Three: Kisses

Lisa's pov

I sat up straight on my bed the second Erin stepped into my room and closed the door behind him with a soft click that echoed like a gunshot in the quiet house. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might break through, and my pussy throbbed with a fresh rush of heat that made my thighs slick under my skirt.

He looked at me like he owned every inch of my body, his gray eyes dark with the same obsessive fire that had ruined me six years ago. I wanted to scream at him to get out, but my nipples hardened into tight peaks against my blouse, begging for his touch without my permission.

"You cannot just walk in here like this," I whispered, my voice shaking even though I tried to keep it steady. "This is my room. Get out before someone hears you."

He took a slow step closer, his broad chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. "Oh, I think you want me here, Lisa. Your eyes say it all. That pretty little pussy of yours is already dripping for me, isn't it? Just like downstairs when you watched me with your mother."

I shook my head hard, but my body betrayed me with another pulse of wetness between my legs. "You are sick. She is your wife now. How can you say that to me?"

He laughed low and dirty, the sound sending shivers straight to my clit. "Because it's true. I saw how you squeezed your thighs together at dinner. How your cheeks flushed every time I touched her. You hate it, but it turns you on, doesn't it? Watching me kiss her and knowing you want my mouth on you instead."

"Stop it," I hissed, standing up from the bed to put some distance between us, but he matched my step and backed me toward the wall.

"You left me. You disappeared like I meant nothing. And now you show up married to my mother? You think you can just toy with me again?"

His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist gently but firm, pulling me closer until I felt the heat from his body seeping through my clothes.

"I never stopped thinking about you, little lawyer. Every night for six years, I jerked my cock remembering how tight you felt around me. How you screamed my name when I fucked you raw."

My breath hitched, and I felt my panties grow even wetter at his words. I yanked my hand away, but my voice came out weaker than I wanted.

"Liar. If that was true, why did you leave? Why marry her?"

He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear, his hot breath making my skin tingle. "Some things are complicated, baby. But this?" His free hand slid down my side, stopping just above my hip. "This pull between us? It's simple. You still belong to me. And deep down, you know it."

I pushed at his chest, but my fingers lingered on the hard muscles there, remembering how they flexed under my nails that first night. "I hate you. Get out. I mean it."

He stepped back with a smirk, but his eyes promised more.

"For now. But we both know you will be touching yourself tonight, thinking about my cock stretching that sweet pussy again." He turned and left the room as quietly as he came, leaving me panting against the wall with my body on fire.

I slid down to the floor and buried my face in my hands, trying to ignore the ache between my legs that screamed for relief. How could he still do this to me? I had rebuilt everything after he vanished, turned my pain into power in the courtroom.

But one day back, and I was crumbling. I stood up after a few minutes and splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom, but it did nothing to cool the heat inside me.

The next morning came too soon, and I woke up with my sheets tangled around my legs from a night of restless dreams where Erin's hands and mouth claimed me over and over. I dressed in a simple blouse and skirt, hoping the plain clothes would hide how sensitive my body still felt.

Downstairs in the kitchen, the family gathered for breakfast like nothing had changed. My siblings chatted about work and plans, but I froze in the doorway when I saw them.

Erin stood behind my mother at the counter, his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her deeply. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she moaned softly, leaning back into him. His big hands slid down to squeeze her ass, pulling her tighter against what I knew was his growing cock.

My mother broke the kiss with a giggle and said, "Erin, behave. The kids are here."

He nuzzled her neck and murmured, "Can't help it, Julie. You taste too good this morning," but his gray eyes locked on mine over her shoulder, full of wicked intent.

My pussy clenched hard at the sight, and I felt a trickle of wetness slide down my thigh. "Mom, do you have to do that in front of everyone?" I snapped, sitting down at the table to hide how my knees shook.

My mother turned with a smile. "Oh, Lisa, don't be such a prude. We're newlyweds. Erin just makes me feel so alive." She pecked him on the cheek and started serving eggs.

My brother laughed, "Yeah, sis, lighten up. It's kind of cute."

Erin sat across from me and asked innocently, "Sleep well last night, Lisa? You look a little flushed."

I glared at him. "Fine. And you?"

He smirked. "Dreamed about old times. Very... satisfying."

My sister changed the subject. "So, Mom, what's the plan for today? More wedding stuff?"

My mother nodded. "Yes, we need to pick flowers and finalize the guest list. Lisa, you can help, right?"

I forced a nod, but every time Erin leaned over to kiss my mother's cheek or whisper in her ear, my body reacted. My nipples ached against my bra, and I crossed my legs under the table to stop the throbbing in my clit.

After breakfast, I pulled my mother aside in the living room. "Mom, I cannot stay here. I am packing and going back to my apartment today."

Her eyes filled with tears. "Lisa, please. I need you for the wedding. It would break my heart if you left now. Just stay until it's over. For me?"

I sighed, trapped by her plea. "Fine. But only for you."

She hugged me tight. "Thank you, sweetheart. Erin will be on his best behavior, I promise."

But he was not. All morning, every time I entered a room, he pulled her close for another kiss. In the hallway, he pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming her body as she whispered, "Erin, not now. Lisa might see."

He chuckled. "Let her. Maybe she needs to learn how a real man treats a woman."

I hid around the corner, my hand pressed between my legs without thinking, rubbing my swollen clit through my skirt as I watched. Shame burned through me, but the forbidden heat only made me wetter.

By afternoon, I escaped to my room, lying on the bed with my skirt hiked up. My fingers circled my clit as I imagined it was me he kissed, me he fucked against the wall. "Oh god, Erin," I whispered to the empty room. "Why do you still own me like this?"

A soft knock interrupted me, and before I could fix my skirt, the door opened. Erin stood there, his eyes dropping to my exposed thighs and the wet spot on my panties. He stepped inside and locked the door, his cock already straining against his pants as he moved toward me like a predator closing in on his prey.