Page 30 of In You

I grunt softly, not wanting to go back and forth with her over this. Tamryn is mouthy, and not that there's anything wrong with it, but it's got me itching to put her in her place, and right now I don't want her going into a fucking panic attack thinking I'm like that man. I'm nothing like him.

"Go on. Go take a shower, and get cleaned up for dinner."

She rolls her eyes. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," I say, meeting her attitude with some of my own.

She sticks her tongue out at me as she turns away, and I lean my hips against the sink to blatantly watch her as she makes her way down the hall, my eyes zeroing in on the fleshy sway of her hips.

"Goddamn it," I bite out harshly, turning to pack the rabbit away before giving in.

Weak, I sneak off into the bedroom right next to the bathroom and look through the crack in the wall again.

She's got her braid up in a clip, already naked and stepping into the shower, carefully pushing the spray to the side so it doesn't wet her cast.

"Jesus, you're gorgeous," I whisper, my eyes going wide at the sight of her heavy round breasts and the enticing curve of her hip.

Her breasts are beautiful, and my fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to take them in my hands. To suck and lick her nipples until she's tender and sore.

I shake my head roughly as a fucked up mom memory comes back, and I press my eye closer to the crack, mentally willing my brain to stay focused on what's in front of me. Not behind me.

The water cascades down her body, highlighting her beautiful skin.

I guess because she hasn't been able to shave since she's been here her mound isn't completely bare, and I wonder if that's how she likes it.

When I fuck her, because I refuse to entertain thoughts I won't, I'll be making sure I shave her down there.

Tamryn deftly uses one hand to lather up her loofah, and she washes slowly as if she's really savoring the experience.

Heat crawls up my spine and my neck as she washes herself before moving the loofah over her pussy in soft strokes.

I imagine my tongue down there, the freedom and abandon I'd no doubt find through our connection.

My eyes roam her everywhere as she discards the towel, and then pulls the shower head down to rinse off without wetting her cast.

My lips curve in a satisfied grin when she lingers at her pussy, much to my amusement. "I bet you like that, don't you?" I say quietly.

Tamryn pauses when she goes to pull the spray up her body.

Her cheeks become slightly more flushed, her eyes flicker, and she bites on her bottom lip as if she's thinking hard.

I tilt my head, wondering what's going on when I see her lower the spray back to her pussy, and then lift a foot to rest on the edge of the tub.

Putting my palms to the wall I lower my head and groan quietly, feeling like I'm being slowly set on fire. I take a deep breath and then look back up, not wanting to miss this for anything.

My eyes narrow as she sucks in a deep breath and then her tummy tightens up, trembling. She tosses her head back as little whimpers escape her throat. "That's it, baby, come on." I put my hand to my erection and squeeze.

Her lips part, and then she lowers her head as she sways, panting hard and squeezing her eyes shut.

She makes this sound that has my cock jerking and pre-come spurting into my briefs, and then she sags back against the wall.

When her hand holding the spray falls limply to her side, the water shoots out, hitting the shower lining and it scares her.

She jerks back upright and then replaces it in the holder and then finishes rinsing the suds off.

I push off the wall and head to my bedroom to masturbate roughly, scratching this itch that hasn't gone away since I brought her home.

"Let mommy kiss and make it better."

My eyelids flicker as I thrash on the pillow, stuck in a nightmare.

"Mommy," I say, pulling the covers back to my tummy. "I'm cold when you do that."

Mommy smiles at me, laying down in the bed. "I'm about to warm you up, Caleb." I press my lips together, pulling away when her hand goes to my privates and squeezes. "Can you warm mommy up?"

I shiver, looking towards the door and then back to her as her lips brush against my cheek, and then her weight settles on top of me.

"Mommy, I can't breathe!" I squeak, wiggling under her. "Mommy!" I shout.

"Shhh, Caleb."

I feel something wet down there, and my face scrunches up with disgust.

"Mommy, get off. Mommy!" I yelp, but she moves on top of me despite my protests.

Her hands pressing hard into my chest, forcing the air from her lungs as she squirms against me, naked from the waist down.

Her breath washes over my face, smelling like that nasty stuff she drinks all day. "Mommy, no!"

But no amount of pleading sways her.

I look to the side and think about Flora. When's the next time I'm going to see my sissy? A tear slips from my eye, and mommy doesn't get off for a long time. When she finally does, I look down, seeing I'm wet down there.

I wake up, heart pounding, chest heaving, and clutching the pillow to my body.

I cough, swinging my legs out of the bed and shuddering as hot tears fall from my eyes.

My stomach rolls as nausea makes me hot and sweaty, and I lower my face into my hands and rock back and forth miserably as the memories all come flooding back with no relief to be found.

All I want is comfort, but I can't let myself have it.

Bile comes up in my mouth, and I groan as I sink to my knees, pound my fists into the floor and force myself to breathe as my skin crawls, and itches.

I reach for the waste basket just in time to upchuck my dinner from a few hours ago, not stopping until I feel utterly empty.

Just like in my dream, I look at the door, knowing there's a woman right down the hall who's touch might make it go away. Might. But I keep my ass planted here right in my bedroom as my anxiety soars sky high. Telling me I'm not worthy. Telling me I don't deserve it.

That I don't deserve her.

So I don't even try.