The hallway is soaked in darkness, and she can’t see me watching her. Nor can she see me slipping my hand inside my briefs like a fucking creep.
Jesus, Finn, stop.
But I can’t.
I can’t stop.
I suck in a sharp breath when she palms her left tit over her bra. She’s flawless. Point-blank. She’s what my sweetest nightmares are made of. An innocent, cunning little thing I’d do anything to taste.
But it’s when she slips a hand inside her bra and pops out one of her tits that I full-on strangle my cock. Her tit is beautiful, just big enough to fit into my palm, and her nipple… I want to suck that nipple into my mouth.
Fuck, I feel like a criminal.
Like I’m witnessing a show I don’t have tickets to, but I’m incapable of looking away. I lose myself in her body. Those round, perky tits, her black curls flowing down her shoulder, and that tight stomach.
She’s sweaty, the shape of her opened legs evident through the blanket. This fucking girl. I fist myself slowly, at first. Then I imagine myself coming all over her pussy, her tongue sticking out, begging me to fill her throat, and I’m a goner.
Next thing I know, I’m jacking off to her, guiding my hand up and down my shaft faster with every stroke. Robbing her of a moment she thinks is private, and the worst part? I’m too engulfed in the sight of her to care.
She nudges the blanket farther down her stomach, just enough for me to see the shape of her hand as she speeds up her circles and grabs her tit again, her back arching a bit.
Fuuuuck.
I lift my palm to my mouth and spit in it, then wrap my hand around my cock again, picking up speed. If she pushed that blanket down one more inch, I’d be coming in two seconds. My dick jerks when she throws her head back with an irritated growl.
She lost it.
The G-spot.
And she’s not happy about it.
“Come on.” She sounds pained.
I’d sell my fucking soul to help her find it again.
“Come on,” she repeats, her breathing labored, and my jaw flexes. If I keep this up, I’m going to blow, and it’s becoming harder to be quiet.
“Seriously?” she huffs a moment later.
Any control I might’ve had over my body is drained out of me when I muffle a groan and withdraw my hand from my cock.
I surprise myself by swinging her bedroom door open and catching her in the act. I might not know shit about my next move, but I do know one thing…
I’m ending the night with her legs wrapped around my neck.
* * *
Diamond
Dear Gem,
I’m afraid I must insist you use this gift in the shortest delays and fix your mood swings.
Urgently,
–Your housemate who can’t stand to spend another day with your grumpy ass.
That’s what the note said. Pretty straightforward, right?