Too Close to be innocent

Chapter One

Anna’s POV

The Temptation In Andre Clark

Flee the temptations of youth. I’d heard that a million times at Sunday School. My mother had me memorize it every time that it had become a part of my subconscious.

Pursue righteousness. If you are going to go down, do it with the right person. My boyfriend. 

But what was I supposed to do when the temptation was standing right by my window in the middle of the night, the rain thrashing all around him, and a small crate of beer in his hand? Was righteousness supposed to do that?

And like a trance, I stepped out of the way, letting him fold his long self into my room around 2 am. The thunder echoed in the back of my mind as he shook his damp hair. He wasn’t smiling. He never did. 

“I know I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered, stepping further into the room and then sliding the beer onto the desk by the side of my bed. 

I moved too, the back of my calf hitting the bed frame. “You shouldn’t.” My voice was throaty, mixed with sleep and something else. Something I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about. He heard it, because his eyes strayed from my face to the tender swelling of my breasts under the tube, my nipples poking out. 

Fuck. Would it be weird if I grabbed a shirt now? Did I even want to do that?

I mean, I was never going to let anything happen. And I tried to remember to pursue righteousness. I tried to psych myself into reaching for the chair and snagging my Batman shirt. But I just stood there, a slight shiver running up my spine. 

My eyes dropped to his damp sweatpants, and I felt a knot work its way to my throat. There was a bulge. It wasn’t doing a very great job at keeping my mind where it was supposed to be. So, I cleared my throat. 

“What are you doing here, Andre? Did anything happen to Cole?”

He shook his head slowly. “Cole is fine.”

“So why…”

“Want a bottle of beer?”

I angled my head, confusion and need washing through me. But I didn’t refuse when the bottle was put in my hands, or when he leaned on my desk, bringing his bottle to his lips. 

“I opened yours already.”

“What is this, Andre?”

He paused. “Hell if I know.”

“You can’t do this.” His bulge was getting bigger. I needed air. “You can’t come into the home of your best friend’s girlfriend in the middle of the night, looking like that and….”

“Looking like what, Anna?”

I opened my lips and pressed them shut again. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like something was lodged in my throat. 

He leaned away from the desk. “You’re right. I should… what was I thinking? I’ll leave you. I’ll respect the relationship you have with my best friend even if every part of me is dying to taste you.”

For some reason, it was worse. It hurt, like hell, because I knew this couldn’t be real. Yet it was. And he was leaving. I didn’t want him to. 

So, I took a long stride, planting myself in front of him. He moved in one swift second, grabbing my arm and tugging me between his legs. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, but that didn’t last. Because he leaned forward, planting his lips on my nipples, rolling the bead on his tongue through the tube. 

Almost like he’d been dying to do that for a long time.

A jolt ran through me. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I kept them by my side, folded, my nails digging into my palm. His teeth clamped down lightly, and I felt it in my core. Sharp. Raw.

A moan echoed around the wall. I couldn’t tell if it was from me. All I knew was that I’d somehow pressed myself hard against him, my back arched, my core throbbing. I rubbed shamelessly across his thighs, needing to get to his bulge. 

But he moved to my second nipple, his finger replacing his mouth on the first. I threw my head back, biting my lips. “I thought… “

“Yeah,” he breathed, pulling away. “I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t come into your room needing you like oxygen. I shouldn’t see you in the club dancing with him, while all I want is to take you home with me for looking at me with those doe eyes of yours and fuck you till they water. I shouldn’t want to bring you up to the desk right now and slide my fingers into you until my name falls from your lips over and over again. Until you forget all about Cole.”

My mouth fell open when he reached for my shorts, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling down until the cool air caressed my skin. He released a breath, looking into my eyes before looking down at my cunt. 

It clenched, because it knew he was looking. Every part of me did. 

Andre didn’t touch me there. Instead, his hands found my tits again. He stroked, like he had all the time in the world. But his eyes never left there.

Fuck. 

I squirmed in his arms, pushing myself into him. He knew what he was doing. He knew I couldn’t handle it. My hand inched slowly to my cunt, and I palmed it, releasing a small whimper when it clenched again.

Painfully. 

“What do you want, Anna?” Andre asked, his voice carrying the same desire that mine did. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” I whispered without hesitation, not minding that my mother was down the hallway. “I want you to make me come, Andre.”

“But you can do that yourself. Or Cole.” He was teasing me. “Your hand already found its way.”

I took it off immediately. “Andre…”

I knew it was wrong to ask, or even want it. But I did. 

He leaned away then, taking his hands off me. “Get on the desk.”

My legs felt like jelly as I moved there, hopping onto it. He approached slowly and then whispered, his fingers just above my cunt. “I want to be inside you, Anna, but you have to be really quiet. I don’t want to wake your mother up.”

I bit my lip, feeling the rush of too many emotions all at once. He came impossibly closer, the heat from his body driving me insane. His finger replaced mine, stroking my clit once. 

Just once.

It was my undoing. 

I groaned. Loud. And I heard a door slam shut in the hallway, footsteps approaching. And just then, Andre slid two fingers inside me.