Addicted After All(127)

I flip them off.

Lily notices it and copies the gesture. With both hands. From Lil, in a Marvel onesie with a feather headband hooked around her wrist, it’s hardly threatening. But it’s goddamn adorable.

I feel like we’re seventeen again.

The best seventeen. Where every time I stared at Lily Calloway, I wanted to drop to my knees.

But I can’t ignore the chill in the air. The eerie presence of what may come after tonight. Whatever it is—I just hope we all can handle it.





{ 39 }

LOREN HALE



Almost three weeks into Lily’s celibacy period, and I’m feeling the effects. I step into the shower, expecting to do nothing else but wash. Then subconsciously, I mentally file through an image of Lily last night. She grinded against me, digging her pelvis into mine, on impulse, but she rolled over and controlled her urges on her own.

Still, I remember how she scooted her ass into my cock. And I just wanted to slip right inside her.

Christ. Standing naked underneath the shower water, my dick throbs, screaming to be rubbed out. I haven’t masturbated yet. I thought it was only fair since Lil’s not allowed (ever). I didn’t realize it would be this difficult. Going from f*cking multiple times a day to nothing at all.

I feel like I’m walking a mile in Lily’s shoes.

I lean my shoulder blades against the tiled shower wall and shut my eyes. My brain has warred against me. All I see is Lily lying naked, with her legs spread open, begging for me, clutching the sheets like she may touch herself if I don’t hurry.

And when she stares at my hard cock, her * starts to soak. She cries and pleads.

I rest my head back, my hair wet. The longer strands stick to my forehead.

I’m torturing myself. She’d want me to jerk off. She’d feel guilty otherwise, but I’m going to feel like an ass if I do it. I just hate that she can’t touch herself but I can. Beads of water drip off my eyelashes as I think.

Screw this. She’s in the nursery right now. She won’t even know.

I grip my shaft, and the touch instantly pulls me out of my confliction. My lips part, and I stare up at the ceiling. I stroke my length, every nerve amplifying the sensations. I continue the movement, harder and determined.

I imagine Lily.

She has the “I have to come right now” expression, an urgency that always makes me push deeper. I ram between her legs, and her fingers dig into my back like she might fall.

“Lo!” she cries.

What gets me off most are her reactions, not our positions. She writhes beneath me, delicate and ravenous. She wants to be filled so deep that she can’t see straight, and it’s written all over her face.

In the shower, my strokes quicken and I let out a gruff noise. God I want to f*ck her. I want to feel how wet she becomes just by looking at me. To thrust until she clenches around me. It drives me over.

“Christ,” I groan. Here in the now, I release, so rapidly that I let out a staggered breath. My hand keeps moving, milking the orgasm for all its worth. I lean my head back against the wall again, taking a moment to come down.

After I clean myself off and shut the water, I turn for my towel that hangs on the glass. I freeze, noticing a shadow by the crack of the bathroom door.

I had closed that door…

Lily.

Please, no.

The bottom of my stomach falls.

The worst thing that could happen: turning on Lily Calloway while she’s supposed to be celibate.





{ 40 }

LILY CALLOWAY



He didn’t see me. He didn’t see me.

I’m a Peeping Tom. A loser who spied on her boyfriend jerking one off in the shower. A red-like rash has spread from my forehead to my toes, and I scamper into our bedroom, away from the shower, the bathroom, him…

The spot between my legs keeps clenching for his hardness.

That hardness that I just saw. I want it. In me. Now.

I didn’t even mean to look. After I put Maximoff in his crib for a nap, I had a funny thought about panda bears or maybe superpowers. I can’t even remember what it was, but I planned to share it with Lo. And as I cracked the bathroom door, I witnessed something very hot. Maybe too hot. My body is overheating in a bunch of bad-good ways.

I could have stopped looking after the first minute but…

It’s just been so long since I’ve seen Lo masturbate. Hell, it’s been so long since I’ve seen anything remotely that sexual.