All Chapters of One Night. One Sin.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I don't even remember getting into my car. It's like I was hypnotized. In a trance. I mean, yeah, I wanted it. Her. But this was fucking outrageous. Going to see her was… not smart. Going to see her at her house was just stupid. I mean, I know the plan was to just pick her up but… Hell! I didn't know where we were going to go. A motel? Gimme a break. Like that wouldn't look suspicious, a grown man and a teenager booking a room in the middle of the day. We'd have to go three towns out… Wouldn't it be worth it though…? I only vaguely remembered where she lived. That was awhile ago, and it was dark. And I was distracted. So there I was, driving in circles around what I thought was the correct neighborhood. I had thrown on a baseball cap and pulled the bill down. I didn't want to be recognized. But I didn't want to look like a weirdo either. I had to call her before I started to look suspicious. And before you chicken out. She didn't pick up until the fourth ring, which somehow increa

Her body shivered at my touch and she rolled onto her side to directly face me. "So tell me what you mean." She was almost whispering now. "It looks good." "What kind of good?" My hand was up on her side now, enjoying the curve as I moved from her hip to her stomach. God, I want to feel her skin. Fuck this shirt. I gave her a playfully sarcastic look. "Better than just a towel." She dropped her eyes a little. I thought it was out of bashfulness, but then I realized she was looking at me… down there. At this point, there was no hiding what was in my shorts. She reached out her hand and tenderly ran her fingers along the tent in the fabric. I could barely feel it, but it was enough to make my hips pull towards her touch for more. "Mmm… Is this for me?" "Maybe…" my throat was getting dry in anticipation. "Only maybe?" she exaggerated her disappointment. "Well, I probably shouldn't…" "Why…?" "Lots of reasons…" My hand continued to trail up her side to her chest, and my

She had made her way to lie back comfortably on her pillows now. My hands held the sides of her chest, holding and massaging her as I did my best to please her. I was no longer straddling her evenly. I had one knee on the outside of her legs, and one knee between them. Her hands dug into my hair, lightly scratching me and occasionally pulling me to where she wanted more attention. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but my knee between her legs found itself pressed up against her. I was amazed to take in the fact that she was rolling her hips a little bit against it. Holy fuck, she's humping my leg! I braced my knee harder and pressed it into the bed, giving her more leverage to rub against. Another broken moan told me it was a good move. I began to move my kisses up her body, around her collarbone now. She had moved a hand down to the back of my neck and kept squeezing me, slowly guiding me up her body. As much as my attention was focused on her, my cock was again aching for atte

What do you mean someone's home!?" I cursed. A stupid question, I know. "I... I don't know. They're home early..." she stammered. Her previous confidence and light-heartedness vanished like it was never there. I pulled myself up from lying down and she grabbed a sheet to pull it up over her breasts. "Who?" I already knew the answer. But I had to try. Maybe she had siblings. Or an elderly, blind grandparent. Or a fucking dog who had a garage door opener. Anything but— "My parents." I stared into her eyes and she stared back. I couldn't tell you what she saw in mine. There should've been anger, fear, something... But as I looked on, my vision just sort of went out of focus. That's it then. I'm dead. I could almost see the flashing blue and red of a police car. Hear my name on the news. The latest scandal. "Okay. Okay," she muttered, sliding out of the bed and grabbing some clothes out of a drawer. "You just gotta... be quiet." I shook my head and refocused my blurry sight on

As if reading my mind, her slender hands drove up my skin, through the openings of my shorts. My muscles tightened and I immediately threw my hands onto my lap, grabbing onto hers through the fabric. I stopped her, but she dug her fingers into my skin anyway. "Hey!" she pouted. Be in control. "Don't push it..." "What do you mean?" "Don't play games," I warned softly. Don't piss her off. "What games? I'm just massaging you!" "Not there." She scooted in closer to me, nudging her body between my legs. Her eyes pleaded up at me, "I thought it felt good..." "Autumn." I tried to sound authoritative, but this was fucking ridiculous. I'm sitting in a chair in her fucking room. It's ludicrous. "I'm sorry, I just..." She was doing that pout again. Half sultry, half sad. "...I mean, before, you liked it when I..." I had loosened my grip on her, and she started to slide further up my legs. I grabbed her again. "Am I doing it wrong?" her eyes bored into mine. Oh fuck you. You f