After they made me witness their sexual encounter I couldn't stop thinking about it, I know that if he touches me i would give in. I will literally allow him to please me as he wants. I don't mind getting handled like his friend Lola infact I envied Lola so much. I knew deep down I shouldn't want this but I want to have a taste of him this way. I could tell he wanted me too, with the look on his eyes when he saw my naked nipples or the way he licked his lips.
I couldn't fall asleep, so to distract myself from my thoughts, I grabbed my phone and opened Instagram. Then his picture appeared, and I stared at it for several minutes. Every part of him looked crafted to undo people. He wasn't just attractive—he was trouble. The kind of man who knows he can get away with anything, and he always does. I scrolled through his profile, and it was filled with celebrities and models. He seemed untouchable, and that only made me want him more—I couldn't deny it anymore. The photo captured the line of his neck, the vein along his arm, the smirk—my goodness, that dangerously captivating smirk.
I imagine what it would feel like for his hand to be on my throat again, I want to be rough fucked like Lola.
I shouldn't be thinking like this not about him. But hating him didn't stop the ache spreading through my pussy. Before I could realize what i was doing my hand had slipped under the my blanket.
It started little, just my finger rubbing my thighs. Tracing lazy cycles. But the picture in my hand was too vivid not only that looking at him fuck his best friend was something that would be stuck in my head. Seen his fat dick and the veins in it was taking me out.
I shut my eyes and imagined him hovering over me, his breath warm against my neck, his voice quiet and teasing. You enjoy this, don't you?
A quiet moan slipped from my lips as I arched my back slightly and began to pump my fingers in and out my pussy. Slow and very deliberate.
My other hand was on my chest, circling a nipple through thin fabric I pinched it lightly as goosebumps rose on my skin. My legs bent at the knees. My breath coming in short pants, my juice coated my fingers slick and warm, i added another finger cycling my swollen clit with slow progress.
The pressure built inside me tightened with each stroke. I pumped my fingers harder and faster, shock waves sent through my body,starting in my belly and spreading outwards.
My back arched higher, my hips lifted off the bed,I moaned loudly my voice raw with need, my legs twitched as my thighs trembled nearing the edge. My body convulsing as I squirted, it spread everywhere. But i didn't stop, my fingers kept slipping in and out of my pussy, my clit throbbing under my touch as I squirt more.
In my mind Oliver was there, his rough grip on my hips, his mouth on my nipples and his fingers joining mine inside my pussy..
I whispered his name, oh please Oliver, my voice sounding so needy, my body jerking as I reached my peak, my wetness spreading and dripping onto the sheets.
I lay there, my chest rising and falling, my body damp with sweat and my own release.
I looked at my phone, his flawless picture still frozen on the screen with that smile. I switched it off, the silence in the room overwhelming.
I got up, my legs weak, I staggered to the mirror, my reflection flushed, my cheeks warm, my nipples firm beneath my nightdress, I lifted it over my head, revealing my full breasts, and as I stared at them, I felt the arousal rising again.
I rubbed my juice on my tits, also rubbing it across my body, doing this in the mirror while staring at myself made my nipples harden, I ran my finger on my swollen cunt, about to put a finger when I heard a sound on the door.
I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. Who's that? My voice came out unsteady, barely above a whisper as I rushed to grab my clothes. Whoever it was couldn't see me or my room like this. The scent of my release still lingered in the air.
It's Jason. The moment I heard it, I felt my blood pressure spike. I hoped he hadn't heard me—and what was Jason still doing here? I thought he had gone home. Just because his place is a 30-minute drive doesn't mean he should keep coming here all the time. What am I even saying? This is his brother's house.
My legs were still unsteady as I made my way to the door, praying my face wasn't as flushed as it felt.
I opened the door slightly, and Jason gave me that you've-been-caught smile.