Chapter Seven – Lucy
I was in a daze as I walked further into my living room. I felt the ache in my breasts and the throbbing between my legs. I’d felt desire before, but it was never anything like this. I cried out with the frustration of it all. I couldn’t let this go. I considered going back over there and finishing what we started.
Sleeping with Max like that for my first time would be wrong. As his neighbor or a former fling, it was wrong. I wanted things to be serious with a man before I gave myself to him – possibly even waiting for marriage.
I went to my fridge and pulled out the open bottle of wine, taking a long sip as I stood in my dark kitchen. I was already feeling the bottle that I’d shared with Max, but I needed more. I needed to pass out for the night.
I needed to forget his kiss, but my lips were still tingling. I touched them, drank more wine, and headed to my bedroom. I was going to drink and sleep for hours tonight. I slipped down my pants and kicked them to the floor as I sat down and drank more wine.
I looked over at my open window, the wind blowing in. I knew that my light was on and I could see that Max’s was as well. He walked into his bedroom and ran a hand through his hair. It was messy and long. I wondered if he’d been angry after I left. He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor before he raised his face and looked at me.
I froze, but the aching need in my body only increased. He stepped closer to the window, his blue eyes wild with need as he let them slide over my body. I was only wearing the shirt now and I blushed as I realized that he could see my pussy if I pulled my legs apart.
Max reached down to stroke the denim over his cock as I breathed out. I parted my legs and he licked his lips as I brushed my hand over my slick folds. I moaned and pushed a little harder, finding my clit as I dropped back to my pillows.
What was I doing? He was watching me.
I circled my clit and opened my eyes to see his pants pushed down and his cock in his hand. He was staring at my hand as he pushed his hand up and down his cock, hard and slow. Oh, God. I wanted him. I slipped two fingers inside of me as I pressed my palm against my swollen nub. I heard a voice and opened my eyes to look at him. “Take off the shirt, Lucinda. I want you to touch your nipples for me.”
I cried out and pulled my hand away, arching my back as I ripped the shirt off. I was bare now but needy, and one hand slipped inside of me again while the other slipped over my left breast and found the hard nipple. I pinched and pulled as I watched him speed up his hand, listening to me whimper as I grew closer to an orgasm.
I plucked at my other nipple and spread my legs apart further. I added a finger and met his eyes as he watched me, his feet planted apart on the floor as he jacked off.
I came with a jerk and a loud cry, rocking through it as I let the sensations take me over. I dropped against the mattress and pulled my hand away to play with my clit as he started moving his hand harder. “I want to lick your pussy. I want to suck on that clit,” he told me as he jerked forward. “I want to fuck you.”
Only I could hear him with the nearness of our windows, but I sincerely hoped that Mrs. Hastings wasn’t home. I was still whimpering as he arched his back and came, shooting towards the floor as he moaned.
I reached for the wine and drank it, feeling dirty and sated. I had never done anything like that before and I was stunned that I did for Max. He raised his gaze to meet mine, sweeping his eyes over my body as I felt adrenaline running through my veins.
Was this my way of completing my fantasy with him without being with him? Was this my way of preserving my innocence even though I felt like a slut right now? I had a good thing going, living here, and I was sabotaging it so much right now.
I watched as Max retrieved something from the bathroom and leaned over to clean up the floor, still naked. He seemed resigned and frustrated as he stood to look at me again.
Oh, my God. What did I do?
I pulled my shirt on and walked over to the window, staring at him. All my old feelings had resurfaced along with new ones – more mature ones. I didn’t know if I could turn back from this, but I had to find a way. I had to move on and find a way to get a new place as soon as possible. I needed to get away before Max realized who I was.
I closed my blinds and walked back to the bed, reaching for the wine. I needed it more than ever now.