Ezra doesn’t even bother with kissing me goodbye. I remember when he’d never leave me without a proper kiss. How can I be living with him and feel even further apart?
Grabbing the backup cell phone Ezra gave me, I schedule an Uber.
Chapter 8
Holden
Tossing and turning, I attempt to get comfortable again, after being woken up by Big E fighting with his dick of an old man. I guess Ezra was supposed to have the day off to finish moving Conleigh in. Dude was in a jam so I offered to step in and help out. I even walked back to the bar to get my truck so I can do it. Thankfully, I keep a spare key in the glovebox. I don’t know what Conleigh did with my keys last night. I can get them back later.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this shit. It isn’t my problem, but I felt compelled to do something. I still think them moving in together is a mistake, but it isn’t my relationship. I like Conleigh and Ezra is my dude, but those two don’t belong together. They don’t have a damn thing in common other than the fact that they’ve been together so long they are afraid to call it quits. That’s my opinion anyway.
This moving in together was a last ditch effort to prolong the inevitable. But since I flaked on getting Conleigh a key made this week, (I might have liked her needing me to let her in and her name popping up on my phone) I give u
p on sleeping in and roll my sorry ass out of bed.
Making my way to the bathroom, I sigh in relief knowing I have the place to myself. Silence is golden. I drain my dick and shake it once before flushing. If you shake it more than once you’re playing with it.
My mind flashes to Conleigh playing with her socks last night and I get hard. I shake my head. “Nope. Not fucking going there, buddy!” I curse my dick and the bastard twitches to argue as I catch the sweet smell of her perfumed soap from her shower this morning.
I kick off my boxers and make my way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee to wake my ass up. I usually sleep naked, but with Conleigh living here, I am trying to be respectful. However, she isn’t here now so I can enjoy my freedom. While my coffee brews I kick back in my recliner and flip on the TV to watch the morning news and check the weather. My brain is fucking with me and keeps going back to a certain pair of tan legs in those damn socks.
My dick grows harder, and I stroke it as I look at the Channel Nine weather girl. She’s kind of hot for a nerd. I concentrate on her lips as she waves a hand across the map, talking about snow. I try to imagine her mouth on me. Her red lips wrapping around my cock, but my mind betrays me, going back to my best friend’s girl.
Stroke.
Pump.
Fuck me.
I know it’s wrong, but I’m too invested in getting off to stop now.
With my cock in my hand, I make my way down the hall, and I’m a sorry bastard. I open the door to their bedroom, seeing my prize on top of the hamper by the closet. Her socks. I grab the top one, feeling a bit crazed, but I’m so damn turned on, I can’t stop myself.
I cross the hall to my room and shut my door. With my legs spread on my bed, I wrap her soft cotton grey, striped sock around my cock, relishing in the feel of it against my heated skin, imagining it’s her touch.
So fucking wrong.
Stroke.
Pump.
Grunt.
A bead of sweat breaks across my forehead as I continue to jerk my cock. The fabric rubs and slides with every motion. Precum beads at the head of my cock.
Pump.
Stroke.
Squeeze.
Hiss.
Fuck yeah. I can see her in my head, licking her lips and batting her long lashes at me. Her fingers run up her leg, then slowly pull her sock up over her knee. Then she says my name. “Holden.”
“Yeah, baby. You want my cock in your pretty little mouth don’t you. You want to be my little slut and take my dick deep in your throat. You want to suck me until I cum all in your mouth, don’t you?”
Goddamn, I’m so close. I jerk faster.