21
AGE 20
The party is still going strong, and I’m completely locked. My eyes haven’t strayed from Vivien’s for long tonight, much to Breda’s annoyance. She’s driving me insane—groping me, trying to grab my dick, and attempting to kiss me. “Come on, Dillon,” Breda pleads in a whiny voice. “I’m dying to fuck you again.”
I almost roll my eyes. These bitches are so unoriginal. Doesn’t she realize desperation is a major fucking turn-off? She’s been nagging me all night, and I seriously regret inviting her. I tune her out as my gaze lands on Vivien again. She’s still in the middle of a group of classmates, deep in conversation with Cat and two other girls. It’s safe to say she’ll be preoccupied for a while. Time to do some snooping. “Come with me.” Grabbing Breda’s hand, I shove my way through the crowd dancing on the living room floor and out to the hallway where the bedrooms are.
A couple are dry humping at the end of the hallway, thoroughly engrossed in one another. Three girls are chatting and laughing as they line up outside the main bathroom. No one is paying us any attention as I remove a small flathead screwdriver from my back pocket and pick the lock. “What’reyou doing?” Breda asks as I open the door to Vivien’s room and switch on the light.
“Stay out here and keep watch.” I kiss her hard and fast, purely to obtain her obedience. It’s a miracle I don’t puke in her mouth because I have never felt less into a kiss than this one. “Rap three times on the door if you see the princess returning.”
“Princess?” She scoffs, looking offended. “Don’t you mean skank?”
Pretty sure the one thing Vivien Mills isn’t is a skank. “Sure, babe.” I squeeze her arse and force a sexy smile. “Be a good girl, and you might get rewarded,” I lie.
I slip into the room and shut the door behind me before Breda can start mouthing off. My eyes flit around the room, taking note of everything. It’s neat and tidy. She gets bonus points for that. All the accessories are girly in the extreme, but there aren’t many personal touches.
After opening her wardrobe, I trail my fingers along all the designer clothing hanging inside. Pulling some drawers open, I discover neatly folded shirts and jumpers and another drawer with exercise gear. Then I hit the jackpot. I’m grinning like a bona fide perv as I rifle through her underwear drawer, my fingers toying with lacy knickers and bras and other sexy lingerie. My cock is at full mast, straining against my zip as I lift a pair of virginal white silk and lace panties to my nose and inhale. I’m leaking precum imagining Vivien’s hot, tight body wearing these and only these. Before I can talk myself out of it, I stuff the knickers in my back pocket and shut the drawer.
Wandering over to her bed, I study the two framed photos on top of her locker. It’s telling there are no pictures of her and Reeve. It’s a solid piece of evidence that he no longer has a place in her life. Lifting the photo of her with her famous parents, I trail the tip of my finger over her gorgeous face, pretending thelonging surging through my veins and the blood pumping into my hard dick doesn’t exist because I can’t lust after this girl.
“Dillon!” The door creaks open, and I curse under my breath. I whip around, discreetly setting the photo down before Breda notices.
“Get out,” I snap as she enters the room, shuts the door, and walks towards me. I don’t like her invading Vivien’s private space. She was a complete bitch to her earlier, not that I did anything about it. It was fun watching the Yank get her knickers in a twist.
Hypocrite, the devil in my ear whispers.I know.You can add stalker and pervert to that list too,I silently snark.
“Let me take care of that.” Breda grabs my junk through my jeans.
I’m about to open my mouth to tell her to fuck off when I see them. A massive bunch of pale purple roses sitting pretty in a large glass vase on her desk. The florist card is propped against the vase, in plain sight, the writing easy to read.
Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.
I miss you. I love you.
Yours always, Reeve.
Rage is instantaneous, so I don’t protest when Breda tugs my zip down and pushes me back onto the bed. I fist my hands in Vivien’s spotless white duvet as I quietly seethe. Why the fuck is she going around acting all mopey and sad if she’s still with him? What kind of sick fucking game is this?
I’m vaguely aware of Breda shoving my boxers and jeans to my ankles and spreading my thighs wide. My eyes land on Vivien’s face in the photo of her with her red-haired friend, andas Breda lowers her lips over my erection, I imagine it’s Vivien’s mouth going down over me. I glance down at Breda’s bobbing head, but her hair is too black to be Vivien’s rich chocolate brown, and it shatters the illusion. So, I close my eyes, arch my head back, and visualize Vivien in my mind as Breda slurps on my cock like it’s a lollipop.
Air whistles over my dick when Breda suddenly drops me from her mouth. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snarls, and my eyes pop open.
Turning my head, I find Vivien standing at the end of the bed, her wide eyes pinned to my dick. She’s staring at my cock piercing like she’s an innocent virgin seeing a dick for the first time. I had it done last year, and though I had to abstain from sex for six weeks while it healed, it was the best decision I ever made. Birds go crazy for it, and I’m not surprised Vivien is staring.
My erection swells, hardening to the point of pain the longer she looks. I need to come so fucking badly, and I want to yank Vivien Mills to her knees, tug down her top, and blow my load all over those gorgeous tits.
Of course, whiny fucking Breda has to ruin things, like usual.
“Get the fuck out!” she screeches, and Vivien blinks rapidly, finally tearing her eyes from my aching cock.
Spreading my thighs wider, I fix her with a smug grin as I say, “You’re welcome to join us, princess. The more, the merrier.” I keep my eyes trained on her face as I stroke my hard-on and lick my lips, loving the flush crawling up her neck and onto her cheeks. Her chest is heaving, and I bet if I thrust my fingers inside her knickers the evidence of her arousal would be coating my skin.
“Get lost, bitch,” Breda says because the cunt is determined to ruin all the best parts of tonight.
My mouth hangs open a little as Vivien rushes out of the room. What the hell? I crack up laughing. This is comedy gold. This is Vivien’s room. Vivien’s apartment. And she’s going to let some little tart speak to her like that? Where’s the feisty attitude she’s shown me gone?
Seconds after the thought lands in my brain, Vivien rushes back into the room and grabs Breda by the hair, tugging her away from me. “This is my room and my apartment, and you’ve outstayed your welcome. Get the fuck out!”
