Trace of Innocence | Sweet and Sour (Book 4)

Chapter 50

(No Control | Holding Me Ransom - 50 - Everything Else Just Fades Away)

I am so engrossed in us, in our kiss, that I barely notice the cold brick against my back as Jess pushes me against the wall. Her hands are on the back of my neck, then gliding down my chest, then pressing gently but firmly against the front of my jeans which are now painfully tight thanks to my hard-on. Her lips slide deliciously over mine, her tongue dips into my mouth, and her fingertips leave my crotch to curl enticingly over the top of my pants. They are cool against my flushed skin, and I hear myself let out a moan of longing at how close they are to where I want them to be. I need her, and I don't know if I can wait.

I press my hips against hers, enjoying the jolt of pleasure that travels through my groin as the tip of my dick pushes against her stomach through our clothes, and I let my hands creep beneath her top, inching slowly higher until they reach the curve of her breast. I am just about to cup them in my hands when we are blinded by a cold white light as the security light is activated by someone walking around the corner. I mutter a disbelieving "fuck!", only to hear an unmistakably familiar gasp in return. I pull my hands away from Jess in horror to see my sister frozen to the spot with her hand over her eyes, shielding us from her view.

"Oh, s-sorry," she mutters as I push myself away from the wall and discreetly adjust my erection in my jeans: it is about as obvious as this damn fluorescent light. Realising there is no hiding it, I resort instead to pulling Jess a few inches to her right to stand in front of me, covering my crotch from Gemma's view. "People were asking where you were," Gemma adds, still with her eyes covered.

"I just came outside for some fresh air," Jess replies, in her high-pitched squeak that she only uses when she is either embarrassed, or has been caught off guard. In this instance it is both.

"And I came to find her," I offer, my own voice sounding a little husky. I clear my throat casually.

We're clearly fooling no one. Gemma lets her hand drop slightly and peeps at us over her fingers, and then breaks into a beaming smile.

"Are you back together?" she shrieks. 

"Um, yeah," I mutter, a little embarrassed to have been caught with my hands up my girlfriend's top by my older sister, literally twenty seconds into Take Two of our relationship.

"That's fantastic!" Gemma squeals delightedly. "I'd come over there and hug you - "

Oh Jesus Christ, please don't, not with my raging boner!

"but I think it would be rather inappropriate considering what you were just doing," she reasons, and I feel a flush of embarrassment. "So, uh, I'll just say an awkward Congratulations and leave you to it."

"We're coming back in now," Jess calls to Gemma's retreating form, and I frown in disapproval.

"Are we?" 

"Yes," she says firmly, straightening her top and fluffing her hair with her fingers. She looks flushed, and glowing. It suits her. "Everyone will be looking for us, and they're all here to celebrate the end of the tour with you."

Ugh. As much as I hate to admit it, she's right. And I don't want to seem rude or ungrateful to my family and friends for supporting me. But I would really much rather be butt naked with her legs wrapped around me, her nails digging into my back while she screams my name.

Oh God this hard-on is never going to go away, is it?

I sigh resolutely, and then hold my hand out towards her in a formal handshake.

"Well, I'm glad we got everything sorted out," I say stuffily, and she smirks at me, taking my hand to shake it. But instead I give her arm a hard tug, yanking her towards me to she loses her balance and falls against my chest. I hold her there with my left arm around her waist, and can't contain my triumphant grin, or resist puffing my chest out a little.