LILY
I woke in a haze, unsure of where I was. Then I remembered.
Brandon's room.
His bed was surprisingly soft, yet firm enough to be comfortable. Best of all it smelled like him. Strong, musky, masculine. It triggered something primal in the back of my mind, something that threatened to overwhelm my restraint. Something that could easily convince me to shake him awake… and invite him beneath the blankets, to curl up with me.
Good thing I really had to go to the bathroom.
Reluctantly I flipped off the covers. Brandon was on the floor as promised, his beautiful chest rising and falling in a deep, even rhythm. I tiptoed past him. Made the doorway.
The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. I padded barefoot down the worn wooden floor, which creaked and groaned with every step I took. Luckily it was still raining outside. The white noise of the storm all but drowned out my footsteps.
I did my business, squinting at brightness of the single overhead bulb. That bulb had been here since the house had gone unoccupied, meaning it had been here since Delta Delta Thoras. Since the 1980's. That bulb had probably seen some shit.
"Good job," I told the bulb as I washed my hands. Silently I promised not to replace it with one of today's energy-efficient counterparts, at least until it finally went out.
Back in the hallway, I retraced my steps toward Brandon's room. Halfway there, I stopped.
Hunter's bedroom door was open.
You do NOT want to mess with Hunter's room…
Brandon's warning echoed in my mind.
Especially when the door's closed.
It had been a stern warning, but technically, his door was open. Even just a little crack.
I started to go back, stopped myself, then crept a little closer to the open doorway. I wanted to see. I had to see. Besides, it was Brandon's fault really. The forbidden aspect is what made the whole thing all the more appealing.
I touched the edge of the door. Nudging it open just a few more inches, the tiny voice of reason inside my head was screaming for me to mind my own business.
Curiosity killed the—
"Ohhhh…"
A sound emanated softly from the darkened bedroom. No, not a sound.
A moan.
My heart raced. Instinct told me to pull back, to retreat to the warm safety of Brandon's bed. But curiosity…
I peered into the room. As my vision adjusted to the dim light of the windows, I could make out slow movement. A head — a woman's head, by all the flowing hair. Churning slowly. Bobbing up and down…
Oh my God… she's blowing him!
Hunter was on his back, arms folded behind his head. And this girl, whoever she was… the girl was…
Go! Now!
I should've gone, but my feet just wouldn't move. The truth was, I wanted to watch. I'd never seen two people have sex, not in real life. Other than checking out myself in the mirrors of the occasional cheap motel.
The moan I'd first heard was feminine, but now I could hear Hunter too. He groaned softly as she went down on him, guiding his lover with one hand on her head. A minute went by. Two minutes. Eventually she rose up and straddled him, guiding him inside her.
It was too dark to see much in the way of details. But his d**k…
Oh wow.
"Mmmmmm!"
Hunter's guest grew louder as she sank down, taking him fully inside her. I almost gasped. Without realizing it, I'd already placed one hand over my mouth.
This is wrong,the little voice in my head screamed. I pushed it aside. Kept watching as she rode him. Up and down. Forward and back. Grunting. Groaning…
This isn't something you should be—
She bucked as Hunter rolled her over, keeping himself inside her the whole time. I flinched at the movement, but thankfully they were facing the other way.
The girl cried out again as he spread her open. Her legs went to either side as he positioned himself between them, squatting on his knees.
Jesus…
They began fucking in earnest now. I saw Hunter's broad, rippled back. His V-shaped shoulders, tapering down from his thick neck.
And his round, beautiful a**… thr*sting forward as he drove himself into her. The muscles pumping and grinding, working hard just beneath the surface of his warm flesh.
I don't know how long I stood there. In many ways, time stood still. I felt like a third party, all forbidden and wrong, witnessing something I wasn't a part of but certainly wanted to be. The whole thing was hot… sexy… beautiful.
All of a sudden Hunter's arms locked. He shoved his lover's legs back, hands gripping her ankles hard as his as* came forward for one more thrust.
Oh my God he's coming!
"UNNNNGHH!"
Hunter pushed forward one last time as he finally exploded. The girl beneath him whimpered softly, then cried out as he crushed his body against her.
He's co**ng inside her…
I felt a stab of jealousy. I don't know where it came from but it hit hard, right in the very pit of my stomach.
Look at that…
They remained motionless for a moment, reveling in what had to be the most intense, mutual climax. I envisioned his heavy ba*ls, twitching, surging, pumping his se*d inside her. I couldn't move. Couldn't even swallow. For the first time I noticed the aroma wafting out of the room; the smell of se*. The smell of—
A flash of lighting lit the room, and for a split-second I could see everything. Or rather, several things, gathered around the bedroom. Somewhat large things. Vaguely familiar things, only I didn't have time enough to make them out.
Back in the renewed darkness, the muscles of Hunter's back relaxed all at once. He released his hold on the girl's legs, which were now trembling, and rolled over.
You should go…
The girl kissed him briefly, then sat up. In one graceful movement she rolled off the bed…
… and headed straight for me.
Shit!
I backed up a step or two, then froze. There wasn't enough time to make Brandon's room. Not enough time to do anything!
The door opened and I froze, pressing my back to the wall. It was futile. There was no way I couldn't be seen…
The girl stepped out — some breathtakingly beautiful blonde with long, silky hair. But rather than see me she turned, crossed one leg over another, and sauntered her little heart-shaped as* right into the bathroom at the end of the hall.
Thank God…
I remained motionless as she closed the door. Then, for some reason, I pressed my luck. Peering through the bedroom door, I caught a glimpse of Hunter laying on the bed. He was gloriously nak*d, his spent co*k slung limply against one leg. In the silver moonlight I could see his perfect body covered in a thin sheen of sweat…
I took a mental picture. One I could stow away for later, and pull back to the front of my mind whenever I wanted.
Then the toilet flushed.
Lily, you as**ole!
I practically sprinted back to Brandon's room and quickly slipped inside. The noise from the running sink and flushed toilet more than covered my escape.
Back beneath the sheets, I stared up at the ceiling for a long time. What I'd just seen was thrilling. Exciting. In more ways than one.
And you want it…
"No," I tried convincing myself with a nervous chuckle. "I most certainly do not."
But even as I pulled the pillow over my ears and rolled onto my side?
I knew I was lying.