18+
boy next door, enemies to lovers, best friends' cousin, late night rendezvous, ex-situationship.
TW/ Consensual Non-Consent. Fingering.
Friday nights. I was here almost every Friday night. Yet, every Friday night, I forget how impossibly hot Sophias room was. Dutch oven hot. On a 90 degree day as she spread butt naked across her bed. Not a single drop of sweat dripping from her body whilst puddles formed on mine.
I was not staying down here.
I got up and made my way upstairs to the living room. Laying across the couch, I sigh deeply.
What a relief. The breeze from the fan cooled my thighs while my left foot sat on the back of the couch and my arms reached above my head.
Right as I'm slipping into a deep sleep, the stairs creak. I start to close my legs, but I stutter, slowly reaching my legs back out. The steps slow and come to stop. Seconds pass until they continue into the kitchen.
Lights flick open and fridges get raided through. He was loud but not too loud to wake me, if I wasn't already awake. He coughs. The water runs and he pours himself a drink and sips it quickly, each gulp loud and obnoxious.
His breathing quickens and I hear a few grunts and groans before the sound of his fists slamming startles me. I groan and turn my body away. My ass pointed in his direction with full intentions on enticing him.
"Are you really going to sleep there?" He says in a dark tone. The lump in my throat releasing a sigh of unconsciousness. "You're not sleeping."
I stay still. His presence making me freeze under pressure. Turning my head from side to side, I bump my hips slightly to keep the illusion. My deep breath is stifled by the sensation of his fingers running up my leg.
Slow and steady, closer and closer to my thighs as I squeeze them together softly. "Mmmm" I hum, reaching down and swatting him away.
"Why are you up here?" he asked.
"I'm sleeping." I say between pillows. Looking back, his eyes linger on my body.
"And you're naked," he says. I look down at my pajamas with scrunched brows. His reaches down and tug on my shorts, "You're basically naked."
"No, I'm not." I shake my head. He knew what he was doing. Teasing me in the dark, moonlight bouncing off his skin.
He sits beside me. I kept my mean face on, even though it wasn't affecting him. One of his hands traced circles on my belly before slowly trailing up my torso.
As if I were naked, he found my nipple between his fingers. "April, I'm looking at you right now. And seeing every single inch.
I blush a pout out him. He knew that I was a sucker for his hands touching me like that. His muscles gleaming in the night light as he pinched and pulled longingly at my chest.
He stayed there with both hands rubbing me down. Watching, I bit my lip to him trailing down my shorts.
"mmm," my fingers reached for his wrist in hopes he wouldn't stop but take it slow. He looks at me, a different gaze in his eyes then most nights.
He was usually cold, avoiding my motives to seduce him. What was different tonight. The feeling of his index finger dipping into my pussy made me arch my back,
I watched, keeping myself tucked away into the couch. Mummering, I tried not to moan but also attempting to turn him on. More than he was already. He was slow, gentle even. Rubbing my lips and finding my sensitive areas.
"Wayne. I-" I start to plead.
His hand quickly finds my mouth, "Shhhh, they'll hear you." My eyes roll back and his grip tightens. Pleads spill from below his palm while his other hand works wonders deeper than I could possibly imagine.
One finger causing my hips to lift slightly. A pit in my stomach growing wider as I start pushing myself against him. Slowly yet surely grinding faster until he added another finger to finish me off.
I call out his name in hopes he'd slow down but that only angered him. "Keep your mouth shut." My eyes water and my toes curl trying to control myself.
"Pl-ease" I muffle as he shifts his hand from mouth to my neck. My shorts wrapped around my thighs restraining me while he folds my legs up and leans into my face.
This wasn't the same man who refused to let me sit on his lap. I can't even kiss him for too long but now that I'm trying to move on, he wants to do everything I dreamt about.
He kept his pace, fast and ridged as I stare at him in shock. I could feel myself soaking the cushions. I couldn't believe he was doing this, but I just couldn't stop myself. It felt so good, like he was reading my mind.
My thoughts collecting as he smiles and removes himself from over me. Laying there in a mess, I panic and look up at him. And unlike the sweetheart he was when we were together, that cold illusion of him disappeared into the dark.
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