It’s so fucking hard for her, making me imagine slamming it into her wet pussy and taking her from behind. She’d scream for me, and I’d love every second.
“Fuck.” I remember her grabbing me last night. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Cami. You have no idea how hard and deep I could fuck you. Look at it. Imagine how wide I’d stretch you.”
She looks embarrassed watching me stroke it for her, but she doesn’t look away, her legs slowly closing in the harder I stroke myself.
Keeping my eyes on her, I move closer, grabbing her hand and placing it on the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Lower them, Cami. Now is your chance to see it in the flesh. We both know you’ve been dying to since that night. Do it,” I demand.
Her hand shakes as she slowly lowers the front of my briefs until my cock springs free. “Holy shit…” she breathes in surprise.
“Touch it, Cami,” I whisper.
She swallows again, doing her best not to look me in the eyes. She wants to touch it just as bad as I want her to, but she’s afraid to admit it, because she hates me. What she doesn’t know is that her hating me only makes this so fucking hotter.
“Touch it,” I say again, backing her up until she’s pressed against the sheetrock. Looking down at her, I place my hands against the wall, making sure our eyes meet. “Don’t be ashamed. Douglas is probably doing the same thing with Susan right now.”
“Fuck Douglas and fuck you.” Her eyes turn heated. She looks me over as if she wants to kick my ass.
“Yeah,” I breathe into her ear. “I’ll let you fuck me anytime, and anywhere. But since that won’t be happening tonight…” I press my hips against her, letting her feel how hard I am. “Enjoy the fucking show, because it’s going to be what gets you off on a nightly basis.”
Grabbing Cami’s hand, I place it around my dick and growl into her ear when she gives it a tight squeeze.
“Think you can handle that inside you, Cami?” I place my hand over hers and move it up and down, so that we’re jerking my cock together. “Do you feel how it keeps growing in your hand?”
She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t even look at me, because she’s ashamed to show me how much she’s enjoying my dick in her hand right now.
“It’s not done yet. Not even fucking close.”
I moan against her neck and move her hand over my dick again, guiding her and showing her exactly how I like it.
Her breathing picks up when I growl against her ear, letting her know how fucking good it feels to have her touch me.
As much as I enjoy her hands on me, though—as good as it feels—in order for me to tease her in the way I want to, I’m going to have to finish this myself.
“Close your eyes, Cami.”
“Why?” She shakes her head and places her arms at her sides when I remove her hand from my dick. “This is… I should go. This is insane.”
“We both know you don’t really want to go. You know I’m right. Now close your fucking eyes.”
Releasing a hard breath, she closes her eyes and focuses on the sound of me touching myself.
“Fuck,” I growl out. “I’m going to come, Cami. Tell me how much you want me to come.”
She shivers against me at the thought of me coming for her. It has her body worked up and needy. So fucking needy, and we both know it.
“Do I have to?” she whispers, annoyed.
“Yes,” I say stiffly. “Tell me.”
“A lot,” she says, so quietly I can barely hear her.
“I can’t fucking hear you, Cami.”
“A lot, dammit. Now fucking come.”
Pleased, I grin against her ear and wipe my thumb over the pre-cum on the head of my dick, wetting it.
“That’s for next time. When my dick is buried deep inside your tight little pussy. But I’m not sending you home without a taste.”
Grabbing the back of her hair, I give it a slight tug to tilt her head back. Her mouth drops open on a moan and I run my thumb over her bottom lip, wetting it.
“Taste me,” I order.
She hesitates for a brief moment, before running her tongue over her lip, obeying.
“Remember what I taste like, Cami. Use me to get off, because we both know you will. Just like everyone else does.”
With that, I back away and leave her panting against the wall, clearly trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
“Fuck you, Jensen.” She shoves my chest and wipes her mouth off. “I don’t need you to get off and I definitely don’t want you too either. I’m out of here.”
Feeling like a complete ass, I watch as she stomps her way out the front door, slamming it closed behind her.
I shouldn’t have said what I just did, but my nerves are shot tonight and I have a hard time controlling it when I’m around her.
Minutes later, I step out front and smoke two cigarettes in a row, watching the house next door as if that’s going to tell me if she’s over there pleasuring herself to me.
I’m half tempted to creep on her through the window like she did me, but that’s not my style. Plus, I’d probably end up at the wrong window and catch Peter jerking off inside. I’m sure she’d get a kick out of that.
Tossing my final cigarette toward the street, I walk back inside and bury myself in work for the rest of the night. By the time I get Cami here to do some damn work, it’s going to be ready for her to move in.
I can’t have that.
This shit is far from over, and by the time I’m through with her she’s never going to forget the feel of me inside her.
Cami
I rush across the lawn, my heart racing with adrenaline at what just went down with Jensen. Despite me hating him, I can’t seem to stay away when it comes to him sexually. Being around him brings something out in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. He makes me feel and think dirty thoughts. It makes me want to be dirty and daring in the bedroom, which is something I’ve never been.
Being with Douglas for so long, I became used to a normal routine with sex. The second it was over we were falling asleep.
He was never up for anything kinky, or even spontaneous, and what Jensen just did was definitely hot and dirty. So damn dirty.
“Holy fuck.” I pant, closing myself inside the guest room and throwing myself down onto the bed.
I can still taste him on my tongue. I have to admit, it has me so turned on that I can barely move without coming from the friction to my sensitized clit. When I noticed Jensen’s truck pull into the driveway next door, my intentions were to be nice and offer him dinner, since I was almost positive neither of us had eaten. I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy with him. It never is.
Closing my eyes, I slide my hand down the front of my jeans, surprised at how wet I am. The last time I was this aroused was when Jensen went down on me.
One swipe of my finger over my clit is almost enough to unravel me with pleasure. That’s how hot watching him was.
I don’t even care that Douglas might be on top of Susan right now in our old bed. The only thing I can think about is Jensen inside of me. If it turned me on this much to watch him, I’m almost positive having him inside me would make me come within minutes.
Arching my back, I moan out and grip the blanket with my free hand as I continue to touch myself to thoughts of Jensen Blake. My landlord, and the biggest asshole I know.
“Fuck you, Jensen,” I cry out, coming harder than I have in years. Well, other than when I came under Jensen’s tongue.
A knock at the door causes my heart to nearly fly out of my chest. “Hey, babe. Want to watch some TV with me? I made us some popcorn.”
I hurry to adjust myself and fix my hair in case Veronica decides to open to the door. “Sure! Just changing really fast and I’ll be out.”
“Sure thing. I’ll get Netflix up and going.”
“Okay,” I push out, still panicking and trying to catch my breath.
Once her fading footsteps confirms she’s walking aw
ay, I jump out of bed and change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I stop and stare at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, trying to make myself forget about what just happened next door, but I can’t seem to lose the blush from my cheeks.
“Crap, Cami!” I hurry down the hall to wash my face as if that’s going to help, but at least I can blame it on the hot water if she asks why my face is red.
When I finally make it to the living room, Veronica is searching Netflix and popping kernels of popcorn into her mouth. “Did you have fun next door?”
“What?” I ask in panic. “What do you mean? Why did you ask me that?”
She smiles as she watches me sit down and fight to get comfortable. “Because I heard that Jensen was unusually bitchy tonight and had to fire one of his guys. I figured that’s why you didn’t stay long.”
“He fired someone?”
“Yup! I heard the poor bastard fell asleep at work. I’m sure being fired by Jensen would suck. Can you imagine having a pissed off Jensen coming at you?”
I nod and grab for a handful of popcorn. “I can only imagine.”
“Shameless good?” she questions, smiling over at me. “I’ve been wanting to check it out.”
“Me too. Let’s go for it.”
She drops Jensen after that, making me thankful that Netflix exists, because it helps distract my mind and keeps me occupied for the next two hours until we both retire to our bedrooms.
Not long after I crawl under the blankets and get comfy, I hear Jensen’s truck start up, and I can’t help but to look out the window in hopes of getting a glimpse of him.
I expected to see him standing by his truck with a cigarette in his hand, but what I didn’t expect is for him to be looking right at Veronica’s house. He must notice the curtain move, because suddenly he nods, a smirk present, as if he just figured something out. He tosses his cigarette down and jumps into his truck.
Swallowing, I close the curtain and pull out my laptop to distract myself until I’m tired enough to fall asleep. The problem is that I’m wide awake.
* * *
“Who can tell me how to spell lunch? First, give me a practice sentence and then spell it out.”
Trish’s hand shoots up and she jumps out of her seat, anxious to be chosen.
I nod and motion for her to stand. “Start with your practice sentence.”
“My mom packed me a boring bologna sandwich for lunch today when what I really wanted was a pizza Lunchables. L.U.N.C.H.”
“Good job, Trish.”
I smile and start down the list of words, calling on my class until we’re through the whole spelling list.
Knuckles rap on the wooden door. The day is almost over, so I wasn’t expecting anyone, but when I turn around to see who it is my heart drops to my stomach.
“Miss Reynolds! Your boyfriend is here to see you,” Stacy teases. “Ooooooooohhhhh.”
Douglas steps inside and greets my class as if everything is normal between us, and all that makes me want to do is throat punch him. He has no right entering my classroom and disturbing my students. He shouldn’t be here and he knows it.
“I hope you guys don’t mind, but I need to borrow Miss Reynolds for a moment.”
“Now is not a good time. I’m busy with class,” I say, forcing myself to sound as friendly as possible; although, his face alone makes me feel the opposite. “Can it wait?”
He shakes his head and nods toward the door. “It will only take a minute. I promise. It’s…” He hesitates for a moment. “It’s important.”
“Class, I’ll be right back. Stay in your seats and talk quietly.”
I follow Douglas out into the hall and shut the door behind me, before giving him an earful. “Don’t you dare come to my class again and interrupt it for our personal business. That stays away from here. Whatever it is that you want can wait. It can’t be that important. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“She’s pregnant,” he blurts as I turn to walk away. “I went with her last night to take a test and it was positive.”
My throat closes up. I feel as if I’m suffocating as I turn back around to face him. “You didn’t even have the decency to use protection while fucking me over? Congratulations, asshole! You weren’t ready for kids with me but apparently you were with her. Wow.”
“It’s not like that, Cami. She told me she was on birth control. I trusted her.”
“It sucks when someone you care about breaks your trust, doesn’t it?” I look him over, fighting to keep my anger in check. I’m so angry I feel like bursting right here in the hallway. It almost doesn’t matter that someone might find out what’s going on. “Don’t approach me anymore. Not here or outside of school. I want nothing to do with you. Nothing.”
“Cami, wait!” He grabs my arm when I go to reach for the door, but I shake it off, my heart racing with anger. “I can’t be with her. I don’t want her. I want you. I’m miserable without you. I already told her I won’t be with her, even for the baby.”
“And that’s messed up, Douglas. Leave me alone and go be with her. We’re through here. You really are a piece of work.” I look up to meet his eyes, wanting him to feel every ounce of guilt he deserves. “Oh, and you and your little girlfriend should probably know that I’m not sleeping with Jensen nor are we dating. I just wanted to hurt you like you hurt me, but nothing I can do to you will make you feel the level of pain you put on me.”
I don’t give him another chance to speak, because I rush into the room and slam the door behind me. It takes me a few moments to realize the entire classroom is looking at me, so I quickly pull myself together, put on a fake smile, and do my best to make it through the next half hour without screaming in the corner.
* * *
“Are you serious?” Veronica’s jaw drops in shock. “Wow. Just wow. That’s extremely messed up, Cami. Pregnant?”
I pick at my food, unable to force anything down. Douglas getting Susan pregnant is just another blow to my already broken and confused heart, and as mad as I am, it still hurts. It’s been less than two weeks since we ended a five-year relationship.
“Yup. Apparently, that’s why he left with her after school yesterday. I’m not sure whether to be pissed or sad. I guess I’m both, but to be honest, I’m more pissed than anything else.”
“And you should be pissed, Cami.” She grabs her empty plate and walks to the sink. “You’re over him. You don’t want to be with him. Don’t mistake your loneliness for loss. He screwed you over in the worst way possible and now he’s having a baby with another woman, because he didn’t use protection. Then he came home and had sex with you with that same dick. It’s disgusting.”
My stomach sinks. “I didn’t even think about that. I think I’m going to kill him, Veronica.” I stand up and begin pacing around the dining room, my hands pressed against my face. “I’m going to drive thirty minutes to his house just to kill that son of a bitch.”
I’m so angry I can barely catch my breath.
Cheating is low, but not using protection is the lowest he could’ve gone, and now he’s going to be a father. We had plans to start a family in two years. We were supposed to be happy. The plan was never for me to be here at Veronica’s hating him with every part of me.
“Let Peter kill him for you. How about that?” Veronica says, but I’m barely listening, because all I can think about is taking a long, hot shower to clean myself.
I want to forget that Douglas ever touched me. That he was ever inside of me.
“I’ll be in the shower,” I say quickly. “I need to be alone.”
“All right, babe. Take your time.”
By the time I get out of the shower, Veronica is on her computer working on cover designs, so she doesn’t even notice when I take off next door in hopes of finding Jensen. Usually, I hate dealing with him, but with the way I’m feeling at the moment, I could use someone to fight with to let some of this anger and frustration out before I lose it.
But m
y heart sinks and I feel sick to my stomach the moment I step onto the porch and notice that the lights are off and the door is locked. I’ve gotten so used to Jensen being here that I didn’t stop to think he might not be around.
It’s a strange feeling, and I’m not sure I like it.
“Of course,” I mumble under my breath. “The one time I want you to be here you’re not. Perfect.”
I don’t know what to do now, so I sit on the front steps and watch the vehicles driving by in hopes that one of them will be him showing up.
Maybe he got held up tonight and will be here soon. But after an hour passes, I realize that’s not likely going to happen.
Standing up, I wipe my hands over my sweats. I think I’m going to take a long walk to cool off. If I’m going to live here soon, it wouldn’t hurt to get familiar with the neighborhood. I can’t go back to Veronica’s right now, because I know she wants to talk about things some more and I just can’t tonight.
I’m already so angry I have the urge to drive to Douglas’ and burn everything he owns. Everything we bought together as a couple. Talking or thinking about it anymore tonight might just push me over the edge.
The cool night air feels good against my bare arms and face, so I keep on walking, and before I realize it I’m thirty minutes or more from the house and I didn’t pay attention to where I was walking. I was focused on the things I want to do to the house once I move in. It was the only thing to keep me calm.
“Shit.” I stop and look around, not recognizing anything around me. Am I even still in her neighborhood?
The sound of a motorcycle pulling up has me turning to watch as it turns into a driveway. A small spark of hope fills me that maybe it’s Jensen, but when the man reaches to slide his helmet off, the first thing I notice is tattoos on his hands before his blond beard comes into view.
He looks me over with a smirk, most likely noticing I look lost. “Need a ride somewhere?”
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