Rachel’s fingers trembled as they pressed into the knots along Liam’s spine.

"This is just a massage. He needs it, he’s in pain."

But the lie crumbled with each pass closer to his hips. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, see the outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric of his shorts.

"No. Stop. You already crossed that line yesterday. You need to get it together Rach, you are a decent woman."

Rachel tried her best to compose herself yet her hands kept moving, sliding down his thighs, brushing dangerously close.

"God, what is wrong with me?" Rachel realized she couldn’t help herself because the flashback she was having of last night was doing things to her.

She bit her lip, eyes fixed on the bulge. She shouldn’t want this. She shouldn’t remember the way he filled her, the stretch, the fullness. Her own thighs pressed together involuntarily, a dull ache spreading between her legs. It’s just curiosity.

"Just... I need to make sure he’s comfortable." The lie tasted hollow.

Her fingers hooked under the waistband of his shorts, Rachel was going to indulge in her perverse thoughts as she told herself this was a way to make him feel better.

"If he wakes up, I’ll stop. I’ll say I was adjusting his shorts." The fact that she had thought this far ahead meant only one thing, she wanted this.

Slowly, she pulled them down, exposing his cock inch by inch. It sprang free, thick and flushed, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

"Oh God." Her mouth watered.

"Don’t. You can’t." But she was already leaning in, lips parting slowly like an anaconda. The tip touched her tongue, salty and warm.

"I shouldn’t be doing this." She closed her eyes and took more, stretching her lips around the girth. A muffled moan escaped her throat,

"Mmmph..."

"What if he wakes up? What if he thinks I’m some kind of slut?" But the thought only made her suck harder, the forbidden thrill tightening her stomach.

Her free hand drifted down, trembling, slipping beneath the waistband of her own panties. She found herself wet, embarrassingly so, fingers sliding through slick folds.

"This is so wrong." She circled her clit, slow, in time with her bobbing head. Another suppressed sound vibrated against his shaft, "Hnnn..."

"I can’t believe I’m doing this. Touching myself while sucking him off like a whore." But she couldn’t stop. The taste, the stretch, the heat of him on her tongue—she needed more.

She sank deeper, taking him to the back of her throat, feeling the head press against her soft palate. Her fingers worked faster, rubbing tight circles as she swallowed around him.

"This is what I needed. This is what I’ve been craving since yesterday." A sob almost escaped, but she muffled it into his skin. Her hips rocked against her hand, seeking friction, pressure, anything to ease the ache.

She pulled back slowly, dragging her tongue along the underside, savoring the salty taste. Then she took him again, deeper, her nose brushing his pelvic bone. Her fingers slipped inside herself, two knuckles deep, pumping in rhythm with her mouth.

"Yes. Yes. I can’t believe I’m doing this but yes." Muffled whimpers spilled out with every plunge.

"Mmmph... mmm... ngh..."

Her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the crown.

"He’s so big. I cannot believe it," She felt his hips twitch, a subtle thrust upward, and she moaned against him, the vibration making him pulse on her tongue.

"Please don’t wake up. Please let me have this."

Her own body was trembling now, her fingers buried deep inside her, palm grinding against her clit. She was close—so close. She took him deeper, throat convulsing around the head, and let herself come, a silent, shaking climax that rippled through her without a sound. She held there, her lips sealed around his cock, until the waves subsided.

Then, slowly, she pulled off, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip. She licked it away, tasting herself mixed with him.

"What have I done?" But her hand didn’t stop, still stroking his shaft, still kneeling over him, hidden in the moonlight.

She got up but to her horror, Liam was staring right at her.

"I-I can explain...!" Rachel went into defensive mode right away Liam simply smiled at her. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I think you were using the wrong lips,"