Page 142 of A Foster Fling
I let out a sigh and unbury my face from his chest as I reply despondently, “I’m okay, that’s part of the fun isn’t it?”
He nods. “True, but you’re still scared, though.”
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When the movie is over, I don’t move from my spot curled up against Troy, and he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to get me to move either. Picking up the remote, he offers it to me and I take it, wriggling slightly to get into the right position to aim it at the T.V.
My stomach growls, and he grabs the bag of popcorn from the table next to him. After opening it, he sets it in the small space between us. Even though the movie terrified me, the story had me hooked. Deciding to squash down my fear, I select the next movie in the series and press play.
“Are you sure you want to watch it? You spent most of the last one cuddled up against me shaking with terror?” Troy teases
I sit up straight, and give him a defiant stare as I grab a handful of popcorn and begin eating them from my hand. “I’m sure.”
“Okay then, well, I’ll be here if you need to hide again,” he jokes with a smile, while gesturing toward himself.
My heartbeat stutters, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the movie, or because of Troy. I don’t understand what’s happening to me when I’m around him, or what’s sparked this change in me.
It doesn’t take long before I’m cuddled up to him again, hiding my face while peeking at the screen, too scared to watch, but too scared to look away. The popcorn bag crunches between us, and as he reaches into the bag to grab some, the knuckles of his hand brush against my chest, leaving a tingle in their wake.
My stomach warms, and every hair on my body stands on end. Heart thudding wildly in my chest, I have to fight down the urge to grab his hand and bring it back to my body. My only experience with sex has been pain and violence. I know it can be different, but not how.
No matter how unassuming or quiet I may appear to everyone else, what I’ve been through and survived is beyond anything they could ever comprehend. They don’t know anything about me. The only person I’ve ever confided in was the nurse who helped me when I went to the emergency room, half-naked, bleeding, and crying after being attacked by my former foster brother while his sister watched.
“Robyn, it’s late. You should get to bed,” Troy says slowly, stroking my arm as the end credits roll across the screen.
“I don’t want to,” I mumble sleepily.
Troy switches everything off, then gets up from his seat. Standing directly in front of me, looking down at me, he scoops me up in his arms. It takes every ounce of my will not to cuddle deeper into him. Instead, I stare up at him, fighting to keep my feelings from showing on my face.
Shaking his head, he slowly turns toward the door. His arms tighten around me, and he starts moving. “You’re falling asleep. You need to go to bed.”
He slowly slides one of his hands down my back to support my weight better, and I tense slightly when they reach the top of my ass. His thumbs gently stroke over the covered skin, and my eyes flutter closed at his touch.
He’s my foster father, and an innocent gesture is awakening something in me, something that shouldn’t be there—thoughts that are far from innocent.
Up this close to Troy, I peer at him through tired eyes. He doesn’t look old enough to have an almost nineteen-year-old son. His hair is still dark brown, and only has a few silver strands peeking through, and faint laughter lines crinkle at the corners of his eyes and mouth, even with his facial hair, they still show up. To my own surprise, I realize I’m developing a crush.
As Troy starts to head up the stairs, he stops, shifting me in his arms to support me better. One hand slides a little further down my legs to my thigh, and he cradles my body with the other. My skirt slides up my body, exposing my skin, and I’m thankful for the late hour and darkness of the house so he can’t see it—or my flushed cheeks.
Chapter Six
Troy
I should be feeling really guilty right now over the thoughts going through my mind as I hold her in my arms, but there's a noticeable absence of anything other than what is actually running through my mind.
Robyn has drifted off and is sleeping peacefully. She’s completely oblivious to the monster hiding in the darkness, barely concealed by the loving carer I am trying to be for her. I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist her for much longer. This is the riskiest thing I’ve ever considered doing in my life, and I’m mortified at how close I am to cracking. My cock is throbbing painfully and is so hard that if Robyn were to wake up, there’d be no way to hide it from her. It’s all for and because of her.
Setting her down on her bed, I brush her hair from her face and press a kiss to her forehead. Before I can do anything stupid, I hastily retreat from her bedroom. I enter my own bedroom and head for the en suite, shutting the door behind me.
So I don’t march back out and into her room I strip off and step into the shower, then press the button to get the water flowing. Squeezing the head of my cock before pumping a few times, I slowly build up a steady rhythm. Robyn’s face filters into my mind, and I close my eyes, picturing her soft, small body, and how she felt in my arms. It took all of my self-control to keep my hands from wandering where they shouldn’t. Still stroking my aching cock, I recall the dream I had earlier, using my imagination to fill in the gaps and explore Robyn’s body.
I bite my lip to stifle my groan of pleasure and keep from making too much noise. Tugging at my cock again, I reach down and massage my balls to variate the sensations. My harsh breaths escape in a rush, and my heart is racing. These little fantasies have given me plenty to think about over the past few months, but even I never would have thought I’d become so lost in them.
I shouldn’t be doing this, thinking of Robyn while I jerk myself off in the room next to hers, but I can’t seem to find it in me to stop. My mouth fills with saliva at the thought of her pussy around my cock or in my mouth, while the juices from her forbidden fruit spread all over my tongue and dick.
I fist my throbbing erection more firmly, and running my thumb through the precum beading at the tip, I spread it down the shaft. My heart feels as though it’s become a jackhammer, pounding at my ribcage, and my balls are tight and heavy.I’m so fucking close.Robyn’s face, twisted with pleasure, pops into my mind, and I come hard, spurting streams of cum all over my hand and the tiles in front of me.
Chapter Seven