I’ve found her constantly nibbling or licking her bottom lip, and it feels like she’s on the verge of breaking, of finally giving in.
But she’s so fucking stubborn and unpredictable that I could be way off.
One moment she’s looking at me in a way thatscreams‘I’m begging you to do whatever you want to me,’ and the next, she’s biting Tahnee’s head off over something so minuscule, which leaves Tahnee pointing the finger at me. “This is your fault,” she mouthed at me this morning when Jenna took a sip of her too-hot coffee, and it burnt the roof of her mouth. “I don’t know how or why, but I know you’re behind this,” she said to me. “Fix it.”
“I’m trying,” I told her honestly. “But I don’t know if you’re aware, your boss is hard to read.” She rolled her eyes and stormed away from me, carrying Jenna’s scalding-hot coffee in the palm of her hands.
“Try harder.”
Call me crazy, but I loved that I could get under her skin so easily.
We’re both playing each other’s game. Only, she’s the one who has the ball firmly in her court.
She knows I want her. I’ve made it as obvious as I can without physically writing it across my damn forehead.
All I have to do is wait.
Stepping into my apartment after a long day on set, I claw my shirt off the second the door closes behind me, in desperate need of a cold shower to relieve the pent up tension I’ve had building inside of me.
Though, it’s a tension I’m able to lighten on my own every single night.
Lightenbeing the key word, because while it does the job temporarily, it doesn’t relieve me completely.
Letting the water run down my back, I follow the same process I have every single day for the last month.
My head rests against the white tiles, eyes squeezed firmly shut, while my hand grips the base of my cock.
Images of Jenna flash behind my eyelids.
Her lips wrapped around my cock, staining it red on the night we met.
Her long, blonde hair wrapped around my knuckles while I fucked her mercilessly in my hotel room, making her come around my cock, and on my tongue a total of fourteen times.
Bent over the sink during games night with her dress hiked over her perfectly round ass.
Her dress pulled down to reveal her tits while I slammed inside of her as she sat on the bathroom vanity.
It’s the same images repeatedly, yet I never tire of them.
They’re all I need to chase my release, time after time, night after night.
It’s not the same as the real thing, though.
Not even close.
But it’s the best I have right now, so I’ll take what I can get.
Chapter twenty-three
Jenna
It’s been two weekssince the Wingrove game’s night, and all I’ve done is think about Cole Green.
The way he fucked me in my best friend’s home, teased me with my little pink friend on my bed, and stole it right from under my nose, only to buy a replica toy that is of absolutely no use to me. Without the control, it’s utterly worthless.
Though, I looked up the price, and boy, did he spend a pretty penny on it.
Whenever I’m home, I watch the thing like a hawk hoping it comes to life, but so far, nothing.
