Fucking bitch.I knew what she was doing.
Unfortunately, it was working. My fist, a tight knot beside me, ached with the effort of stillness. Muscles rigid, I fought the urge to leap up, to tear him from her, the very air crackling with barely contained fury.
Sydney laughed at something happening in the movie, a melodic sound, and her hand fell onto my thigh, a sudden intense heat pulsed through my veins.
I leaned in and whispered sultry words into her ear. She froze and gulped, her eyes peering up at me, a lustful gaze etched onto her expression.
The rest of the movie, I sat, my eyes switching from the screen to Amelia. Every fucking glance pushed me over the edge, filling my head with unholy desires.
This affection for her, caged and frozen like a winter river, began to thaw into a darker, lustful sin. The icy grip loosened,revealing a primal heat, a throbbing pulse beneath a skin of frost.
I couldn’t like her, I couldn’t be the perfect man for her, so this was the only option left. Sweet and sinful hunger.
With Alex in the way, though, that couldn’t happen either, so I was stuck with Sydney. She was the definition of sexy, so I didn’t mind that much.
In the dim, blue-tinged glow of the television screen, Sydney's hand, cool and smooth, began a slow rub against my thigh. The soft cotton of my jeans yielded to her touch. My leg jerked, and I let out a hushed groan.
She smiled and peeked at me from the corner of her eyes.
Finally, for a moment, Amelia left my head, and I didn’t bother glancing at her being cozy with Alex.
Her fingers, tracing the line of my thigh, sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't just lust; it was a quiet rebellion, a deliberate defiance of the unspoken rules, the invisible walls Amelia had built around us.
The movie ended, finally. Shane and Sabrina worked on cleaning up the kitchen. I noticed Alex and Amelia slip out to go onto the balcony. I motioned for Sydney to follow me, taking advantage of everybody being distracted.
We went up the stairs to the last set of bedrooms. Sydney followed me into my room, and the second we closed the door, I pushed her against the wall. She gasped and allowed me to take control.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” I whispered as I pressed myself against her, placing my hands on the curve of her back.
Sydney's form was subtly different with a petite, delicate frame. Amelia possessed a fuller, softer, and slimmer curve. She had a pleasing plumpness in all the right places.
“Yeah, you like it though,” Sydney whispered as she lowered her hand to feel the bulge in my shorts.
A groan escaped my lips as I claimed hers, our tongues tangling in a desperate, hot kiss. I tore her shorts off with my free hand.
My finger moved with a deliberate rhythm across her wetness.
She moaned into my ear as I sucked on her neck flesh, teasing her with my fingers.
"Please," she whispered, her breath warm on my skin, pushing me closer. The scent of her perfume, faint and floral, filled the air.
“Please, what?” I knew exactly what she wanted.
“Take me.”
Wasting no more time, I kicked off my own shorts and undergarments while lifting her shirt off. Her breasts weren’t as plump as Amelia’s, but they were nice.
I hoisted her up, her weight warm against me as her legs encircled my waist. The scent of her skin filled my nostrils as I buried my face in her neck. A gasp escaped her lips, followed by a moan. It was a low, throaty sound that vibrated delightfully against my ear.
I started to thrust into her with fervor, like a wild, hungry beast, feeling the intensity of the moment with every movement. The sound of our breathing and the sight of her pleasure-filled expression heightened the experience.
Even as I was fucking another woman, my mind drifted to Amelia. Her image filled my closed eyelids; Sydney's neck, warm beneath my cheek, was a contrast to the phantom of Amelia's skin.
I conjured Amelia's moans in my mind and pictured the curve of her hip, the gentle swell of her breast, hidden beneath her clothes.
That was enough to send a wave of shivers, hot and prickly, across my skin. A frantic, buzzing energy built, a deep thrumming anticipation of the imminent peak.
I began thrusting faster, groaning into Sydney’s ear while she met my same intensity with quiet moans.
