Admissions

Chapter 6

TRIGGER WARNING: Discussions of SA 

A/N: The OC finds out about Simon's assault in this chapter, though explicit details are not mentioned. Also we are getting to the spicy part, I promise. All in good time. 

It was confounding how a person so little could cause such problems.

Propped up on one elbow, Simon looked down at the sleeping woman in his bed. Sound asleep with her caramel curls spread around her and almost obscuring her face. Out like a light.

His morning erection raged, this need for her becoming excruciating. He could feel his tip dripping every time it throbbed and knew he'd have to slip out of their bed to go fix his not-so-little problem.

Never had he felt such a need to touch another person. Sereza was different, as always. To hold her, to feel her skin, breathe in her scent, run his fingers through her hair, and other romantic nonsense he would never have imagined himself in the same sentence with before now all sounded like heaven to him.

Just as strong though was his need to claim her. To have every bit of her bare skin pressed to him as his hands and mouth explored all of her. Find all the places that made her lose her senses. Feel her writhe in his hands as he showered her with every pleasure of which he was capable. To take her and make her fully his.

Sereza hadn't done anything to cause his current... situation. In fact, she had made no mention of intimacy or sex or hinted that she even wanted to do anything with him at all.

Everything happening to him was his own fucking fault.

Intense desires he had suppressed in himself for a long, long time had now awakened with a vengeance and were almost undoing him. Simon's own body and instincts were acting entirely on their own and he felt fucking vile because of it.

Sereza rolled over in her sleep onto her back. The soft sigh she let out was intoxicating along with the sight of her right beside him... looking like that. Simon's eyes hungrily took in the sight. Sweet, plump lips, down to the smooth curve of her neck, the ridge of her collar bone, and the fullness of her breasts. His mouth started to water when he noticed her white tank top couldn't hide the hardened tips of her nipples.

A visual feast.

His hand nearest to her was trembling. Just the smallest movement and her breast would be in his palm. So close and tempting.

Fuuuck how he wanted to lean down and wrap his lips over those stiff peaks under her shirt. Run his tongue across them and see her squirm while he ground his engorged cock against her. No doubt in his mind that she would taste simply divine.

Simon blinked the fantasy out of his lust-addled brain. There was no way he'd allow himself that. Aside from his own personal reasons, she was fucking sleeping and he would be damned if he was going to take advantage of her in her sleep.

He swallowed hard and palmed his pulsating cock through his pants.

With his head full of thoughts – some quite erotic, others most definitely not – Simon carefully slid out from the blankets, adjusted himself, and headed for his bathroom.