Crest (Aggro) by Carrie Gray (best ereader for comics txt) 📕

face me. I prayed like hell she couldn’t see my dick. I’d already pushed too far. I’d already done too much. Yesterday, I cornered her. I let her feel the effect she had on me. It was a test of sorts. I wanted her to know that the electric current sparking between us wasn’t one sided. Even if it made me sick to think of acting on my impulses, I still needed her to feel what she was doing to me. I was a sick fuck. I was a morally bankrupt asshole for lusting after her.

“Yeah,” I choked out while tearing my eyes from her. It had taken me way too long to remember that she had asked me a question.

She leaned back and lifted her arms over her head, breathing in and giving me a good view of her sun-kissed body. Fuckkk. I was in fucking trouble. I needed to get out of here and take a cold shower. “My parents left again,” she whispered before shading her eyes with her hand and turning to face me.

I gritted my teeth. I didn’t want to talk about her parents with her. It was just more of a reminder that she was too damn young for me. But I also wanted to be there for her. Violet and her brother, Chase, had shitty parents. It wasn’t until recently that I started seeing Violet as more than just the bratty kid my daughter befriended, but I desperately wished I could stop viewing her as the temptress she was. “Yeah?” I asked. “You okay?”

She rolled onto her stomach, giving me a healthy view of her ass. This bikini was a thong, and those rounded globes there were just begging for me to sink my teeth into them. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “Could use a distraction, though.”

Maybe it was the secluded beach. Maybe it was the idea that I could fix something. This was one problem that I could take care of. One thing I was fucking capable of doing. If Violet Jones wanted a distraction, I’d happily give it to her. “A distraction, huh?”

I grabbed some sunblock and squirted it into my hand. I knew if I thought about it too much, I’d chicken out. I’d let thoughts of how wrong this was sink into my brain and convince me to do the right thing. So instead, I rubbed my palms together and then massaged it into her supple skin.

“Oh!” she said, startled by my touch. I quickly rubbed it into her muscles, easing the tension out of her shoulders by rolling my knuckles over the knots there. Violet gifted me with a low moan that sounded like sex. “Mmm. Yes.” That sound was nirvana. Sexy. Haunting. Needy. I wanted to hear it on loop in my mind.

I pulled at the strings of her bikini so I could get her full back, and gawked like a fucking teenager at the sides of her breasts. So perky. So fucking round. I got more lotion and rubbed it into her lower back. There was no one around. I didn’t even question how she’d found me on my favorite private beach. Violet knew I’d be here. She knew this attraction was wrong and still sought it out.

I rubbed lower and lower until both my hands were on her ass. I moved to straddle her legs as I kneaded the plush flesh there. “Fuck,” Violet cursed as I tugged at her body. I rubbed lotion into every curve and danced my fingers along the thong she wore. She parted her thighs ever so slightly, and I knew where she wanted my touch. I knew that it would be easy to slip my fingers inside her slick cunt and make her come right here. But I only allowed myself a single touch. One lingering, slow, needy perversion of a touch. I slowly ran my hand down her slit and pressed on her clit. I tenderly eased over the tiny scrap of fabric covering her hot pussy and circled her needy nub. She cried out.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

She was so responsive to my movements, and I felt how wet she was; her arousal filled the air and coated her thighs. I drifted lower, even though I wanted to touch her more. If I allowed myself to linger, it would be the end of this. I wouldn’t stop until she was squeezing my cock with her pussy. She pouted when I stopped, but didn’t dare speak. We were under a spell neither of us wanted to break.

I rubbed until the backs of her thighs were covered in lotion. And then, even though I wanted nothing more than to taste her, I pulled back. “Distracted enough?” I asked in a low growl. I needed to get to my Jeep and jerk off before I did something even stupider.

Violet sat up and stared at me, her bikini no longer covering her breasts. She heaved as she stared at me, her blue eyes like icy flames as the sun set behind us. I stared at her chest. Her perfect pink nipples were pointed and aching to be tugged. She ran her fingers down her neck, down her collarbone, down to pull at them. I let out a harsh breath.

“I think I need more of a distraction,” she whispered while crawling closer. She grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. My calloused skin on her soft curves made her throw her head back. I couldn’t help myself. I pinched her nipple as she moaned. That sound was going to unravel me.

And then my phone fucking rang.

I dropped her and answered it immediately. Reality was calling, and I needed to stop this before it went any further. “Hello?”

“Dad?” Breeze said. Fuck. Breeze. I shouldn’t have done this. FUCK!

“Yes, sweetheart?” Could she hear how anxious I was? Could she hear the guilt in my tone?

“Mom said you’d pick up dinner. Can you get barbecue?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Awesome. Love you!”

I looked at Violet