“Ella,” I lean across her shoulder and hold on to the tiles as her strokes become more sure, stronger and faster. I can feel my release and I thrust my cock into her hand until my seed pours all over her thigh. I jerk several more times before I’m emptied. The pain in my hands returns with an intensity that has me pushing away from the wall. Ella’s looking at her leg, at my cum.
With her finger she picks some of it up and leaves me fucking gob smacked, then she puts her finger in her mouth, her eyes focused on my face.
My cock is getting hard again. Her pink tongue flicks out and removes the last bit of my cum from her fingers. I’m imagining her tongue flicking out, licking my cock.
“Ella,” I growl her name.
She would make a saint sin. I don’t step away when she reaches up and places a kiss along my jawline, she coats me with kisses, each one sinking deeper under my skin. I know I should stop this. But I can’t drag myself away from her touch. She kisses the corner of my mouth and I turn, planting my lips fully on hers. Her nipples brush my chest and my cock starts to grow again. I want to touch her, but my hands tingle with pain.
Leaving her lips, I move her back against the tiles and sink to my knees. Her hands instantly sink into my hair. Her white panties join her bra on the shower floor, giving me access to all of her. She parts her legs and I sink deeper until I taste her. She’s so fucking sweet. My cock twitches and I push my tongue deeper inside her before dragging it out and licking her clit. She jumps and jerks as I suck the bunch of nerves before going back inside her with my tongue. Her legs tighten around me and I know she’s going to come before I taste her in my mouth. I don’t stop until all the waves have subsided.
The look of awe in her eyes when I come back up makes it all worth it. She’s flushed and breathing heavy and it’s beautiful. I step back into the spray of water and she follows. I need her again and I know it isn’t fair.
“Take as long as you want,” I say and she glances at me over her shoulder. I don’t want to leave. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, I leave the shower and wrap a towel around my waist.
I shouldn’t have allowed that to happen.
She stays in there for a while. I’m dressed and am considering going in, when she comes out looking sheepish. Her breasts are free, her nipples coming through her top. I can’t look away.
She runs her hands self-consciously across her hair.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” I say.
Her hands cross over her chest. “My bra is soaked.” She shrugs. “Are you going to tell me what happened to your hands?”
Hands that I have covered in gloves now.
“No,” I answer honestly.
I open my mouth to speak again and she holds up her hands, stopping me.
“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me, but please don’t start about how this can’t happen again, or how this is wrong.” She has her eyes closed as she speaks and when she opens them I walk to her and take her face in my hands.
“Okay.”
She looks startled but bobs her head. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I repeat before planting a light kiss on her lips. I was going to tell her this can’t happen again, but I feel tired now and for this moment maybe I can have her. I can’t tell her my date with Sandra is soon. Or that my father has arranged a sit down meal for Sandra. I’m a coward for not telling her.
“You should be getting back,” I say, placing another kiss on her lips.
“I don’t want to.” Her eyes widen and the sadness leaks out.
“What do you want Ella?” I ask. Her staying here isn’t possible.
She looks away from me, cutting me off and I don’t like it at all. Taking her chin in my hand, I bring her face back to me.
“That’s a loaded question.” Her smile is sad. “I don’t think I can have what I want.” She takes a step back.
“Maybe I should go.” She is shutting down on me. I clench my jaw. I can’t ease this for her.
“Before you go. You should know my date with Sandra is today.” I try to keep everything I feel in check.
The color leaves her face. “Oh, I’ll let you get ready.”
I exhale loudly. “Jesus Ella, you knew this was happening.”
“It’s fine.” If it’s fine, why did she look so crushed? I’m not stupid. I know this is anything but alright. Once again I have the urge to stop this. She’s staring at me.
“If you tell me to leave again, that’s it, Lucas. I won’t come back.” She holds her head high. I see her pulse spike in her neck. She’s giving me an out, on a plate.
Here is my chance to let her go. She deserves so much better. She’s twisting her hands as she waits.
“I’m beginning to understand that staying away from you isn’t possible.”
Her relief is instant and she comes back and dips her head while wrapping her arms around my neck. I hold her and enjoy the warmth and softness of her body against mine. My hands rest on her small waist. I had no idea how any of this would work. But letting her go isn’t an option.
“But, I’ll need time Ella.” I make her look at me so she’s listening.
She’s nodding. “If you don’t see me, you can’t come looking for me. It’s too dangerous.”
She nods again and I don’t think she’s listening to me.
“Ella.” I warn. “This is serious.”
“I know it is.” There is something burning in her eyes. I pull her in and kiss the top of her head.
We wrap ourselves in silence. But there is such comfort to have her in my arms.
“There was a reason I was looking for you.”
She steps out of my embrace and she wears a look of guilt. “The day your father had the …. chat with me.”
The day he put his hands on her. I grit my teeth. She’s been careful with her words.
“I thought he would send me home. I was ready to go, but he said he would keep me here, to keep you in line.”
None of that surprised me. What did surprise me was that Ella still didn’t stay away? “Can you not see how dangerous this is?”
Her hand flutters to her throat. “Yes.” It’s a whisper. She doesn’t look away from me. “But I think you’re worth the danger.”
No. I’m not.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ELLA
Leaving Lucas is hard, my head is spinning with his touch. I can’t leave through his bedroom door, so I sneak out the back. There is a part of me that feels dirty. Pushing my shoulders back, I keep my head high and remind myself that none of this is dirty. The circumstances were just blurred. Things weren’t black and white like I had expected them to be. God, I feel so naïve when I look back at what I thought this would be.
I’m walking with my arms folded across my chest in case I bump into anyone. I don’t want to give them a peep show. Lucas’s room disappears as I walk back around to the front of the house. The sheds come into view and my feet slow, my heart picks up a fast rhythm. He wouldn’t tell me about his hands, and I told him it was okay. But it isn’t. It is eating away at me and the answer just might be in that shed.