster.
Sophie pulls into a parking space in the dorm lot and shuts off the car. “Is that Luke?”
I nod.
“I’ll let you talk to him in private.” She climbs out, heading into our building, and I shakily swipe my screen.
“Hello?”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes. I’m in the car. Sophie went inside.”
“You can’t fucking talk like that, Torre.” His voice is ragged. Breathless. Seething through the line. “We need to forget this ever happened.”
“I can’t stop it, Luke.” My voice is just as breathless. Everything is burning hot. “It’s like a sickness. Every thought. Every dream. It’s suffocating. I need you to cure me. I can’t go on like this. Just make it go away.”
My sanity is slipping. I don’t know what to do anymore.
“Fuck, Torre. Why do you have to be so goddamn tempting? I’m not supposed to want you so fucking much.”
A thrill courses through me. A relief in knowing I’m not the only one suffering. That I’m not the only one pained with these forbidden thoughts.
“Please, Lukas.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for. All I know is that I need the ache to stop.
“Why can’t you ever just behave? Huh? Why can’t you ever just do as your told? You weren’t supposed to come tonight. You weren’t supposed to be here.” I squirm in my seat, desperate for some friction to ease the pain. “I should hang up the fucking phone. I should tell you to get your ass inside, but that’s not going to happen, is it? I’m going to sit here and listen to you fuck that little pussy.” The tingles ricochet in my stomach, soaking my panties even more. “You’re going to run your fingers between your legs, Torre. I want to hear you scream for me.”
I nearly scream for him on the spot as the pulsing ache tightens. I unfasten the button of my jeans and slip my fingers right down the front, finally getting the pressure on the spot where I need it most. “I’m doing as I’m told now,” I pant, rubbing over my clit. “I’m being a good girl, Luke.”
“Fuck.” His groan echoes the rush of heat that’s singeing me alive. “I think you’re a naughty girl, Torrin.” I can hear him shifting on the line, and then the sound of a zipper going down in the background. He’s touching himself too. He’s being just as naughty. “Tell me how wet you are, Torre. How slick is that little cunt?”
I slide my fingers lower, gliding right over my slick skin and down lower, and lower, until I’m at my entrance. Pressing them inside. Letting out another gasp as the pleasure tightens from within. “I’m soaked,” I moan. “I made a mess of my panties, Luke.”
“I bet you did,” he grunts, and I can hear him pick up the pace of his stroking. The fast wisping of skin on skin. “And I bet you’re nice and swollen too. Is that little clit poking out?”
Oh God. His mouth. His words alone have the power to bring me to the edge. I slide my fingers back through my folds, and up, circling around a very swollen clit. Working myself up until I can’t take the teasing anymore, then I squeeze two fingers around the swollen bud and give it a pinch.
“It’s never been this plump, Luke. Or this sensitive.”
I rub it faster. Little circles, around and around. Feeling the pull drawing closer, inching me up to the peak. The shucking sound gaining speed. His low grunts causing a mess between my legs. I’m going to walk inside with a wet stain on my pants.
“I bet you’re clicking it fast, aren’t you, Torre? I bet you like it a little rough.”
“Lukas!” I’m about to shatter. It’s so close. The pulsing throb beating faster. The pleasure drawing in tighter and tighter.
“That’s it, babe. Be a good girl and come for me.”
The dam breaks, and my orgasm comes flooding in. My body is wracked with the intensity of the shocks. Rocking me in my seat. And in the background is the sound of my name being grunted on a low moan.
It’s all so overwhelming. My system racing with pleasure. Heady, all-consuming heat coursing through every vein. Every thought. It pulses and pulses, coming to a steady rolling throb. A low simmer, and I slump back against the seat. Catching my breath. Steadying my thoughts. I can’t believe we just did that. And I can’t believe I don’t have a single ounce of regret.
“You still there, Torre?”
“Yes, I’m still here. A little tired now. That was intense, Luke.”
“Yeah, it was. Listen, Torrin. I want you to get some rest, but tomorrow, we need to talk.”
I don’t like the sound of that. There’s something in his voice riddling my nerves. I may not have any regrets, but it sounds like he does.
“Thank you for making it all better,” I tell him, not knowing what else to say. He doesn’t need to feel bad about what we did, if that’s what’s troubling him. I’m not scarred or anything. In fact, I’ve never been better. “I love you, Luke.”
“I love you too.”
Though I doubt he means it in the way I want him to.