My thighs press together again, and I whimper at the sensation growing there. If I placed my hand inside my pants,I’m sure I could bring myself to a climax within seconds, but I don’t want to give myself that satisfaction.
Not when I’m thinking about my brother’s best friend and what I want him to do to me.
You want my fingers buried so deep inside your cunt, you have to bite down on your pillow to stop yourself from screaming.
No. No. I need to stop.
I stand from my bed. I need to get out of here, go grab myself a cold glass of orange juice and slap myself back into reality. Then I can shower and get on with my day, without thinking about JJ and his dirty voice.
I grab my silk dressing gown and throw it on before making my way downstairs. I need something cooling, something distracting, otherwise I’ll climb back into bed and masturbate into oblivion.
There is nothing wrong with giving yourself a well-needed release, but right now, I shouldn’t be getting off to the thought of JJ’s body against mine. Not when Finn could be down the hall. It feels wrong on all levels.
As I approach the kitchen, I turn my head to the garden. At first, I spot Finn, he’s got two weights in his hands and is wearing a white T-shirt that is soaked through with sweat. Then JJ walks towards him, taking the hem of his T-shirt and removing it from his body.
Holy fucking shit. Someone slam my jaw back together.
I glance down at his abs to find them rippling with sweat, and muscles on his shoulders and arms. My core tightens and I feel my clit throb harder than before. He flashes Finn a smile, and I suddenly don’t know how to use my legs because I’m just standing here ogling him with my brother in view.
JJ takes a different set of weights, and I scurry to the kitchen when he turns in my direction. I open the fridge door and takeout the carton of orange juice and a cup. I place it down onto the counter and begin pouring.
Don’t look. Don’t look.
Of course I fucking look. My eyes can’t help themselves. JJ is doing reps with the weights, and his chest looks as hard as stone, sweat trailing down his face and onto his neck. I suck in a breath.
This is not good.
My gaze floats to his biceps that flex and showcase impressive muscle. I saw his body the night we hooked up and at the beach, but seeing him all pumped up from his workout, this is a game-changer.
I don’t think I’m ever going to see right again.
JJ stops for a moment to catch his breath, his eyes glide across the patio doors, and then rests them on me. I feel like a deer caught in headlights, especially when the orange juice begins to overflow the cup.
Suddenly, I jump back and shake my hand, the liquid rolling down my fingers. “Shit,” I curse to myself and my cheeks heat.
I slam the carton down onto the counter in frustration and stupidly take another glance up at JJ. He’s watching me with a smug smile.
I snatch the full glass from the side, not even bothering to clear up the spillage or put the carton away. I head straight upstairs and shut my door behind me. The glass of orange juice barely makes it to my bedside table before I collapse onto my bed.
One time.I tell myself.One time.
My fingers latch onto the drawer beside my bed and I fish out my pink vibrator. I throw the covers up and over my knees and sink the silicone toy down the inside of my thighs and towards my core.
I turn it on and dip it beneath my panties. My hips buckle within a second, eyes floating shut, and my body humming at the instant pleasure. “S-shit,” I groan as I increase the speed.
One of my hands balls into the sheets beside me and tears build behind my closed eyes. Oh god. Oh god. Here it comes. I’m about to fall over the edge, any damn second…
Then the vibrator stops, and I gasp, snapping my eyes open and pressing the button over and over. But it doesn't start, it does nothing. I groan and drag the vibrator into sight, my eyes hazy and my heart thrashing in my chest.
“Fuck’s sake. No,no no no.” I shake my head, trying to get it started again.
Of course this would be the perfect time for the batteries to run out.
I want to scream, so I do, out of pure frustration.
My entire pussy is hot and pulsing. I can hardly catch my breath because I’m so fucking turned on that I don’t know what to do with myself.
The sound of feet pounding against the floor echoes down the hall. “Ivy?”
