The way her jeans hugged her ass and nearly brought me to my knees today.
My hand slowly drifts downwards, my fingers brushing against my hardening length. My teeth sink into my lower lip as I imagine Lainey's soft touch that makes me ache with need. The thought of her hands on my body sends shivers down my spine.
The thought of her making out with that guy at the party the other night. How she twisted her body with his, how her fingers tangled in his hair, how his hands moved over her perfect ass. It shouldn’t turn me on so much. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why does she have to be so damn tempting?
I picture Lainey's lips, full and pink, and wonder how they would feel against mine. How they’d feel around my…
My fingers tighten around my dick, stroking slowly as I envision Lainey's hands replacing my own. I imagine her kneeling before me, her eyes locked on mine as she takes me into her warm mouth.
The fantasy is so vivid, I can almost feel her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, her soft moans filling the room.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, my eyes fluttering shut as I increase the pace of my strokes. I picture Lainey's hands roaming over my body, her fingernails gently scraping my skin. The thought of her exploring every inch of me,discovering my most sensitive spots, makes my breath catch.
My mind continues to race with scenarios, each more erotic than the last.
I imagine Lainey pushing me against the shower wall, her wet body pressed against mine, her hands gripping my ass as she urges me to take her. I can almost feel her hot breath on my neck, her soft moans turning into desperate pleas as she begs me to fuck her.
My strokes become more urgent, my breathing ragged as I envision Lainey riding me, her tight pussy bouncing on my cock.
My balls tighten and my hand moves faster, my body tensing as I groan loudly, cum shooting out in hot bursts, hitting the shower wall and mixing with the steam.
As I catch my breath, I lean against the cool tiles, my heart still racing. The thought of Barkley down on her knees for me, sucking me off… fuck. This is bad.
I’ve always had this attraction to her, ever since she stood up to me when we were kids when I stole her freaking cookie. She pushed me to the ground and broke the cookie in my face. That’s when I knew this girl was different from the rest.
That and ever since her tits grew and she started wearing more revealing clothing. I just don’t know why it’s affecting me so much now.
Turning the water off that has now turned cold, I step out of the shower, the cool air hitting my skin. The feeling that Lainey is becoming an obsession, atemptation that I might not be able to resist for much longer is kind of pissing me the fuck off.
My sister would absolutely kill me if I went after Lainey, Lainey would probably kick me in the balls if I tried anything, and I should not be feeling these things for this girl.
I’m sofucking fucked.
Chapter 7
Lainey
“I’m really sorry Holland kidnapped you. Do you want me to kick his ass?” Ellie asks, bringing two mugs of coffee into the living room. She takes a seat next to me and hands me my mug. I probably shouldn’t be having coffee this late in the day, but it smells too good to pass up.
I chuckle at the thought of Ellie, who is shorter than me, trying to beat Holland’s ass.
“I’m fully capable of kicking his ass myself, El. But no, it’s fine. I was bored anyway,” I tell her.
It’s not entirely true. I was perfectly content sitting on the porch, readingmy book.
She rolls her eyes. “He’s so annoying. I mean, you don’t even like him. Why would he think you’d want to go with him anywhere?” she inquires, her face scrunching up in disgust. Her and her brother do get along, believe it or not, but they butt heads… a lot.
I shrug. “Does anything he does ever make sense?”
“No, I guess not,” Ellie says, taking a sip of her coffee. “Did you see the text from Gwen?”
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. I haven’t really checked my phone since we left the shop. I shake my head.
“No, what happened?”
“She’s freaking the hell out. I think the wedding jitters are finally hitting her. She might come visit this weekend,” Ellie explains. Just then, a door opens from down the hallway and Haley appears, looking exhausted.
“I heard Gwen’s coming home?” she asks, a smile growing on her face. She pads over to where we’re sitting in the living room and plops down next to me on the couch.
