I hover outside her bedroom door when I get there. It’s so tempting to see if she’s locked me out again, but the aching of my muscles from our grueling practice session earlier and the stinging of my tired eyes after nights of lack of sleep get the better of me. I don’t even bother stripping down, I just fall on to my bed and almost immediately pass out.
When I wake the next morning, the sun has long risen, and school has long started.
“Fuck,” I groan, dragging my sore body from the bed and toward the shower. I’m as quick as I can, but I feel like I’m moving in slow motion as I try to wake my ass up enough to function.
As I pull open my bedroom door, I find hers ajar. I want to go inside and dig around, but I’ve already missed morning practice. If Coach finds out I’ve also missed class because I was incapable of getting my ass out of bed, then there’s a solid chance he could bench me Friday night, despite the fact we all know he needs me.
I force my feet to keep moving, I grab a black coffee as I pass the kitchen and make it out to my car to head to school.
She consumed my mind the entire day as memories from the fucking bathroom play out on repeat in my head.
Practice is a fucking killer, so much so no one suggests even going to Aces in favor of quietly dying at home before it all starts again in the morning. The way Coach eyed me as I walked into the locker room after school, I had a feeling it was my fault for bailing on this morning that he put the team thoroughly through their paces.
When I get home, I find dinner on the counter that Rachel has left for me and warm it up. I barely taste the chicken and veggies as I pack it away, desperate for the energy it will hopefully give me.
I dump the plate in the dishwasher and drag my pissed off, exhausted, and horny ass up to my bedroom.
Her door is ajar just like it was this morning, and I can no longer resist. She’s been messing with my head all day, so it’s about time I ensure the feeling is mutual seeing as we’ve had no classes together today and I’ve only seen a glimpse of her in the hallway.
Pushing the door open, I glance around the tidy space. I’m shocked she’s not had the place redecorated black yet. The pink that adorns the walls sure doesn’t suit her.
I pull open a couple of drawers and peer inside, finding nothing more exciting than a couple of her tiny skirts. It’s when I open the first one on the opposite dresser that a smile curls up the corners of my mouth.
Her underwear.
I pick up the pair of panties on the top. They’re exactly as I imagined what she was wearing last night at the diner. White, cotton and boring as fuck. A million miles from the sexy black ones I stole on her first night here that still sit on my shelf like a trophy in my room.
Moving them aside, I find the much more appealing lace that’s hiding beneath. I pull a few out, imagining just how they’ll look on her small yet curvy body. My mouth waters and my cock swells as I think of the body I’ve both seen and felt under my palms.
In a spur of the moment decision, I scoop the whole pile up, along with her bras that are in the next drawer. I kick the door open that’s swung back almost shut when another idea hits me. That thing’s been pissing me off since the moment she moved into this bedroom.
With a newfound energy, I dump her underwear on my bed and go in search of my dad’s tools.
By the time I hear a car pull up in the driveway hours later than I was expecting, I’m lying on my bed watching TV after showering the remaining sweat from my body from my evening exertions.
I tell myself not to, but I’m powerless to resist going to the window to see if that motherfucker from Aces has dropped her off again. I can’t see her, so I can only assume that she’s standing at the doorway and waving because he lifts his hand and nods at her.
The cheer squad are all about us and getting their teeth into any member of the team possible, but I’ve heard them fawning over surfer boy waiter before now. Any of them are welcome to him as long as he keeps his paws off her.
The front door slams shut and after a few minutes, the sound of her footsteps on the stairs fills my room.
“What the fuck?” she barks when she finds her empty doorway. I picture her standing with her hands on her hips, her lips pursed in anger and her eyes darkening with her need to hurt me.
I smile as I wait for what’s to come next.
Her footsteps storm my way before my door flies open and her small, angry body appears.
“Evening, sweet cheeks,” I drawl, running my eyes from the top of her head all the way down to her toes and back again.
She’s wearing a white shirt that’s tied around her waist, exposing her stomach and a ripped denim skirt with her standard fishnets. The whole look is finished off with a pair of heavy biker boots. I shouldn’t like the look, let alone find it anywhere near sexy.
“What the fuck have you done?” she seethes, her hands on her hips as her chest heaves in anger.
I shrug and rest back against my headboard. My indifference fires her up. Her eyes alight with fury and her teeth grind.
“Where is my fucking door?”
“Gone. Easier access.”
I rest my hands behind my head and watch as she tries to stop herself looking down at my bare torso. Credit where credit’s due, she lasts longer than I was expecting her to before her eyes drop.
“G-give it back,” she stutters, finding my eyes once again.
“So you can hide from me? I don’t think so.”
I glance around her and find exactly what I was hoping. Her bed. She follows my stare, her body practically swelling with anger. She storms my way, but not before I swing my legs from the bed and stand. Her arms lift, her fists clenched ready to fight as I stare down at her. The scent of alcohol surrounds her and now she’s close enough, I see the glassiness in her eyes.
“You’ve been drinking,” I state.
“And?”
She shrugs.
“Have you been with him?”
“Why the fuck do you care who I’ve been with? I haven’t been here, that’s all you should be concerned with.”
“Where. Have. You. Been?” I demand.
The tension between us crackles, but she still doesn’t drop her fists. I take a step toward her until her hands brush my chest. I fight to keep the growl in that wants to rumble up my chest from the contact.
“What do I need to do to get the answer out of you?”
She quirks her head to the side. My fingers grasp her chin and hold her in place. Her breath catches and a little of the fear I crave mixes with the defiance in her eyes.
“I went to the beach,” she admits eventually with a roll of her eyes.
“With who?”
“With him, and a few of his friends,” she taunts. “We had a great time. A little booze, a little sand, a little—”
“Don’t,” I warn, my fingers tightening to the point her lips open. It would be so easy to slam mine down on them right now, to plunge my tongue between them and take what I need.
“Why? You don’t own me. I can do what I please—who I please.”
In one swift move, I have her backed up against the wall beside the door.
“What are you going to do? Touch me? Bring me to the edge and leave me hanging once again? Does that make you feel like a man? Does it give you the sense of power you crave?” My jaw pops and the muscles in my neck twitches in frustration. “Does it make you feel special?”
Wrapping my hands around her wrists, I pin them to the wall at her sides as I close the space between us. Her face only comes to my mid chest, so she has to tilt it back in order to look at me. Her soft curves press into my hard places.
“Seeing as your mom walked away from you without so much as a second glance, I’m sure you enjoy feeling special.”
“Shut up,” I bark, having had enough of her spiteful words.
“Or what? What are you actually going to do? Finger fuck me into oblivion?” Her brows rise in challenge. “Maybe you’ll just go the wh
ole hog and bend me over your bed and fuck me until I’m raw. Would that make all of this better, eh?”
“Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth.”
“And what if I don’t. Are you going to shut it for m—”
My restraint snaps and I slam my lips down on hers just to make her stop talking. A growl breaks free from my lips and I hate that I’m showing any sign of enjoying this. But fuck, if she doesn’t feel fucking incredible.
My tongue delves past her lips, finding hers. She resists for about ten seconds, but when I press my body against hers and squash her against the wall, she soon caves. There’s no denying my enjoyment then, because my length’s pressed against her stomach.
I release her wrists, my need to feel her body beneath my hands too much to bear as her taste and scent render me useless for anything other than finding pleasure.
I find her bare waist and slip my hands inside until I find her bra-covered tits. She moans, her head hitting the wall, but her kiss doesn’t falter.
She sucks on my tongue and my cock jumps at the possibility it could be next. It’s about time I got something out of this war we have going on.
Her nipples pebble beneath my touch, and I desperately pull at the fabric containing them, needing to feel her skin against mine.
Pulling back from her lips to drag in a few deep breaths, I trail my lips to her ear.
“Did he make you feel like this?” I whisper.
“Ethan.” I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a demand for more. I take it as the latter.
Dropping to my knees, I push her skirt up around her waist, exposing the tiny pair of panties she’s wearing.
“Did you wear these for him? Hoping he’d notice when you bent over in the kitchen and take you from behind?”
“No,” she whispers so quietly that I almost miss it.
“Or did you save showing it off until you had an audience on the beach? Give him and his friends a little show.”
“No,” she says louder.
“The things they could have done to you on an empty beach after you’d had a few drinks.” I shudder at the thought. No one touches her besides me. My words might be affecting her right now, but fuck if they’re not driving me crazy too.
Reaching up, I thread my fingers into her fishnets and pull until they practically disintegrate in my hands, leaving her just in her tiny red panties. They’re almost too pretty to ruin. Almost.
“Ethan,” she gasps as the sound of the lace ripping fills the silent space around us.
Pulling them from her body, I abandon them on the floor before dipping my finger into her heat.
“Oh god,” she whimpers above me.
“You get so wet for me, sweet cheeks.”
“How do you know it wasn’t for him? For him and his friends,” she grates out between heaving breaths.
I don’t give her an answer. Instead I lift her leg over my shoulder, part her, and press my tongue to her clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants, her fingers threading into my hair and pulling so tight it starts to sting.
Her addictive taste fills my mouth and I breathe a sigh of relief like a junkie getting his next hit. I lick at her feverishly as she chants incoherent things above me. Needing more from her, I lift my other hand and find her tight entrance. I circle around it, making her cry out my name. Every muscle in my body locks up as I fight my need to throw her down on my bed and fuck her into next week.
This woman drives me to insanity. I shouldn’t want to touch her, let alone crave her this fucking badly.
Pushing up inside of her, I bite down on my cheeks as her walls ripple around my finger and I imagine just how that might feel on my cock.
“Come, sweet cheeks,” I growl, her hands gripping impossibly tight as I find the spot inside her which makes her tremble with her impending pleasure.
I want to punish her, make her pay for turning up here like she did, but as she climbs to the point of no return, I’m powerless but to allow her to fall this time. My name is barely a plea on her lips, and fuck if it doesn’t make me want to know how it’ll sound as she reaches climax.
My teeth graze her clit and she stills, her pussy flooding my fingers before she cries my name, her head slamming back against the wall as she rides out her orgasm.
Unable to fight my need to look at her, I pull back so I can take in the look on her face as she loses control. It’s fucking breathtaking.
I continue fucking her with my fingers until she stops pulsating around me. I pull them out, suck them into my mouth and stand.
Her eyes are glassy with lust, her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath.
Allowing her eyes to drop from mine, she takes her time running them over the ridges of my abs and following my v lines down into my very tented shorts.
“Off,” she demands, nodding toward my only bit of clothing.
I’m solely thinking with my cock, and I foolishly do as she asks, dropping the fabric to my ankles and letting my hard length spring free.
19
Raelynn
I try not to focus on just how mind-blowing that release was as I struggle to get my brain to fire. That motherfucker has taken my bedroom door off—T=the only thing I’ve got that allows me to hide in this goddamn house.
He’s going to fucking pay for this. And if he thinks the orgasm he just delivered goes anywhere toward making it better, then he needs to think again.
He has no idea, but he’s just upped the stakes on this little game of hate we’re playing.
I stare down at his cock as I try to get my breathing under control. I must admit that it was easier than I thought it would be to get him to expose himself. But then, guys do think with their cocks, so I’m not sure why I’m surprised.
It twitches under my stare as he waits for me to do something.
Tilting my head to the side, I make a show of biting down on my fingernail. “You know, I thought for all your arrogance that you’d be rocking something much more impressive.” He snorts a laugh, assuming that I’m joking. Looking up to his eyes, I see a little vulnerability sneak into them. No better way to offend a hot-blooded male than to insult his manhood. “I’ve got dildos bigger than that. Come back when you’ve hit puberty and I’ll consider it.”
Spinning on my heels, I race back to my room, leaving my ruined panties on his floor as a reminder of my visit.
His growl sounds out behind me, quickly followed by his footsteps. I stop in my doorway and turn to him.
“Stop,” I demand, putting both my palms up to him.
He’s still gloriously naked, having shaken off the fabric around his ankles, but I’m unable to appreciate it due to the fact that I just lied and told him he wasn’t all that. Our eyes hold, something sparking between us. My core aches for more of what he just gave me, but I’m not giving him any more than I already have. Even that was more than he deserves, but the second he put his hands on me, I was powerless to resist.
“You might have removed the door, but this is my space. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll allow me it. Fuck the privacy, you’ve already seen everything anyway. But you do not take a step past this door frame. Understood?”
His eyes narrow. He wants to defy me, as I was expecting. Really, I don’t have a leg to stand on. If he insists on invading my room then he will, he’s already proved that, but I want to see if there’s anything redeemable about my asshole housemate.
I take a step back to see what he’ll do, mostly expecting him to follow me, but he doesn’t. He and his still hard cock stay on his side of the threshold. He lifts his arms and his fingers grip the frame above his head. The move makes his muscles ripple deliciously. It’s almost painful to keep my eyes on his face.
“I suggest you go to bed, Ethan. It’s late, and it’s a school night.”
“Didn’t stop you drinking, did it?” he sneers, watching as my hand lifts to the bottom of my shirt.
“I’m a big girl, Ethan. I can do what the fuck I like.”
His eyes widen in delight when I pull the fabric up over my head before undoing my bra and allowing it to drop to the floor at his feet.
A low groan rumbles up his throat and I just about manage to contain the smile that wants to make its way to my lips, knowing this is affecting him.
“Regretting it yet?”
“What?” he barks, his eyes locked on my bare tits. If the situation were anything else, I’d be cowering away, but something about Ethan makes me so brazen. It’s probably my need to prove to him that all these little tricks he’s playing, making me vulnerable by stripping me bare, aren’t going to intimidate me.
“I could be hiding behind a door right now. You’d have no idea I was standing here almost naked.”
His eyes darken. “I’ve got a fucking imagination, sweet cheeks.”
“Good thing, really,” I mutter, pulling open a drawer and dragging out an over-sized shirt.
“And why’s that?”
“You’re going to need it. You’re getting no more from me.”
“Is that right?” He lifts his foot to take a step forward, and my brow arches in warning. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”
“You’re damn fucking right it’s not.”
His teeth grind and his jaw tics. After sweeping up my discarded bra, muttering something about having the set, he turns on his heels and storms to his room. My eyes feast on his muscular back covered in that stunning tattoo until he slams his door behind him so hard that the house rocks.
A bitter laugh falls from my lips. There’s nothing amusing in the slightest about tonight, but I think the lingering alcohol from the beach along with the dying aftershocks from my orgasm make me slightly crazy.
I had no intention of going out drinking after work. I had homework to do, so as far as I was concerned, I was going to come straight back here and hope that I’d be allowed to get on with it. A small part of me even hoped Ethan’s friends might be here. It was a weird feeling because I’ve never done homework with anyone in my life, but even I can’t deny how good last night was as we worked together.
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