“I already told you, there are no plans. Get the fuck over yourself,” I slur, raising my hand to wave him off, but he’s quick, grabbing it and pulling me into him so hard our chests crash together and I gasp.
I don’t try to push him away, but I’m going to blame the fog in my head and not the fact that it feels good to feel his muscles against me. It takes every single bit of restraint I have to not run my hand down him and feel every indent I know is there.
“I certainly have plans, and they all have to do with you. Face down, on my bed. Your hands and legs restrained so you can’t fight back while I spank this perky little ass of yours.” I gulp and my breathing quickens as he continues. “I’d make you apologize for every little thing you’ve said and every time you’ve rolled these green eyes at me. I’d wait until your face is soaked with tears and your pussy soaked from how badly you need something to fill it.”
Said pussy clenches, and I know it has to do with how drunk I am because there’s not a chance in hell I’m this turned on by Wes. I refuse.
“And maybe you’d get what you want. Or maybe I would leave you like that all night. Needy and begging while I made youwatch me jerk my cock off as many times as I want while you remain wet and desperate.”
I squeak, lacking the words to say how I’m feeling.
“Go back inside, Bailey.” He lets go of me, and backs up. It’s not cold, but my body feels like it is from the loss of him being so close to me. My skin is on fire, and my body is humming. “Turn the music down.”
He turns away and walks over to his house. I close the door and have to compose myself before facing my friends again.
When I do I’m glad to see they haven’t put on porn, but I am faced with two very smug looking girls.
“What?” I ask, hoping my voice sounds normal.
“Lily’s right, you’re fucked.” Sutton smiles.
“Haha, you both are hilarious,” I deadpan.
A couple of hours later there’s another knock at the door, and I refuse to answer it this time. “Not it,” I call out. I know that if it’s Wes again, I can’t be held responsible for my actions, so I’m not about to risk it.
“It’s Jameson.” Sutton giggles, struggling to stay steady as she stands up and bounds toward the door.
“I really hope they drop me off before they start to feel each other up,” Lily tells me.
“You’ll be fine,” I insist. The two of them don’t really seem like the exhibitionist type, but what do I know.
They all leave and my house instantly feels quieter. Lily originally suggested a sleepover, but I can’t bring myself to open my space like that. I never had a sleepover growing up, and never as an adult either. Not even with hook ups.
That includes the man that turned out to live next door.
The one I need to stop thinking about and definitely need to stop having run-ins with. I groan, standing up and walking up to my bedroom, because I need to go to sleep to hopefully ward off the hangover I’m sure I’m going to experience in the morning.
There’s a light on in the window that mine faces. I can’t help but step closer to see if he’s in there. That’s when I see he’s reclined on his bed, not looking in my direction. I know my next actions are fueled by the drinks I’ve had and not my rational brain, but I don’t care.
His words from earlier are ringing in my head, and I only have so much self control it seems. That’s why I stay facing the window as I start stripping my clothes, slowly. Just knowing he could possibly see me is enough to have me continue. It doesn’t take long before he looks over. His face doesn’t give away how he’s feeling, it never does.
But his dark brown eyes look even darker in the low light in his room as he watches me so intently. My heart rate increases, but I try to keep my face passive as well. Even as I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my pants, bending at my waist as I push them down.
Wes stands up, and moves closer to the window. I hide the hitch in my breath as my pants hit the floor. My eyes remainlocked on his through the glass of our windows. I’m only in my bra and underwear, even though it feels like I’m more exposed than I am with the way he’s watching me. I could walk away. I could end this right now. But for some unknown reason my mind tells me to keep going. So I do.
Sliding my hand down my stomach, I tease my middle finger just below the trim of my panties, my eyes not daring to look anywhere else. Wes tilts his head, the only indication he’s thinking anything at all. His face remains just as passive, which pisses me off because I want a reaction. I want to see how much he wants me. I want to know what he would do if he was in this room with me instead of separated by a few feet and two panes of glass.
I dip my hand lower, grazing my clit and my mouth drops on a gasp. Wes clenches his jaw and he shakes his head. I stop my movement, narrowing my eyes at him. He folds his arms across his broad chest and raises his eyebrow like he’s challenging me.
My hand moves again, dipping lower, feeling how wet I am from this teasing and he shakes his head more firmly, then pulls out his phone. He types without looking at the screen and mine goes off.
He nods and I don’t want to move, but I want to know what he said. Removing my hand from my underwear, I grab my phone and read the message.
Wes: Don’t continue that unless you want me to finish it.
But what if I do? What if that’s exactly what I want?
I can’t, though. I’m not in my right mind and know I’ll regret it in the morning. The smallest piece of my rational brain kicks in,and I go back to the window, closing the blinds and letting go of the breath I was holding.
