We Shouldn't and Yet... by Stephanie Witter Read Free Book Online Page B

fantasy.
    My right hand goes from my breast to my stomach, slowly, exploring my skin along the way to stop just above my wet slit. I open my legs, and close my eyes more tightly, afraid to let go of the pictures I’m conjuring up. I don’t want to feel insane, exposed, and most of all, I don’t want to consider my actions and wonder why and what I’m doing. For once, I’m just feeling. And it’s really good for now.
    I imagine it’s his fingers torturing my left nipple, his lips softening the harsh touch and I grit my teeth when I touch my clit. A very soft, barely audible moan leaves my parted lips. I picture his thick finger touching my clit and then fingering me, going deep to toy with me until I wriggle. I imagine it’s his big palm cupping me to better put pressure on my sensitive clit until I open my legs wider, straining the muscles in my already shaking thighs.
    I feel sweat coating my skin, I feel myself getting wetter, making it easier to move in and out. But most of all, it’s getting too easy to picture myself squeezing his finger inside of me harder and harder as my breathing gets out of hand. I can’t play with my left breast anymore, instead I’m clutching the sheet to my face, my head thrown back as I open my mouth on a silent moan. I soar up and up as only Jensen’s wicked eyes and smirk invade my thoughts.
    I just got myself off thinking of my best friend’s father. How sick is that?

 

     
    JENSEN
     
    I pour myself a third cup of coffee and grunt when the bitter taste hits my tongue. I’ve got such a bad headache I can barely keep my eyes open. I should be used to having a hangover by now, but it’s still a vicious thing.
    “Wow, you really went all out yesterday.’’ Hal chuckles and polishes off his scrambled eggs with a flourish. Apparently, for once he’s decided to wake up early and he’s in a good mood. Too bad I’m not on the same page.
    “You shouldn’t mock me. Don’t give me any ammunition for when you ever get drunk,’’ I mumble and gulp my coffee before another sigh leaves me. The thing is, I barely slept last night. I kept thinking of Aideen, and I had to jerk off twice before I calmed down enough to try and fall asleep in the early hours.
    Hal shakes his head and puts his dishes in the sink. He turns back to me, runs a hand along his jaw like I always do and opens his mouth to say something, but instead he closes his mouth again.
    “Spill.’’
    “What?’’ He crosses his arms over his chest covered by a college shirt.
    “You have something to say, so spit it out.’’ I lean back in the chair and hope that it has nothing to do with Aideen. One, I really don’t want to talk about her with him. Two, I’m not ready to think of my rebuke and the way I acted with her. Three, I really don’t want to get hard again.
    “Aideen,’’ he starts hesitantly, and I have the urge to snap at him to have some balls, ask her out and leave me out of it. At the same time, I want to exile myself if that ever happens. “Do you know what happened to her yesterday? I tried talking to her when I came back, but she said that she was tired and she all but chased me away.’’
    I cringe and cover my misstep by massaging my bad shoulder. Hal’s eyes follow my movement. “All I know is that the apartment hunting didn’t go that well.’’
    Hal’s shoulders relax and he smiles fondly. “She hates having to ask for help. That girl is too damn independent for her own good.’’
    “So it seems.’’ I toy with the empty cup, turning it around and around on the smooth tabletop.
    Hal’s eyes keep boring into me and for once, I feel like squirming in front of my son. I hate this guilt eating at me, adding to the shit I already have to deal with on a daily basis. I’ve brought this on myself and I have no excuse. I want Aideen and I’m not used to not getting what I want. But this time, I have to keep it in my pants. Maybe I should give Cassie a call instead of blowing her