Logan's House, Part 4
I blushed and looked down, as much to will my damned erection into submission as to look away from her.
“Well, what does that mean?” she wasked, slipping her fingers under my chin to lift it up.
“I think,” I said, staring into the face she’d lowered to meet mine, “that Hisa put you up to this.”
“Up to what?” she said, nudging my shoulders back into the embrace of the couch’s cushions. “This?” she said, sliding one of her legs over my lap, her naked knee grazing the bulge in my jeans as she straddled me.
I didn’t know where to look. My eyes were level with her chest, with the cleavage spilling out of the too-small chemise, but to look her in the eye seemed the wrong move too. I settled on turning my head to the right, looking off to the bathroom door behind which Logan was hiding.
Ashley full-on sat on my lap now, resting her bum on my crotch, her knees squeezing against my hips. She leaned in, brushing her cheek against mine, a lock of her hair catching on my lips as she whispered to me, “Your body’s saying what you’re afraid to.”
“What?” I said.
She took hold of my hands and put them on her knees. When I didn’t move them on my own, she guided them up her legs, across her smooth thighs, until my fingers could rested on her hips.
“What are you afraid of?” she asked me.
“I…” I stuttered. “I’ve never—”
“I know,” she said, her breath still hot against my neck, my ear. “Why do you think I’m here?”
I squeezed her hips, which she seemed to take as an invitation. She pressed her lips against my neck and began to suck. But I couldn’t. I knew this wasn’t real. I pushed her back from me and she relented, looking down at me with her eyebrows scrunched up and her mouth hanging open, as I gently nudged her off of my lap and back onto the couch.
Before she could say anything else, I stood up and ran for the stairs, then for the door, then for the outside.
To be continued…