A TASTE OF SIN

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Pulling myself out of bed, I took a shower and went in search of him, but he wasn't anywhere around, so I went to his bedroom, and I heard water pouring in the shower, so I figured he was inside.

Moving towards the bathroom door, I could see his figure through the glass walls, so I stepped into the bathroom.

I always knew he was hot, but seeing the water rolling down his majestic body made my stomach flip with thick lust, and I so much wanted him to bend me over and f**k my ass right here in this bathroom. I wanted him to have me on the sink, to f**k me against these glass walls.

Trying to keep my racing heart at bay, I tiptoed towards him and hugged his waist from the back.

"Isn't it too early in the morning to want to get that tight p***y of yours f****d?" He asked with a smirk on his face as he turned around to meet my gaze. His voice was teasing and sending heat straight to my core. I stepped under the shower and in no time, my little nightwear got completely soaked, and my n*****s were firm under my soaked clothes. "I want you to make me remember how you f**k my ass," I said, running my hands through his chest as I tried to put on a show. Then I began peeling the glued piece of fabric from my skin till I stood bare-chested in front of him, and I could see his member twitch and rise as I peeled off my clothes. Then I went on my knees in front of him and reached for his dick..." We can't do this now, sweetheart. I'm going to pick your mum from the airport, and I need a clear mind". Then he walked away, leaving me horny and unattended. I felt a sting in my chest, "How could he possibly not want to pin me against these walls and pound me till I lost my ability to walk?" I murmured to myself as I stood helpless in his bathroom.

Mum was returning today, and I can't describe for sure if I felt happy or sad about it. On one hand, mum's presence would fill the room again, but on the other hand, Luke's my newly acquired hobby might come to an end.

I kept telling myself to calm down, like saying it enough times would actually make it true. Calm down. Relax. It's just Mum coming home. Normal people don't panic because their mother is returning from a trip. Normal people don't suddenly feel bad because a suitcase is rolling in through the front door.

But nothing felt normal anymore, and I knew there was no denying it. Even the clock in the living room sounded louder than usual, and every tick the clock made was like a reminder that whatever fantasy we were living in was about to come to an end. I tried distracting myself by scrolling through my phone, opening apps, closing them, and reading the same message three times without understanding a single word. My brain refused to cooperate; it kept reminiscing about Luke. I hated how easily he clouded my thoughts. It wasn't fair, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary,y no big moment I could point at and say that's where it started. It was the little things. The way he always kept his eyes on me while he talked, the sound of his laugh that made my body tingle, and even the way he always noticed when I changed something, like something as stupid as tying my hair differently or usedn I use a different lip gloss or even a change of perfume. Mum never noticed those things Luke did.

I walked around the house pretending to tidy, just lifting pillows and placing them exactly where I took them from. I felt pathetic. Everything looked the same, but I just felt different, like I crossed a line that only existed to me but somehow managed to affect everything. What would happen when she walked in? Would she notice the change in my behavior? Would Luke go back to being the version of her that was hers and not mine? Maybe all this was one-sided. Maybe I gave life to imaginary instances in my head that didn't mean a thing. The thought should have soothed my heart, but it didn't. It made my heart hurt weirdly. Because a greater part of me didn't want it to be just from me. That was the truth I've been running away from. I didn't want to go back to being unnoticed in my house.

That evening, I was in my room, lying on my bed, scrolling lazily, when I heard the front door open. And their voices followed Luke's familiar lazy voice, then my mom’s laugh, light and relieved. I pressed my ear into the pillow, listening as their sounds drifted through the house.

I felt happy she was back. I really did.

But there was a small ache too.

While she was away, it had been just me and him, our easy conversations, and hot s*x. I didn't realize when the memory of him f*****g me made my panties suggy.

Hearing her voice again made me realize that the chapter was ending.

It wasn’t jealousy exactly. Just the sadness of knowing things were shifting back to how they were before she left.

The house is quiet except for the faint sounds of unpacking from down the hall.

Then, a while after, her suitcase hit the floor in her bedroom, and I heard Luke's low voice murmuring something that made her laugh a soft, husky sound that lingered in the air. The door clicks shut, and for a moment, there's silence. Then it starts: the rumbling of clothes, a zipper rasping down, followed by Mum's sharp intake of breath.

''God, I've missed this,'' she whispers, her voice carrying through the thin walls like it's right in my ear. Luke chuckles, deep and rough, and there's the sinking sound of the mattress as he pushes her down. And I freeze, my heart pounding, but I can't stop listening. The bedframe groans under their weight, springs protesting as he climbs over her. Their wet kisses smack loudly, lips parting, tongues sliding together with sloppy, eager suction as their tongues danced. Mum moans into his mouth, that needy ''Mmmhhn'' that vibrates through the wall, making my skin tingle with lust,

His hands must be everywhere around her body because I hear fabric tearing slightly, then the soft thud of her bra landing on the floor. ''Your t**s feel even better after all that time you spent away,'' Luke growls, and there's a wet sound as he breaks the kiss to suck on her n****e. Mum gasps, arching up with a whine that turns into a throaty cry. ''Suck harder, baby bite it.'' Ahhhh yes! Keep going, baby".

He complies, his teeth grazing with a faint scrape, and she yelps, the sound raw and desperate, her breath hitching in short panting bursts.

The sheets rustle as she spreads her legs, and Luke's belt buckle clinks open, pants dropping with a whoosh. His c**k slaps against her thigh skin on skin, and Mum lets out a hungry moan, her fingers probably wrapping around his thick shaft. I can picture it, and even hear the slick slide of her hand pumping him, pre-c*m making lewd slurping sounds.