“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say. My cheeks heat and he smirks at me. Damn it. Now I’m a liar.
“Don’t lie, peaches. You just need to give me a chance, get to know me. All I need is one night with you to change your perception of me.”
“Never,” I swear, though inwardly I’m trembling at the prospect of having one night with Zane.
We reach the doorstep of my condo and I stop to stare at him. “Well?” I ask. I just need to get my bag. Have some wine and study. I need to focus.
He knows exactly what I mean, but he plays coy. “Well, what?”
I hold out my hand. “Give me my bag back so I can go inside,” I order flatly.
Grinning, he keeps my bag out of reach. “What’s the magic word?”
“Now!” I growl.
“Eeenh. Wrong.”
I place my hands on my hips and give him the most murderous scowl I can manage. “I’m not saying it, so you can either give me my bag back, or you can get the hell out of my way.”
He studies me, and I have the distinct feeling that he's loving my sass, judging by that cocky grin on his face. “You’re a stubborn little peach, aren’t ya?” he remarks, his eyes twinkling.
I continue to scowl at him. “Will you stop calling me that? It’s friggin' annoying.”
“You know you love it.”
I hate to admit it, but his little nickname is growing on me. I’ll be damned if I let him know that though.
“In your dreams.”
“Indeed.” He lets out a mock sigh when I remain unmoved. “Alright peaches, being the nice guy that I am, and even after how rude you’ve treated me, I’ll let you slide with no apology--”
“Good--” I say, interrupting before he can finish. I try to snatch my bag out of his hands, but he evades me easily and says, “If you go on a date with me.”
My jaw drops like a bridge during a siege. Zane just isn’t going to take no for an answer. “Are you serious?” I should be flattered, but instead I’m shocked. And maybe a little scared. How long is he going to keep pursuing me? If he just wants another notch on his headboard, he could easily find someone else.
He nods. “I’ll take you somewhere nice and show you I’m not the bad guy you think I am.”
“No,” I say after a moment. “I don’t want to go on a date with you. Not now. Not ever.”
Zane is shocked by my refusal, though he tries to hide it, and he stares at me for the longest time before finally saying, “As you wish.” He comes forward and gently places my bag in my hand.
I snarl, “Thank you. Now have a nice day.” I move to walk past him, when suddenly he grabs me and pushes me up against the front door.
“I didn’t say that you could go in yet,” he growls, his breath hot on my neck. Apparently he’s not as shocked as he looked by my rejection. I’m doing a shit job at hiding how much he turns me on.
Why do I keep winding up in the same position? I wonder. Once again, I’m sandwiched between Zane’s hard body and a hard place. And once again, I’m turned on to the max.
Oh fuck, I can feel his erection digging into my side. Shit, shit. My pussy clenches. A primal side of me wants him to take me like this and fuck me against the door for being so rude to him. I bite my lip and feel my core heat for him.
His lips are so close to mine and I want nothing more than to kiss them, suck on them. Devour them. Down below, my pussy clenches again with longing. I’d let him punish me with that thick cock of his. This is bad. Why does he keep doing this to me?
Zane stares into my eyes, and I’m suddenly lost in his. All I can think to myself is, Why am I resisting this man? Just give in. Let him take me. All of me.
Yes!
By now I’m hyperventilating, burning up with desire. I feel like all my defenses are crumbling, like I’m a few moments away from being totally his. And I want it. I want him.
Zane knows this too and he gives me an arrogant grin. He moves in close, bringing his lips close to my neck. I can feel his hot breath on it and it’s driving me wild, making my limbs shudder with anticipation.
Take me, I groan inwardly. Take me right here. Right now.
Zane trails his lips up my neck, grazing my flesh, all the way to mine. This is it. This is the moment he kisses me and I give in to him.
Ready to finally surrender, I close my eyes and wait, my breathing ragged.
A second later, Zane lets out a mocking laugh and I pop them back open.
“Sorry peaches, but I gotta go,” he says, releasing me and stepping away.
I gasp as fury twists the insides of my stomach. The bastard just made a fool out of me!
“If you want to take me up on my offer, you know where to find me,” he says in parting. As he walks off, he’s wearing a cocky smile that says, Payback is a bitch.
In anger, I watch him walk over to his place and disappear inside, leaving me feeling sexually frustrated. Again.
Chapter 8
Zane
I lean my head into the spray of hot water and run my hands through my hair. The water feels good, but it’s not doing a damn thing for this erection Maddy left me with. I rinse my body, feeling a million times better now that I have the sweat of the day off of me. I got in the shower as soon as I was done helping her loosen up some. But fuck, what I need is definitely not a shower.
I almost have Maddy where I want her. She was so close. But she would have regretted anything I’d done to her. I know she would have.
And that’s something I don’t want. She’s gonna be right next door to me. She can’t get away from me, but I also can’t get away from her.
It’ll be nice once I finally get her impaled on my dick, but I need to make sure she’s gonna be happy about it afterward. I have to admit, it felt fucking good teasing her, too. It felt real good, knowing she wanted me and leaving her to suffer with her little pussy in need. My dick jumps with the need to satisfy that itch for her.
My sweet little peach is too fucking stubborn. I know she wants this. But something’s holding her back.
'Cause I’m a bad man. And she’s too fucking good for me.
Anger rises up as I have the thought.
Maybe that’s true, but she still wants me. And I can give her the release she desperately needs.
I walk out of the shower and feel the hot steam that’s filled the room. I grab a towel and pat down my face and dry off my hair. I’m too fucking hot. I almost move the towel to my waist to cover myself out of habit.
But then I remember that she’s right there.
Maddy’s condo is parallel to mine. Our bathrooms are right across from one another. I’m sure she could see me from her bedroom, too. I lift the blinds and open the window. There’s a few feet between the buildings, so it’s possible that someone walking by could see, but it's real fucking unlikely.
If my girl is in her room, I bet she could get a good look.
I look down at my cock and stroke it a few times, I need it to look good. I lean against the wall and pump my cock until it’s hard as steel. I think about how her breasts felt pressed against my chest, those soft moans that spilled from her lips, and that’s all I fucking need.
Shit, precum’s leaking out. It’s been weeks since I’ve had a release. I need one bad. If she’d just let me in I could be over there in a heartbeat and have both us cumming like we need to.
I open the blinds and smile wide when I see her on her bed with a large ass textbook in her lap. Yes! I open the window as far as it’ll go, my thighs hitting the windowsill, and I smirk when I see her head turn to me from the corner of my eye. I pretend like I don’t see her though. As if I just open my window stark fucking naked all the time. She doesn’t know I don’t.
Knowing how she’s trying to push me away, there’s no way she’d ever do this if she knew that I knew she was watching.
Damn it’s hard keeping the cocky smile off my face. I turn to my side and stroke my dick once. I hear her little gasp, but I ma
ke sure I don’t look out the window. In my periphery I wait for her to get up and close the curtains, but she doesn’t.
Fuck yeah, my girl likes what she sees.
My forearm rests against the wall and my face is just barely showing in the window. Just enough to take a peek at her, but she can still see the goods. And judging by her face, she’s happy with the merchandise.
I feel fucking cocky, knowing a girl like her is being so bad just so she can have a look at me. I let out a small groan that she can hear, and stroke my dick nice and slow.
Her eyes widen and search for mine, but I keep my face hidden in the crook of my arm.
I can practically see the wheels turn as she considers what she should do.
Be a good girl and touch yourself for me. Come on Maddy, be my sweet little peach and give me something to work with. Fuck, I wish. But that’s way too much for me to hope for.
She’s a smart girl, I bet she knows what I’m up to. I can see the hesitation, but more than that, lust. For a second I think she’s going to leave, or get up and close her curtains. But she doesn’t.
She watches as I stroke myself for her. I angle my body so she can see how I'm trimmed up and she can have a better angle of that sexy “V” at my hips. I’ve been told more than a time or two that it’s my best feature. I’m pulling out everything I have to show her what I’ve got. Fuck, I’m peacocking like a bitch, but I don’t care. I want her drooling over me and wanting me more than she’s ever wanted anything else.
Seeing that heat in her eyes makes it worth it. No fucking shame at all.
Fuck me. She moves the book off her lap and leans back against the bed. Yes!
I stroke myself again as another bead of precum leaks out. I use it to rub along my head, and I swear to God her lips part with a moan and her tongue licks along her lower lip.
Yes, fuck yes. That’s my girl. Let loose, baby. My peach needs to unwind.
I picture her licking the seam of my dick, and I stroke myself faster.
I see her hand slip under the covers and I almost lose it. Fuck, that’s so hot. She’s so goddamned turned on by what I’m doing she has to touch herself.
I imagine myself on top of her right fucking now. I’d slip that tank top off her body and suck her hardened nubs into my mouth. I wanna feel the weight of those tits in my hand. I can hear her moan as I twirl my tongue and bite down slightly. I keep up my strokes and rub the bit of precum over the head of my dick.
Fuck, she’d feel so good. Her mouth, her pussy. I want it all. I want to feel how good she is when she cums on my dick.
I look out of the corner of my eye and she sees me. Her hand stops, and her mouth parts. She’s been caught in the act. I turn to her and stroke myself again.
“Pinch your nipple,” I mouth to her and she stares back at me. Right now’s not a time for teasing. I can’t fucking take another standoff ending with both of us still hot and bothered. I need to cum, and she needs it, too.
I tilt my head down and stare straight into her eyes.
“Do it. Now,” I tell her. I know she wants this. It’s now or never, peaches. Don’t disappoint me.
Her left hand moves to her tank top and she pinches her nipple quickly through her shirt and lets her hand fall after that. I smirk at her. I’m not letting her get off that easy.
I shake my head. “Let me see.” I stroke myself again and her eyes fall to my dick.
Fuck me, she licks her lips and her hand moves under the sheet. I should let her have this. I know I should. I could scare her away by taking control, but I need to push.
I clear my throat, drawing her attention back to me.
“I wanna see.” She bites her bottom lip as a flush moves up her chest and into her cheeks. She looks so vulnerable, so damn beautiful. She nods her head and slowly pulls the strap of her tank top down, exposing her plump, milky breasts and small, pert nipples. Fuck, I want my mouth on her right now. For a second I think about going over there. But I don’t want to risk losing her. I feel like the second I lose eye contact she’s gonna run far away from me. I need to make sure she gets off.
“Pinch it,” I mouth. She’s slow to move, but she obeys. That in and of itself is an accomplishment. Finally, she listens to me. She gently pinches her nipple, rolling it between her finger.
“Again.” She keeps eye contact and pinches it again before taking the other strap down and doing the same to her other nipple.
Fuck, I’m so close to cumming. This broad has me wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t even know it.
“Harder.” I give her the command and she moves both her hands to her nipples, but I shake my head.
“One hand. Play with yourself.” She stares at me for a moment and I wonder if she heard me right. But then she slips her hand back down.
“I wanna see.” That right there is the line. She shakes her head and the same fear I keep seeing in her eyes is there. I stop my movements and consider going over there right now and showing her how fucking good it’s gonna be when she surrenders to me, but then I think twice.
This is a broad who needs time and space. I have to earn her trust. I can give her that. I can show her she can trust me.
I repeat my words, “I wanna see you.” She shakes her head slightly and I don’t push for more. “Don’t stop, peaches.” I stroke myself again. “Cum with me.”
She’s slow to move, but after a long moment she does. And I feel so much fucking relief that she does.
That’s my girl.
I start pumping my cock, watching her ease back against her headboard.
She spreads her legs wider under the covers, but she leaves the blanket there covering herself.
Even covered, she’s beautiful and tempting in every way. Maybe even more so since she’s still hiding from me.
“Again.” I give the command aloud and her eyes widen, darting to the narrow path between our buildings, but there’s no one there, only us in this moment.
She bites down on her lip and pinches her nipple hard. Yes. Fuck, yes. I quicken my pace and give her another order.
“More.” More. That’s what I want from her. More of whatever she’ll give me. I give her the command and watch as her back arches from how intense her touch is. I wish I were there. I wish I was the one giving her that pleasure.
I watch as her head tilts back, and her orgasm rips through her body. Her lips part and I faintly hear her moan as she cums from her own touch. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
My spine tingles and my balls draw up. Oh, fuck. Maddy. I moan her name as I cum. I cum violently, leaving a mess everywhere as hot streams pour into my hand.
I breathe out deep and look up just in time to see her pulling the curtains closed and I have to smile.
The next time I cum, it’ll be inside her pretty little pussy, that’s for fucking sure.
Chapter 9
Madeline
“God, I can’t decide what I wanna wear,” Katie complains, twisting sideways to look at her ass in my bedroom mirror. I'm sitting on my bed, having watched her complain for the past twenty minutes as we get ready for class. I think what she’s wearing, blue jeans and a colorful blouse, is fine, but for some reason Katie simply can’t take my advice. She’s tried on at least ten different outfits and each one has something wrong with it.
“For the millionth time,” I say with exasperation, Just wear that. You look fine.” I don’t know why she insists on asking for my advice if she isn’t going to listen to me. But then again I don’t know why she keeps coming in here, knowing I'm going to say the same thing. She's looked perfectly fine in everything I've seen so far.
Katie is still twisted to one side. “I would, Maddy, but it makes my ass look flat.”
“But it is.” I hide my smile. She does have a flat ass. She’s got a skinny waist and wide hips I admire though.
Katie turns to glare daggers at me. “What did you just say?”
“Your ass is flat,” I clarify. “Flat as a pan
cake.” I don’t let on that I’m fucking with her, partly to get back at her for keeping me prisoner while she tries on her entire wardrobe.
Katie rushes forward, grabs a pillow off the bed and lobs it at my head. “Bitch.”
I dodge it, giggling. “I’m only kidding!”
Katie crosses her arms over her breasts and scowls. “No you’re not!”
“I am. I swear.” I put my hands up in surrender, but apparently she’s really pissed off.
“I don’t believe you, Miss Evil. But you know what? Your ass isn’t exactly anything special either, so there.” Katie sticks her tongue out at me.
“Oh honey,” I warn, “don’t go there.”
“Why not? You just did.” Touché. But I didn’t say it to hurt her. I'll try being honest with her, see if that doesn't make her less pissy.
“I only said it to get you to stop complaining.”
“That worked out well, didn’t it?” she asks with a bitchy tone. What the ever loving fuck? She better be kidding.
“It stopped you from complaining, didn’t it?” I point out.
Katie sighs. “I knew I should have picked Vanessa for my roommate. She would have never had the nerve to tell me I have a flat ass.”
“Hey!” I protest.
Katie sticks her tongue out at me again. “Now you see how it feels.”
I cluck my tongue. “You need to get laid.” She’s either PMSing or seriously deprived of sexual gratification.
“You need to get laid. I can’t believe you pushed Zane away for a second time.”
If only you knew what happened last night, I think to myself. While I told Katie about my episode with Zane in the kitchen, she has no idea about our encounter the previous day, and I’m not sure if I’m going to tell her about that. Or how close I am to having wild, crazy sex with him.
“Have you seen him at all since moving day?” she asks, interrupting my thoughts.
Oh yeah. I’ve more than seen him.
Images of his naked, hard, chiseled body and big, fat fucking cock flash in my mind and my temperature starts to rise as I relive the events from the previous day. It felt so good to relieve some of that tension that had been building since we first met. Still, there’s a lot of tension left, and down below, my pussy starts to feel moist and my clit throbs. In vain, I try to push these naughty thoughts away, cursing how horny they make me.
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