Chapter 6 Leo
LEO
My breathing comes in shallow ragged breaths as I lean against the door of my bedroom trying not to think about Amy soaping herself down in the shower.
I dig my knuckles into my palm, needing to take some of the heat out of my throbbing cock before I stride down the hall and pummel her virgin pussy.
Every fiber of my body is straining against my mind, telling me to go claim my woman. It takes all the restraint I have to listen to that part of my brain that’s still talking reason.
I’ve wanted Amy for so long, but I can’t have her. I can’t do that to Tony. He trusted me to look after his daughter, not fuck her.
My cock’s sticking straight out of my pants, my body telling me that I should be in the shower with her right now soaping down her soft body. Damn, just thinking about her in my shower has me practically coming in my pants.
My cock throbs as I pull it out of my boxers, needing some relief. It only takes two stokes while thinking about Amy’s soapy hand running over her perfect tits before I shoot into my hand with a dissatisfied grunt.
Panting against the door, I feel no relief.
I don’t think I’ll sleep knowing Amy’s down the hall. But at least she’s safe here. I may not be able to have her, but no other fucker will.
I wash up in the bathroom and strip to my boxers before climbing in between the sheets.
I’m sitting up in bed watching a video on my phone when there’s a timid knock at the door. It opens and Amy appears in the doorway wearing nothing but a bath towel wrapped around her body.
The blood instantly pulses to my dick as I take in her bare shoulders, her slick thighs, droplets of water catching on her skin.
“I, um, don’t have anything clean to wear.”
It takes me a moment to realize she’s spoken.
I’m too busy watching a droplet of water as it snakes between her cleavage.
I tear my eyes away and shuffle out of bed sideways, trying to hide my boner, but her eyes dart to it anyway.
They widen when she sees the tent in my boxers, and I cover it with a pillow, doing a silly sideways crab walk to my drawers.
Because that’s what I do. I make jokes when I don’t know how to deal with the situation, and dealing with your best friend’s daughter giving you an aching boner for the second time in a night is about as awkward as it gets.
“You can borrow a t-shirt.”
I fling an old t-shirt at her, and she slides it over her head, letting the towel drop to the floor.
The t-shirt comes up just above her thighs, and I know she’s not wearing underwear underneath, which does nothing to ease the ache in my balls.
“Thanks.”
She turns slowly to the door, and I get a glimpse of butt cheek as the t-shirt rides up. A perfect round peach just waiting to be squeezed. A groan escapes me, and I turn it into a cough.
Amy looks around and bites her lower lip. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Can I sleep in here with you?”
She looks up at me through lowered lashes and I get the feeling she’s trying to seduce me, but she also looks vulnerable and uncertain, reminding me of how young and innocent she is.
“Amy, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
My voice comes out croaky because my throat’s dry and I’m having a hard time swallowing. My eyes are fixed on her body, on where the white t-shirt is sticking to her wet breasts, showing pale skin through the thin fabric.
Her eyes darken with mischief, and she looks down at the pillow I’m holding over my crotch.
“Or maybe it’s the best idea.” She moves toward the bed, and I watch, fascinated by her confidence as much as her body. “I’m not a child anymore, Leo.”
As she says it, she kneels on the bed, crawling on her hands and knees over to where I’m desperately trying to cover the huge boner that’s dripping pre-cum all over my boxers.
“Amy…” It comes out as a rasp because I’m mesmerized by her. The sultry look she’s giving me is what my fantasies have been about for the past several months, ever since she grew those gorgeous breasts.
“Let me show you that I’m a woman.”
She creeps further forward, and I back away from the bed until I run into the dresser on the other side of the room. She’s my best friend’s daughter. I can’t do this. No matter how much my body aches for her.
“I have no doubt you’re a woman, Amy. But I won’t take advantage of you like this.”
She sits back on her haunches and the t-shirt rides up her thighs, giving me a glimpse of springy black hair.
“You won’t be taking advantage. I want you, Leo. I’ve always wanted you. Don’t you know that?”
She looks frustrated and vulnerable, and something clicks inside me. The laughing together, the looks we share—I thought it was one-sided, my obsession with Amy. But I realize she feels it too. Amy wants me. She has feelings for me as strong as the feelings I have for her.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention, but you only ever see me as a kid. I’m not a kid anymore, Leo. I’m a woman.”
As she says it, she pulls the t-shirt over her head and tosses it off the bed. Her breasts hang soft and heavy, with large dark circles around the peaky nipples. My mouth waters, my dick throbs, my chest is heavy, and it’s hard to breathe.
I’ve never wanted another woman the way that I want Amy, and here she is, naked on my bed. If it was any other woman, I’d already be inside her. But she’s not just any woman. She’s my best friend’s daughter and completely forbidden to me.
“I can’t do this, Amy…”
I should look away. I should cover her up and leave the room. But I’m mesmerized by her silky breasts and the challenging look she’s giving me.
“You don’t have to do anything, Leo.”
As she says it, her hand slides over her breasts, finding a dark nipple. She tweaks it in her fingers and a shudder goes through her as the nipple pebbles.
“Amy…” My voice has a warning note to it. I can’t let this happen. Tony would kill me if I debased his daughter.
I grit my teeth and pull on all the military discipline I can muster. “I won’t take advantage of you.”
“You’re not taking advantage of me.” She slides her other hand over her thick thighs and into the space between her legs. “You’re not doing anything to me.”
Technically she’s correct. It doesn’t ease my conscience, but I can’t look away as Amy parts her thighs and strokes her palm over her glistening folds. Her pussy lips peek out from between her fingers, pink and glistening and so fucking tempting.
“I always think about you when I touch myself.”
Her voice is breathy as she strokes herself, one hand working her pussy and the other tugging at her nipples.
My cock jerks against the pillow, and I slide my hand into my boxers, finally giving in to the aching need of my body. Her eyes smile in triumph as she sees me give a long tug to my cock.
“I imagine it’s you rubbing your cock against my pussy.”
The dirty words coming from her innocent mouth send a bolt of pleasure to my cock and a groan from my lips.
“Fuuck, Amy…”
“Do you think of me, Leo? Do you think of me when you’re touching yourself?”
“Baby, you have no idea.”
My mind goes to the things I’ve imagined doing to Amy. Amy on her knees, Amy on her back, Amy up against the wall as I plunge into her. But nothing compares to this moment, to Amy on my bed, pleasuring herself.
Her chest heaves and her breath comes out in shallow gasps as her palm works herself into a frenzy.
“I imagine it’s your hands on me, Leo. You touching me. Only you.”
Her head drops back and her eyes close as she gets close to climax.
“I’ll be the only one to touch you,” I growl. “You’re mine, Amy. Only mine.”
Because there’s no going back from this moment. We’ve crossed a line. I haven’t touched her. I haven’t disrespected my friend. But there is no way I’m letting Amy go now. Whatever it takes, Amy will be mine.
“Yes,” she gasps, “I’m yours, Leo.”
She shudders as she says my name. Her mouth drops open and she cries out, her palm pushing into her center as she comes.
“Mine,” I gasp as hot cum shoots into my palm. My cock spasms as I watch her body tremble with pleasure.
I don’t know how I’m going to square this with Tony, and I don’t care. Amy is mine, and I’m not letting her go.