I tiptoed in quietly. It felt bizarre. I hadn’t sneaked in after a night out since I was a young boy, but I didn’t want to wake Madison. She was probably exhausted, judging by all the traveling she’d been doing in the last day or so. I made my way past the guest room, but I couldn’t hear her steady breathing through the door. I furrowed my brow, but ignored the warning signs flashing in my head as I made my way to my room. I opened the door and my breath hitched.

Madison slept in my bed.

She lay curled up on top of the covers. Her jean shorts kicked off and piled in a small heap at the end of my bed along with her shoes. She wore one of my T-shirts which had ridden all the way up her fine body. She was naked waist down except for a white thong – not that it did much to cover her up.

My eyes snapped down to her legs, her thighs, her ass. As though they were being dragged by magnets, my dazed, excited gaze, zeroed in on her pussy. Jesus, what a fucking gorgeous pussy. The string of her thong had sliced through the puffy lips leaving it exposed in all its pink glory.

My dick was rock hard. I wanted to walk up to her and plunge into that sweet pussy, but my hand jerked and I pulled the door shut.

I leaned up against it, and ran my fingers through my hair, raking my nails against my scalp in the hopes the pain would wake me up, and make me realize how incredibly stupid and deviant I was being.

What in the name of fuck are you doing?

She was asleep. A guest in my house. She didn’t come here to be ogled while she tried to catch some rest. I was disgusting. I needed to leave her the fuck alone, and scrub out the image of her naked body from my head at once.

And another voice said, oh yeah? Then what the fuck is she doing in your bed?

She was just a kid. She was Kevin’s kid for crying out loud.

I strode down the corridor and into the living room, where I poured myself a truly large glass of scotch. I had had a couple of glasses of wine over dinner, not enough to get me drunk, but enough to lay the groundwork for that scotch to take me to the next level.

I shuddered as I gulped it down, praying it would bleach what I’d just seen from my head. But no, my brain seemed determined to cling on to the image no matter what. I get angry with myself. For fuck’s sake, I was turning into some kind of old pervert, eyeing up a girl who had nowhere to stay but my house. I needed to pull myself together, and right now. If Kevin knew what had been going through my head in that split second, he would beat the shit out of me, and I would deserve it too.

I lay down on the couch, tucked my hands up into my chest, and tried to catch some sleep. It took forever, but I had almost dozed off when I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs, making their way toward me. I snapped upright.

“Quinn?”

Her long hair was loose and messy. It lay in waves around her breasts. My T-shirt just about covered her pussy. And I knew exactly what that looked like.

“Jesus,” I muttered, shielding my eyes from her as though she was the sun. “Put some clothes on.”

“I’m sorry. I had a bad dream.” She rubbed one of her eyes with her closed fist, and crossed her legs at the ankles, wobbling precariously. “Can I just…lie with you? For a little bit?”

I knew I should have said no. That was the only acceptable reaction to her request. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself I shouldn’t, I didn’t have it in me to say no. I was tired, the alcohol had worn me down, the irresistible sight of her in my T-shirt and knowing what was underneath, was enough to break down any resolve I had built up.

“Fine.” I sighed.

“Thank you,” she yawned, and came over to me on the couch.

I shifted to make room for her, but she lay down directly in front of me and curled herself up against my body. I held my hands away from her, as though she was red-hot, but eventually, I let one settle awkwardly on the side of her waist. It wasn’t too intimate, and I had to put it somewhere, after all.

Soon enough she had closed her eyes again and started to fall back off to sleep. The steady rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic in its calmness. I did my best to match my breathing to hers, but I was so damn consumed by her presence it was hard to keep my head straight.

I squeezed my eyes shut and shifted my body away from hers. Her response was instant. She nestled herself further into me. There was no getting away from this. I moved my head further away from her, and found my cheek tickled by a strand of her long hair. It smelled of apples, and the scent enveloped me. I closed my eyes, determined not to fold.

Suddenly, I felt her ass pressing back into me.

What the fuck! This wasn’t just the shifting of someone trying to get comfortable. She meant that. I opened my eyes as she twisted her head around to look at me. Her gaze flashed with something playful and sensual, and just like that I was rock hard against the firm flesh of her ass. She ran her teeth over her bottom lip, and my eyes were drawn to how soft and full they were. She knew what she was doing. Fuck, she knew.

“You can have me if you want,” she murmured, her voice breathy and whispery.

My cock twitched at her offer. I closed my eyes and shook my head, but my fingers were already sliding down her body, as if of their own accord. I had to force myself to remove them before they took things further than I wanted.

“No, we can’t,” I grated, shoving her so she was driven upright. “You need to get back to your own bed.”

“Come on, Quinn.” She bent over, my T-shirt hanging away from her chest, allowing me a tantalizing glimpse of her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her ripe breasts looked as though they would have fit perfectly into the palm of my hand.

“No, Madison!” I warned, my voice harsher this time. “Go. To. Your. Bed.”

“But I want to stay with you,” she pleaded.

“Now,” I said between clenched teeth.

“Fine,” she pouted. Shooting me a look over her shoulder, she made her way out of the living room.

My head was so hazy with arousal I had to fight the urge to go after her, to scoop her up into my arms, carry her to my bed like a fucking caveman, pin her down, and fuck the shit out of her, but I knew I had to let her go. I had no choice. It was for the best, even my lust induced brain could see that.

I heard her close her door, and I flopped back into the couch and exhaled. If I ignored my erection I hoped it would soon subside. Because…damn, if that girl didn’t know how to turn me on. She seemed to take great pleasure in doing so too. I was almost annoyed at how easily she’d been able to get me to pop wood, and how hellishly difficult it had been to send her away.

But I had, and it was all that mattered.

The real question was. For how long though?