more blunt!simon because heâs hot
he doesnât even look up from his phone when he says it.
just sprawled across the couch, one arm behind his head, legs spread like heâs on a throne instead of a beat-up cushion that still smells like smoke and sweat.
âya know, if youâre gonna walk around like that, you oughta be ready to get fucked.â
you freeze. halfway across the living room, wearing nothing but a big t-shirt and the tiniest pair of shorts you forgot you even owned.
âlike what?â you ask, already feeling the heat crawl up your throat.
he finally lifts his gaze.
âlike a mouth-watering little tease,â he says. âjesus. i can see the crease of your pussy from here.â
you make a shocked soundâhalf gasp, half laughâand wrap your arms around yourself like thatâll help.
âdonât act shy. you bent over the fridge earlier like you wanted me to notice. ass all high, thighs squeezinâ together like you were tryna get off on the cold air.â
you open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off, lazy and cruel.
âif i pulled your shorts down right now, youâd be wet already. bet your fuckinâ panties are stickinâ to you.â
you stare. breath caught in your chest.
âcâmon. lemme see. wonât even touch. just wanna take a look. see if iâm right.â
his eyes drop, heavy-lidded and hungry.
âyou do like it when i talk like this, huh? your nipples are hard.â
you cross your arms tighter, turn to walk away, but his voice chases after youâ
low and amused and absolutely depraved.
ârun off if you want. just know the second i hear that shower start, iâm gonna be sittinâ here jerkinâ off with the door open. loud. so you know what you did to me.â
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