Reckless

The second I wake up in Cody’s room, I know I’ve screwed up. The house is dark and still, the TV is off in the living room, and Tori’s door is closed.

Goddammit.

I want to knock on her door, but to say what? That I’m sorry for Cody interrupting? That I’m pissed but also relieved because I have no idea what I’m doing?

Collapsing on my own bed, I groan. Leave it to me to screw up everything.

I stayed with Cody after he’d fallen asleep so I could make sense of what had happened on the couch, but I hadn’t meant to knock out.

Tori and I have been having fun this week. Hanging out after dinner while we watched baseball. When she smarted off about the game tonight, I simply reacted, tickling her. Wrestling her down to the couch. She was laughing, and God, it sounded so good. She felt amazing in my arms, and her bright smile made me crave more. Before I realized it, I found myself hovering over her.

I didn’t mean for it to turn sexual. Didn’t mean to check her out, but one second we were joking around and the next we weren’t.

When I pinned her arms above her head and she stretched out below me, my eyes wandered down her beautiful face, down her bare shoulders with those tiny tank top straps and the lacy bra beneath.

Those delicate pink bra straps short-circuited my brain, and I found myself studying the way the gauzy pattern led under her thin shirt. Until I realized I was staring at her chest.

The way her breath caught when she saw me checking out her gorgeous tits, taut and pointing sky-high through the sheer fabric, had me instantly hard. As I tightened my grip on her wrists, she let out that little moan, and I wanted to strip her bare to see if she was as stunning without her clothes as she was with them. But the way her eyes dilated when I pressed myself to her body, the way she nodded, slowly, almost to herself, like she wanted this as much as I did? Coulda made me come right then and there.

Speaking of coming. I adjust myself with a wince before I get up for a drink of water.

After I fill the glass, I turn off the faucet, but the sound of water continues. I look down at the sink, confused. But the sound is coming from Tori’s bathroom, which shares a wall with my master bathroom.

I stare at the tile, wishing I had knocked on her door earlier because Tori is taking a shower. She was awake, and I was in here when I should’ve been in there. At least to talk about what happened tonight.

I’m about to turn off the lights and go to bed when a soft moan makes me freeze.

It takes a second for me to get what’s happening. What I’m hearing.

Another muffled groan from the adjacent bathroom has me unbuttoning my jeans.

Fuck. That’s hot.

The idea of Tori getting off in there after we almost messed around has me hoping she’s thinking of me. Thinking about how we felt pressed together. Thinking about doing it again but with fewer clothes.

With one hand on the vanity, I close my eyes and release my cock, the heavy length springing forward into my waiting palm.

Images of Tori on the couch flash in my mind as I stroke my eager erection. Her lithe body spread out for me. Her sexy, round ass in those damn sleep shorts. That playful smirk she gives me when she’s teasing.

But more than anything—I really want to kiss her. To see if she tastes as sweet as I think she does.

With that thought in mind, I squeeze my base and give myself a long, slow tug before I pick up the pace.

I’d lick those plump lips first. Devour them. Make her moan before I work my way down her body. Before I spread those tan legs and hike them over my shoulders. Before I taste her slick heat.

It’s that image, of me leaning over her and delving into the most delicate part of her, that has me going off.

Gasping, trying to catch my breath, I realize I’m in over my head. Because if I’m misreading this thing with Tori, I’m in for a long summer.