Stroke. Stroke.
He rubbed his hand from base to tip to the image of her doing it in his mind with her hand fisted around his shaft. Faster. Harder.
His cock felt like a steel rod.
His balls tightened.
Just thinking about her, looking at her standing there, oblivious to what she did to him, got him off.
Would she scream when she came?
He wanted her to.
He’d heard it could happen. Could he get her there? He’d need to figure out how.
He could do it. He wanted to do it.
He wanted to know what it felt like to be deep inside her, instead of jerking off with his fucking hand.
She was the one. His one and only.
Stroke.
At least, she would be. He’d find a way to make it happen.
It couldn’t be that hard. She liked him.
He stroked himself again and again. So close.
He’d show her he could treat her right.
He couldn’t wait to get back to school, back to them hanging out. He’d have to spend more time with Marco. He liked the guy well enough, though Marco could sometimes be an ass. Especially when he was drinking. But he offered the most important thing: proximity to Brooke. He’d suffer through anything to be with her.
She brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear and laughed at something Julie said to her.
Fuck.This girl is killing me with need.
It made him even harder. He spit into his hand and stroked himself while he took out the pair of panties from his pocket with his free hand. He’d stolen them from her dirty laundry. Purple with white polka dots and lace trim. So sexy.
He stared at the beautiful woman who didn’t even know how pretty she was and came with a grunt as he bit his bottom lip so no one would hear him moan for her, though the house was quiet. The orgasm rolled through him, his cum staining her cute undies.
That was so fucking good.
Her wet, hot pussy would be even better.
He should get out of here. He didn’t want to be found lurking in her room with purple lace and his cum wrapped around his dick.
He stuffed the panties in his pocket and tucked his junk back in his pants.
Brooke had stepped away from their friends and headed for her mom and stepbrother. He’d seen her with Cody before, all smiles and whispered words as her eyes ate him up. But this time, she didn’t stand as close as she could get to him like he’d seen her do before. This time, she stood by her mom as Cody held the microphone, thanked everyone for coming, and then bid everyone to enjoy the show.
He was right. He’d stolen her attention. Now, she only wanted him.
I bet she’s thinking about me right now?
Brooke suddenly looked up to where he stood in the window.
With the lights out, she wouldn’t be able to see anything but his dark silhouette.
