“Maybe.” I sipped my drink again glancing at her as I did, wondering if she was buying my excuse. God, it was so hard to manage this insane desire for her. It gave me a headache.
I set my bottle down on the table next to the couch and laid my head back to rub my temples.
“Maybe you should go visit her if you’re this worried?”
I felt the couch move next to me, and next thing I knew, her fingers were massaging my temple. I opened my eyes to find her lush, sweet tits in my face. Jesus, I wanted to bury my face in them. Drown in them.
I jerked back, trying to pull away, but she just moved forward and kept massaging my temples.
“Petal.” Jesus, my dick was straining my zipper.
“Yes?” She kept rubbing.
I growled. She had her irritated expression when she looked down at me, but it quickly vanished as she realized her tits were in my face.
“Oh, sorry.” She started to pull away, and heaven help me, I couldn’t let her.
I wrapped my arm around her. “The fuckwits weren’t the only ones who noticed your sexy witch outfit.” My voice was low and raw.
Her breath hitched, but I didn’t know if it was from good or bad tension radiating between us.
“Oh?”
I rubbed her back just above her ass. I was going to hell for sure. She’s your friend. Shut up!
“Do you want to know why I’m so agitated?”
She swallowed hard. “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
I watched her for a moment, knowing I was about to cross the line, not just skirt it as I was now. Finally, I took her hand and studied her face as I brought it toward my aching dick. I had a moment to rethink this, but in the end, I pressed her hand down so she knew exactly why I’d been agitated all night.
Her eyes went wide and I had a moment to second guess my decision. But then her fingers gripped me. Fucking A, I was dying. I looked at her and instead of withdrawing, I dared her to do more.
“That must be uncomfortable,” she said, her voice low and breathless.
One thing I loved about Petal was her humor, especially when it was unexpected.
“Immensely.”
She started stroking my cock through my slacks.
I growled again, wondering why she was into this when she was supposed to be the one to tell me to stop.
“Fuck Petal…you’re supposed to be repulsed.”
“Why?” She squeezed my dick and I damn near came right then. She pulled the belt from my buckle and warning bells blared.
I covered her hand with mine. “Be sure, Petal. Be very, very sure.”
“If I put your hand on me, you’d know I was very sure,” she said.
Jesus fucking Christ. She was telling me she was wet. And good God, I wanted to feel her there. Taste her there. Moving quickly before we could change our minds, I gripped her hips, pushed her back on the couch, and rose over her, looking down at this sweet, lovely woman who was making me lose my mind.
“Are you saying you’re wet?” I asked.
She swallowed and nodded.
I held her gaze as I slid my hand up her thigh and under the short dress. I drew my fingers over the panel of her panties, finding them soaked through.