Page 10 of Her Naughty Soldier

Our lips crash together again, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling. Her pussy grinds against me, her body begging for more. I can't resist. I tug her shirt up and flip the cups of her bra, baring her breasts to me. They're full and utterly perfect. I lean forward, my mouth finding one of her nipples, her skin pebbling against the warmth of my tongue. The sensation sends a jolt through me, and my cock throbs painfully, aching for contact. As if she knows, she reaches between us, stroking me through my shorts. I groan, my cock throbbing against her hand.

My fingers slip between her legs, pulling aside the fabric of her panties. She lets out a soft gasp as I find her clit, teasing it with my thumb. She spreads her legs, arching against me, her body begging for more. My fingers slip inside of her, and she gasps against my mouth.

I shift my hand, finding her entrance and working a finger inside. She squirms against me, letting out a quiet moan, and I release her nipple, pulling back to watch the pleasure on her face. I add a second finger, thrusting in and out of her, my thumb still working her clit. Her eyes are closed now, her mouth open as she leans her forehead against mine.

"Kiss me," she murmurs, her breath warm against my mouth.

I lean in, covering her mouth with mine, her taste driving me fucking crazy. Her tongue tangles with mine as I continue fucking her with my fingers, swallowing her moans. I know she's close, and I want her to come apart for me. I can feel her muscles contracting around me, the pleasure building, building, building. I've never wanted anyone this badly before, never desired a woman this much. She's perfect, and I don't want to stop, even if I should. I want to feel her tight pussy clench around my cock, her perfect body writhing beneath me. I want to fill her with every inch of me, to bury myself so deep inside her that she'll never forget. I want her to scream my name, to know that I'm the one who makes her body sing.

Her breathing quickens, and she grips my shoulders as I feel her body tense, her pussy contracting around my fingers. She gasps, her eyes fluttering open, and then she moans, a long, low sound of pleasure. Her head rolls back as she comes, and the sight of her surrender sends a rush of blood to my cock, making me throb with need for her.

For a moment, we stay like that, frozen as her body comes down from her orgasm, my fingers still buried inside her. Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, time stands still, the world around us fading away. I want nothing more than to take her right here, but I know that can't happen.

We both pull away at the same time, a sense of guilt washing over me. "I'm sorry, Lily," I murmur, running a hand through my hair. "We can't—"

"I know," she responds softly. "It won't happen again."

I nod, even though I can't promise that. It feels like a lie, but it's what she needs to hear. "I shouldn't have done that."

The sudden creak of a floorboard from upstairs slices through the tension like a knife. We both freeze, a stark reminder of Jake’s presence in the house. It’s like a cold splash of reality, jolting us back from the edge of a precipice we were too caught up to notice.

Lily’s eyes widen, and without another word, she quickly stands up, her movements hurried and anxious. She gives me one last conflicted look, a mix of regret and longing, before she turns and practically runs out of the room, retreating to the safety of her own space.

Left alone, I sink deeper into the couch, my mind racing. The warmth of Lily’s lips still lingers on mine, a ghost of a kiss that shouldn’t have happened. Guilt gnaws at me, the weight of what I’ve just done pressing down heavily. Jake is more than a friend; he's like a brother, and I’ve just crossed a line I can’t uncross with his sister.

I'm torn between the guilt of betraying my best friend’s trust and my undeniable pull toward Lily. It's a dangerous game that could ruin the friendship that's been a cornerstone of my life. The thought of hurting Jake, of damaging that bond over something that might just be a fleeting attraction, leaves me feeling sick.

But then there's Lily. Vibrant, beautiful, impossible-to-ignore Lily. With her, I feel a connection that’s hard to deny, a spark that's been growing since the moment I saw her again. It's not just physical; it's deeper than that. She challenges me, draws me in with her energy and passion, and makes me feel alive in a way I haven't in a long time.

Sitting there in the silence of the living room, the echoes of our laughter from earlier in the evening seem like a distant memory. I run a hand through my hair, trying to make sense of my swirling emotions. What started as a simple reconnection has spiraled into something far more complicated.

I glance at the stairs, half expecting Jake to come down, to confront me about what he might have heard. But the house remains silent, the tension hanging in the air like a thick fog.

I can't stay here, not right now. I need space, time to think, to figure out what to do next. Quietly, I get up from the couch, turning off the TV and making my way to my room. Each step feels heavy, burdened with the knowledge of what I've done and the uncertainty of what's to come.

As I close the door behind me, I'm left with a sinking feeling. I've stepped into a minefield, and now I have to navigate through it, hoping not to destroy everything in the process. But as I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, I can't help but wonder if it's already too late. The kiss, the chemistry, the way Lily makes me feel—it's all there, undeniable and strong.

And no matter how much I try to push it away, I know it's not something I can easily forget.

Chapter 6

Lily

Thesunishighin the sky, casting a warm glow over the mural I've been pouring my heart into. The vibrant colors of the community center wall come to life under my brush, a near-finished tapestry of hues and shapes. I should feel accomplished, excited even, as I near the completion of this project.

But my mind is elsewhere.

Flashbacks from last night flicker in my mind like a persistent, unwelcome movie. Ethan’s strong arms, the way he looked at me, the heat of his touch. I remember the weight of his body against mine, his lips moving with mine in a dance that felt all too right. And then, his fingers... I shake my head, trying to dispel the images. But they cling to me, persistent and unyielding.

I can't help but wonder, why did it have to be Ethan? He's everything I shouldn't want—Jake's best friend, a man with a complicated past and the kind of intensity that both scares and attracts me. It's like I'm drawn to things that I know will end in heartbreak. Is this some kind of pattern for me? A way to self-sabotage because I'm afraid of being truly happy?

These thoughts whirl around my head, a chaotic blend of desire and fear, as my hand moves almost mechanically across the mural. I'm supposed to be this free-spirited, independent woman, unafraid to chase after what I want. But here I am, tiptoeing around my feelings, hiding behind my art because it's easier than facing the truth.

The truth is, with Ethan, it's different. He challenges me, makes me feel things I've been scared to feel. But there's this nagging voice in the back of my mind, warning me that this could all end in tears. I've been down this road before, and the last thing I want is to travel it again, especially with the stakes so high.

Sighing, I step back to look at the mural. It's almost done, a beautiful piece that should fill me with pride. But today, it feels like a distraction, a way to keep my mind off the one thing I can't seem to control.

I'm so lost in thought that I don't even hear Ethan approach until he's right beside me. He extends a sandwich toward me, a small, tentative smile on his face.