Journey’s hand was moving faster, and the room began to tilt. I stood up quickly from the windowsill, biting the inside of my cheek as I gripped the bottom of my hoodie and pulled it up over my head. I had a t-shirt on underneath, but I was still fucking hot. A faint noise left her, and my eyes flared right along with the burning room. “Did he watch you finish?”
“Yes,” she answered quickly. “And the next time, he helped.”
No. No. No.
My hands dug into my hair. “Scoot up on the bed.”
Journey stopped moving. Her entire hand had been underneath her panties, and I was going to suck on every last finger before the night ended.
“What?”
“I want to watch you. Scoot up now. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
I was out of breath, terrorized by the fact that someone else had watched this. It angered me but turned me on at the same fucking time. Journey’s hand came back out of her panties, and I watched as she bundled them in the blanket to pull herself farther up on the bed.
“Stop.” My tone was harsher than I meant, but she didn’t seem fazed by it. “Go on.”
Another swallow moved down her throat, and her hand disappeared again. I traveled down her entire body, stopping at the skin on her belly from her shirt that had been pulled up. Her breathing was growing faster, and I knew she was starting to move past the last time she was in this room, doing this. “What else happened, Journey? Did you let them taste you?”
I shall add cutting someone’s tongue out to my list of things to do.
“What part of me?” she countered, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a second.
“Any part is too many.”
Her legs began to part, her jeans half on and half off. I took a step closer, fixated on what her body was doing and how I was about to make it mine. The denim was going to be ripped off her fucking legs, her panties torn in half, and my fingers were going to replace hers.
“Sometimes they kissed me. I did more of the tasting than they did, though.” Their dicks will also be cut off. “I basically had to con my way out of this place.”
“Don’t get yourself off.”
Her head turned toward me, and that was my breaking point. I stormed the rest of the way over to her, and she peered up at me from below, head resting against the pillow like she was purposefully waiting for Prince Charming to kiss her out of her slumber. No Prince Charming here. Prince Charming doesn’t do what I am about to do.
“I just need to know one thing,” I said, leaning down and placing my hands on each side of her head.
Her nod was hesitant.
“Did you think of me while lying here, trying to get yourself off for another guy?”
Her gray eyes sucked me right the fuck in. “Every single time.”