by Mansi Negi
"Maybe next time." She smiled and leaned closer, bringing her lips to my cheek and my dick jumped against my shorts in response.
Fuck! Going to see Lyla when I was this amped and fucking horny could not end well.
"Wait!" I yelled to the girl as she turned away from me. Her eyes met mine again heat and anticipation flickering in the green orbs.
Fuck, Jonas don't do this! My mind screamed at me, but my dick begged for it. "Never mind, see you next fight." My mind won. She turned, pissed off, and stormed away through the crowd.
I pulled up to the street Alfonzo was parked at and ditched my car on the side of the road.
"The lights went off a couple of hours ago, so they're probably all asleep. She went to Verizon today, but other than that she's been here. I'm working on getting into her phone." Alfonzo made haste in filling me in on my girls’ entire day.
God, I felt like a dick doing this to her. She would definitely hate me after this, but she'd be alive to hate me and I had to keep reminding myself that that was why I was doing it — to keep her safe.1
I slid a card through the back door wiggling it until I heard the slight click of the lock.
"And we're in." I whispered to myself as I slowly pulled the sliding glass door shut behind me and relocked it.
I took a moment to look around, reminiscing on when this was home to me. I let the familiar smells invade my senses momentarily before making my way upstairs.
I looked at Tristan's door, I would love to see her one more time, but it would be too risky and it wasn't why I was here.
Delilah's door was cracked, her light was off and when I peered in, I could see the moon reflecting off of her silhouette. Her cream coloured silk robe had fallen open and her lips were slightly parted.
Now I was a total creep because the sight of her here was making me want to do all sorts of extremely naughty things to my sweet girl.
I pushed the door slightly open and squeezed in.
"Jonas"
Fuck! She's awake... think Jonas think...
"Mmm Jonas yes baby.." Delilah's soft seductive voice that she uses for only me called out. She was moaning my name in her sleep.
I'd heard it before, but never when I was this turned on. I was momentarily dumbstruck. I walked over to her bed and stared down at her, debating with myself as to whether I should just join her in bed.
My hand grazed her milky inner thigh and she stirred. Fuck, what the hell am I doing?
I jumped back and crammed myself into her closet. Staring through the blinds as her back arched a little off the bed and her hips rolled.
"Mmm, Jonas. please..." She begged in her sleep. Holy fucking fuck! I'd never been so turned on before. My body was fucking shaking holding myself back from going to her.
Her eyes opened and she sat up.
She walked over to the window. I watched the way her silk robe gathered right at the top of her bottom, pulling it up enough so that it was exposing the small crease where her thighs turned into her ass.
She had a beautiful ass. Fuck, my breathing was loud. I rubbed a hand over my aching cock. I'd do anything to be inside of her right now.
I was throbbing just thinking about that perfect pussy.
She walked to the bathroom and I cursed under my breath as she turned, exposing the view I'd just had to Alfonzo outside. I pulled my phone from my pocket.
Jonas: turn away
A: already did6
The thought of anyone else seeing her like this had my head spinning.
Fucking hell! She came back and sat right in front of the window again. Her perfect lips rimmed the glass of water she'd poured for herself and I couldn't help but wish they were on my cock.
Delilah gave the best head. She was so good at it. I pictured the way she'd looked up at me from under her thick lashes as I pumped myself into her mouth and practically gasped.
I was losing it. My self-control was hanging by a thin thread ready to snap at any moment. She stood and slipped off her robe. Bending over, she removed her panties and gave me the best view of that perfect round ass.
Fuck me sideways! I was fucked. I could read the headlines now, "pervert caught masturbating in ex - girlfriend's closet". I couldn't, I wouldn't touch myself in here, not to her in what should be her own private moments. This is so fucked. I am so fucked.
The shower turned on and I climbed from the closet. Two in the morning, and my dirty little girl is taking a shower to wash away all of the dirty things she wished I was doing to her.
I wondered what she had been dreaming about that could have had her so hot and bothered. The smell of her shampoo wafted through the room in the steady stream of steam that escaped from under the bathroom door and I sucked a breath to keep from moaning.
"Yes Jonas." I heard the slight whimper from the bathroom.
Oh fuck, this is too much! She was awake now and still thinking about me. I grabbed the door handle ready to bust in and fuck the ever loving life out of my girl.
The thread that was barely holding my self control and I reached my hand into my pants. Grabbing my pulsing cock, I pumped hard, imagining thrusting it between Lyla's tight folds. Imagining being in complete control of her body, watching her come undone at my touch like only I could do.
"Mmm Jonas, no one can make me feel like you." I heard the moans leaving her mouth and I couldn't believe it.
Good girl. Only I can make you come, only the thought of me can drive you wild.
The thoughts were running through my mind at ninety miles per hour. I should be balls deep in Delilah right now.
I continued to pump into my hand until I was on the edge.
"Jonas, baby... oh fuck Jonas." She was coming, and my string broke completely. I stopped what I was doing. I had to leave. I had to get the fuck out of here. I was standing in Delilah's bedroom fucking my hand to her in the shower.
What kind of horse shit is that?
This was a bad idea! I had to get out of here and blow off some steam or I was going to charge into that bathroom and fuck her senseless!
I ran out the door locking it behind me, taking mental note to buy something to jam between the doors so breaking in wouldn't be as easy.
"Going to go, it's all good inside!" I yelled to Alfonzo as I climbed into my car and took off, adjusting my over sensitive girth against my jeans so that it wasn't aching so badly.
Fuck I loved hearing my girl moan my name in private. That was the hottest thing I'd ever heard in my life.
By the time I made it home my erection was so achingly large I could have probably rubbed it once and come all over my pants. I walked into my apartment ready to get myself off and go to sleep.
"Britt? What are you doing here?"
6
Pool Fun
Jonas’ point of view
Jesus Christ, God hates me!
"Umm, Theo asked me to bring you this." She sauntered over, her skirt hiked up the thigh's of her long tan legs, and handed me a thick envelope.
I pretended not to notice as she leaned on the large post next to me and twirled her dark brown hair in her fingers.
"Ok, thanks." I said curtly. I needed her out of here now. I couldn't resist right now if she came on to me, and I remembered the look she'd given me earlier in the night.
She didn't move as I began to thumb through the one hundred dollar bills in the envelope.
Holy shit. There had to have been $50,000 or more in there. I glanced up at her to see what she was waiting for and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. I closed my eyes. This could absolutely not happen.1
"You can't be here right now. I need you to leave." I said, opening my eyes back up and casting a glare in her direction.
"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't do something wrong did I?" She asked, looking genuinely confused. Her nails were manicured and her hair was freshly dyed.
She had money. I'm sure she was from campus. This was the kind of girl who in high school never paid a guy like me any real at
tention.
She was the kind of girl like Delilah, that boys fell over themselves for.
I felt bad for her. I'm sure she had never been turned down before and I was batting two for two tonight.
"No, you didn't." I softened my face.
"I'm just exhausted and sore from my fight. I need to go to bed." I really was exhausted, but going to Lyla's and hearing what I heard had me in some state of euphoria, I doubted if I'd sleep at all tonight.
"Well here..." she walked around me and her hands met my shoulders. "Let me give you a massage." My body stiffened at the contact.1
"No!" I snapped, turning around and grabbing her wrist away from me. I looked down at her hand momentarily thinking how nice it would feel if she were to give me the release I craved right now, before I pushed the thought away and dropped her hand.
"There's someone else... I'm seeing someone, or I was... you're beautiful, it has nothing to do with you, ok? I just need you to go."
It was getting harder by the minute for me to not just let her give me what she wanted and what I needed right now.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make you mad Jonas. I'll go, no hard feelings." She started across the room to where she had left her purse sit by my couch. My phone buzzed from my pocket.
Theo: we got the messages from Lyla's phone, did you get your money? I hope you liked the snack who brought it by. I hired her as our ring girl for the next fight.
Theo:
Jack: I had to work in produce at the store today so I'm freezing my sac off from being in the fridge. I need someone to warm me up.
Lyla: are you flirting with me again? For shame sir! Maybe we can get together this week again.
Jack: I'm definitely flirting with you, I'd be lying if I told you, you haven't been on my mind since that kiss the other night. Are you sure? Are you, you know, done with that Jonas guy?
Lyla: yes, we're done... like completely over, never want to see him again, DONE.3
I stared at that last message. She didn't mean that.
She was just dreaming of me tonight, but I'd pushed her away... and now this Jack prick was going to swoop in on his white horse and clean up my mess.
She'd fall in love with him, probably marry him and live in a big fancy house with kids and a golden retriever and I'd probably end up in prison for murdering my brother to keep her safe.
There really was no yin and yang to life what-so-ever. Fuck.
I heard the door to my place open as Britt went to leave.
"Wait! Why don't you stay." Pissed off Jonas was ravenous, and if she was going to see other people, I should be able to do the same.
Britt turned toward me and smiled shyly. She knew by the look I was giving her what was about to happen.
11
*****
Lyla
A nap was definitely in order after my night. I hated the way that no matter how many times I tried to convince myself to stop dwelling on Jonas, he still had just the same hold on me as he had from day one.
I laid down in bed and checked my phone.
Jack: Hey I ended up not having to work today. You mentioned you have a pool and it's hot, would you care if I joined you for a swim?
I turned my phone over in my hand debating it. It was hot, and I had no other plans. It would be weird to introduce him to my parents so soon, but maybe if I made it clear that today was just a "friends" thing it wouldn't be quite so awkward.
Lyla: sure, but let's just keep it friendly. I want to take things really slow.
Jack: exactly, I couldn't have said it better myself. You really are perfect!
His text made me smile. Not many guys would have been cool with any of the things Jack was totally fine with. It definitely earned him brownie points.
The door bell rang a few hours later. I had really been hoping to get a nap in, but that was just not the way it was going to go down today.
"Nice to meet you." My dad said, sticking out a hand to Jack.
"You too sir, it's Jack." I laughed at his formality. My father's eyes scanned over his tattooed arms briefly before stopping on his face and stepping to the side to let him enter.
My Dad glanced back at me suspiciously, to which I looked toward Jack as to not give anything away. I didn't want my parents to know that Jack and I were talking or that there was interest there.
I wasn't sure why. Though part of me believed it was because after the Jonas incident, I felt like they would never think anyone was good enough.
I still resented them a little to this day for how they'd reacted about it.
"Hey Jack!" I grabbed his arm leading him to the back yard. My mom was in the pool with two of the kids. Wyatt was still napping.
"Mom this is Jack." I introduced. She pulled her sunglasses low on her face and scrutinized the poor boy, causing him to blush, or maybe it was the unbearable heat that had his skin a shade darker than it had been a few moments ago, either way her disapproval of his appearance was evident.
"Jack." She nodded her head. Way more stuffy and far less interested than my dad.
"Come on Lucy, Tristan, let's go get some lunch." She pulled Lucy from the water and wrapped her in a towel. Tristan had already jumped out of the pool and ran to the back door soaking wet.
"That little girl is going to be the death of me." My mom laughed as Tristan pulled the door open and made her way inside.
"Tristan!!! Stop!! Let me dry you off!" My mom disappeared into the house toddler in tow.
"Your family seems nice." Jack smiled as he gathered his shirt in the back and peeled it over his head. He was muscular. Much thinner than Jonas, and not ripped, but still hot.
I followed suit and removed my clothes down to my white one piece swimsuit. I didn't want to look sexy today.
I was nervous about having him here already, and I didn't want any weirdness. He smiled at me like he knew something I didn't know.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, scanning my eyes through the backyard looking to see if maybe something were out of place. That was my first mistake.
As I turned my head away I felt Jack's body collide with my own and we flew across the concrete and into the pool before I could draw in a breath.
Water shot up my nose and I kicked my feet to resurface, my foot connecting with the space in between Jack's legs.
"Agh..." bubbles rushed to the surface escaping Jack's mouth and we both made it up in a fit of coughing and moaning like we'd just been sucker punched in the gut.
"That wasn't how I saw that going in my head." Jack's words came out in a high pitched pained voice.
"Ouch." His hands held his manhood and I coughed a few more times before finally catching my breath.2
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to kick you, I just got water up my nose and thought I was going to drown." I fought back a smile, knowing that he was in pain and that I shouldn't laugh at his expense. It really had been a complete accident though.
Jack's eyes met mine and a small smile turned his lip at the edge. "You're not mad?"
"No, of course not. You're not?" I responded
"No, I didn't think that through though. Next time, I'll do more thinking before acting." He slowly swam my way.
"Yes, we were like eight feet away from the pool. You kind of blasted me across the cement!" I splashed him playfully.
"Well... you shouldn't be such a baby." He laughed sticking his tongue out me and splashing me back before disappearing under the water and re-emerging behind me.
"I'm going to dunk you, just want to make sure you know so you don't get mad and kick me in the balls." He laughed. His arms were around me throwing me into the middle of the pool the next second.
"I was not mad!" I defended as soon as I re-emerged.
"Were too." He joked playfully, swimming toward me.
"Wrong!" I responded, swimming backward away from him.
"Don't run from me Lyla, you know I'll catch you." I felt his hand grab my foot and pull me backward
, as his arms wrapped around me ready to throw me into the depths of the pool again.
"Nope! Not this time!" I teased, wrapping my hands around his waste so he couldn't pry them free and throw me anywhere.
He pulled and tried to unhook them arm by arm, but it was no use. I had locked my fingers and I was not letting go.
He laughed as he gave up trying, realizing that I had no intention of being thrown in again.
"That's ok, I like you like this better." He surprised me by his words as he pulled me closer to him by my waste. His eyes searched mine, like they had the night he'd kissed me.
"Cannonball!!" Tristan's little voice yelled from behind us. Her splash sprayed us from inches away.
"Lyla has a boyfriend." She said mockingly, while laughing and swimming in circles around us.
"Not my boyfriend Tristan." I laughed grabbing her little hand and swimming away from Jack.
"You're a turkey! You know that?" I laughed, picking her up and throwing her back in. It was her favourite thing.
"Gobble, gobble" she yelled out poking her little head from below the surface. She wiped her eyes and swam up closer to me.
Her little face looking as serious as it could for a five year old missing her two front teeth.
"Come here." She whispered, gesturing me to bend down with her finger.
I bent and let her whisper into my ear.
"Jonas is going to be mad. Jonas loves you."
Mixed feelings
"Aww Tristan..." I didn't even really know how to respond to that. My heart ached hearing it from her mouth.
"When he comes back, it'll be bad." She said, before diving under and swimming away. She still thought he was going to come back.
My mom had told her that he'd moved out, but she was too young to understand what had happened or to explain any further than that. She asked about him all the time.
"Race you!!" She had engaged Jack in one of her unbeatable Olympic style racing tournaments, where she yelled out to start from an arms-length away from the destination.
"Aww man, you beat me." Jack laughed as he swam to the edge where she was already celebrating her win.