I dragged my fingers out of Haruna's drenched pussy with a slow, deliberate pull, savoring the way her walls tried to keep me. Her juices coated my skin, obscene and glistening. She bit her lip hard enough to bruise, her hips still rolling in tiny, desperate circles—like she could fuck the air if she tried hard enough.
Haruna shot me a look hot enough to scald before smoothing her skirt down with trembling hands. The bus lurched forward just as the woman dropped into her seat, the engine's growl covering the sound of Haruna's ragged breathing.
I didn't wipe my fingers clean.
I licked them.
Haruna's eyes burned into me as I slowly pulled my fingers from my mouth, her thighs pressing together like she could trap the heat I'd stirred inside her. The woman across from us adjusted her scarf again, her sharp gaze flickering toward the window—completely unaware that the girl beside me was seconds from unraveling right in front of her.
And fuck, that made my cock throb, hard and aching against my zipper.
I couldn't push Haruna further—not with prying eyes so close—but the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers dug into her skirt, told me she was begging for it. The bus lurched, and she let out a tiny, broken sound, her blush deepening.
"Our stop is next," she whispered, her voice rough.
We stepped off the bus, the evening air doing nothing to cool the fire between us. The walk to Julie's house was charged, Haruna's silence heavy with unspoken need. When we reached the door, I rang the doorbell, the chime echoing through the house like a warning.
The door swung open almost immediately.
Hannah was standing there, her eyes bright with relief.
"Hannah—!" She threw herself into the other girl's arms. "Thank you... You're my best sister..."
Hannah hugged her tightly, but her gaze locked onto me over Haruna's shoulder, sharp and knowing. Then Julie stepped out of her room, her presence filling the space like a storm.
Her eyes met mine—flashing with something raw and dangerous—before she masked it with a cold, furious expression.
"Oh." Her voice was ice. "So you finally decided to show up."
I opened my mouth, but Haruna cut in, "Aunt, don't blame Jack—it's all because of me—"
Julie's gaze snapped to her, her expression softening for just a second before she turned that razor-sharp focus back on me. "No, Haruna." Her voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the edge beneath it.
"This isn't your fault. This is his. He hid it from me. He didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"You told Hannah. You told Yuko. But you lied to me. What does that mean, Jack?" She crossed her arms, her eyes burning into mine. "Am I not important? Someone you can just ignore when it suits you?"
I could see the cracks in her performance—the way her fingers tightened around her own arms, the way her breath hitched just slightly. But she wasn't done.
"I thought Hannah was hurt, " she continued, her voice trembling with fake outrage. "I thought you'd actually done something to her! And then she tells me it was all an act? That you planned this whole thing behind my back?" She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Do I mean so little to you that you can't even be honest with me?"
Haruna shifted uncomfortably beside me, but I kept my gaze locked on Julie. I knew this game. Knew the way her chest rose and fell just a little faster, the way her eyes flicked to my lips before she caught herself.
"Aunt Julie—" I started, but she cut me off with a sharp gesture.
"No." Her voice was firm, but I saw the way her fingers twitched at her sides. "I don't want to hear it, Jack. Not right now." She turned abruptly, her voice trembling just enough to sell it. "Hannah, I'm going to my room. Tell them not to disturb me."
I didn't let her get far.
"Aunt Julie—wait." My voice was low, commanding, but Julie had closed the door with a loud thud.
Haruna moved to follow, but I stopped Haruna with a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. She's not really angry." I shot Hannah a look. "Stay here. I'll handle this."
Haruna bit her lip, nodding as I pushed past her, following Julie into her room. The door clicked shut behind me, and the second it did, Julie whirled on me, her act dropping like a mask.
"You absolute bastard," she hissed, but there was no real anger in her voice—just heat, just need. She stepped closer, her hands coming up to shove at my chest, but I caught her wrists, pinning them against the door.
"Did you enjoy that?" she demanded, her voice breathless. "Making me worry? Making me think you'd actually hurt Hannah?"
I leaned in, my mouth hovering just above hers. "You loved it," I murmured. "You loved playing the hurt one. Loved the excuse to drag me in here."
She let out a frustrated sound, but her body betrayed her, arching into me. "You're insufferable. "
"And you're dramatic, " I shot back, my grip on her wrists tightening just enough to make her gasp. "But we both know you're not really mad."
Her eyes flashed, dark and dangerous, like storm clouds ready to break. "Oh, I'm mad, Jack," she hissed, her voice a low, velvety growl that sent a jolt straight to my cock. "I'm furious. You made me...." She twisted her wrists in my grip, testing my hold, but I didn't let go—not even an inch. Instead, I pulled her closer, feeling the way her body reacted, the way her breath hitched as her chest brushed against mine.
"What?" I cut in, my voice rough, my lips hovering just above hers. "Made you what, Julie?"
She hesitated, her breath coming faster, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and something far more dangerous. "Made me wait, " she spat, her voice trembling with frustration.
"Made my fucking cock-hungry asshole of a body itch for you. Made me sit here, wondering if you were even coming, if you were—" Her voice cracked, just for a second, before she forced it steady again. "If you were off getting your dick wet somewhere else while I was here, aching for it."
A low, dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. "Is that what this is about?" I murmured, my free hand sliding down to grip her hip, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "You were jealous?"
"I was pissed, " she snapped, but her body betrayed her, arching into my touch, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to ease the ache between them. "I was furious that you left me here, needing you, while you were out—"