Obsession

“That’s what I didn’t get to do this morning. If you’re lucky, I’ll show you the rest later on.”

Landon

Tilly pulls herself away from me, but leaves her hand rested on my thigh, close enough to make me pay attention if she wants me to.

“You ought to be careful, Tilly. I might start thinking you actually like me.”

“I don’t think there’s any chance of that happening too soon, and don’t flatter yourself anyway, Landon, I was right on the edge of giving up.”

“Was that before or after you practically begged me to bring you out here? On such a beautiful day too.”

“You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”

Rain hammers against the windshield and I have to drive slowly just to keep the car on the road.

“How could I refuse?”

“You can’t, obviously. So go on, admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“Admit you can’t resist me.”

I have to give her a look then, just to keep her in check.

“I knew it. Even with his career on the line, Landon Maddox couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to.”

“And my career is only on the line if they find out, which is why we better make it worth it if they do.”

Tilly holds my gaze for a while before I have to look back to the road.

“I came out here to see the lake, I don’t know what you’ve got in mind.”

“I’m not sure how much you’ll see with the windows all steamed up.”

I know exactly what she’s got in mind even if she plans to play it hard to get. She knows I know too, that’s what that little display was all about when we’d barely even left the house, that’s why she’s got her hand inches away from my dick, and why she doesn’t mind me squeezing her leg when I should be changing gear.

“I’m not going to tell anyone by the way. Not unless you piss me off.”

“I guess I better behave myself then.”

“Well I didn’t say that.”

It’s a forty five minute drive to the lake in this weather, and when we get there, it’s still raining too heavily to get out of the car. In the distance I can see blue skies, and light breaking through thick grey cloud, but right where we are, it’s like being stuck in a washing machine. I kill the engine, and the windows fill with water so quickly I feel like we are sinking underwater. We can barely see out of them, but it doesn’t matter. Even if someone else were stupid enough to be out in this, it means they wouldn’t be able to see in. Tilly can’t see the lake, but I know that’s not why she’s demanded we come here anyway.

“Stunning.”

“I don’t know. Looks a little rocky from this side. A little dangerous.”

“It might look different if you get a bit closer.”

I’ve practically been hard or at least semi hard for most of this vacation, but yesterday and today, after Tilly and I fucked for the first time, then couldn’t fuck because of Dad’s Lazarus appearance, and then fucked again, but slowly and quietly, I’ve been a hair trigger away from exploding. I don’t like to admit it, but Tilly is driving me wild, without really doing anything out of the ordinary either.

Just watching her gets me going, listening to her talk about nothing when she’s really talking about us, seeing the way her brain ticks over, it turns me on. Last night was incredible, even if we were restricted, perhaps because of it, and right now I want to rip her clothes off with an urgency that risks betraying just how I feel about her, which, by the way, seems to grow in intensity the more time that passes.

I’ve had feelings like this before, beginnings of relationships that mirror this one, but not once as an independent adult have I had a similar situation, where we have to sneak around to snatch moments together, hiding in front of others what we really want to say to each other. I feel like a teenager again, sneaking out of the house to make out with one of the cheerleaders from the club, and I wonder how long we’ll have to keep doing it for.

“Are you seducing me?”

“Are you letting yourself be seduced?”

Tilly flutters her eyelids. She sweeps her hair away from her face, poses theatrically, purses her lips together and then bites the lower one. Finally, she flops back into the seat casually, a wide smile breaking out across her face.

“Last night was pretty fucking intense, Landon. I thought I was going to break.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“What if you can’t improve on it?”

“I guess I’ll just have to try real hard.”

“I’ve never fucked in a car before, it seems kind of restrictive.”

“At least you can scream in here without anyone hearing you.”

“That sounds like a luxury I didn’t think I’d get today.”

“You might have to make the most of it, if Dad continues his rapid recovery.”

“Maybe we’ll just have to end the vacation early so we can carry on at home.”

“What if you decide this is just a holiday romance?”

“I might have to ask your coach that question.”

“He might suggest you continue with it.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see if I can fit you into my busy life then.”

“And you into mine.”

“Between your dates with underwear models?”

“Underwear models are boring people.”

“Oh, I know that already. They don’t even scream when they fuck.”

“Then I guess you’re in safe hands.”

“I wouldn’t say that, you are my stepbrother after all.”

“I wouldn’t say that either, people will begin to talk.”

“Then I guess we have to keep it a secret.”

“If you want to keep it at all.”

“I haven’t made my mind up yet. I hate you remember, it’s a bit of an obstacle.”

“You seem to be doing alright so far.”

“I’m learning.”

“I can see.”

“What else can you see?”

“Fantastic body, good sense of humor, spirited outlook.”

“A dangerous combination.”

“Perhaps.”

“Go on.”

“Fortitude. Adventure. Passion. Depth.”

“Now I know you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?”

“Ask me into the back and I’ll tell you.”

“If I ask you into the back you’ll have to show me instead.”

“I haven’t got much space to work with.”

“I have faith enough that you’ll manage.”

“Then I guess that leaves me with no choice.”

“Would you like to come into the back with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Tilly kicks her shoes off and climbs from the passenger seat into the back seat, small enough to fit across all three of them lying down. I pause for a moment just to take her in, before I can’t resist any longer and climb over the seat towards her.

“Be gentle”, she warns.

“Gentle was last night, Tilly. Today I’m going to make you scream.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to set achievable goals, Landon, then you won’t be disappointed if they don’t come off?”

“Tell me that when you’re having another orgasm.”