Page 14 of Jealousy Jealousy

Or better yet…give me what I’ve always desired: his devoted attention and love.

I kept peeking over to him. He looked tense. His brows were furrowed, and with his hands he was gripping his blanket.

I didn’t say anything at first. The movie affected him, and I hoped he would just look at me. Tell me what was on his mind. But he stayed quiet and kept his gaze on the TV.

The jump-scare didn’t get a reaction out of him either, and I decided that I had to be the one to say or do something to get him to notice me. I was sitting right there, but it seemed as if Sly had forgotten about me.

My eyes moved from the screen to his hands on his lap, and when they gripped the blanket tighter, I reached over and placed my hand on his.

Finally, he turned his head and looked at me. He looked confused. “What?”

“Nothing. I just…can you hold my hand?”

His frown deepened, and while he was questioning my request, he gave in with a sigh. “Are you scared?”

“A little,” I lied. “That girl kinda creeps me out.”

“Yeah…same,” he muttered.

His fingers curled around mine as he turned his head toward the TV again. We continued to watch the movie, but all I could think of was the way his hand wrapped around mine made me feel.

The palm of his hand was pressed against mine, warm and soft, and yet strong. I didn’t think it was his intention to hold my hand so tightly, but I was glad he did.

My heart was beating loud in my chest, and I knew my cheeks had turned red. The way he made me feel with the simplest touch was incredible, and I wished he could make me feel this way more often. But most days, I wasn’t even visible to him.

I would enjoy the moment while it lasted. The movie was going to be over soon though, and I knew the second the credits rolled in, Sly would let go of my hand.

But that dreadful moment didn’t come. Because before the movie ended, Sly fell asleep. His hand was still in mine, still holding mine tightly. His head was resting against the back rest of the couch and turned toward me. With his eyes closed I could see exactly how long his lashes were. Way too long for a guy. Then again, Sly’s facial features were too perfect to be real.

I looked down at our hands. It felt good having his fingers interlocked with mine, but it wasn’t giving me the satisfaction I needed. If he were awake and into me, would he touch me though? For now, I had to take matters into my own hands and get what I wanted from him myself.

I turned to face him and kept holding his hand while placing my other on his thigh. I squeezed gently but that didn’t get a reaction out of him.

Luckily.

I moved my hand further up, watching his face closely as my fingertips touched his crotch. My heart was racing and my pussy tingling. I had thought of moments like this before. I had fantasized about him many times before.

I was still a virgin because, well…growing up in this house and being home-schooled didn’t give me many opportunities to meet boys. I didn’t want to meet boys anyway. I wanted Sly and Sly only.

Whenever I thought of Sly at night, I used my fingers to play with myself. I had gotten good at making myself come, but I knew that having his fingers touching me that way would feel way better.

He was still not reacting to my touch, and I got braver as I cupped his cock over his satin pants. The thin fabric allowed me to feel his soft tip, and his semi-hard shaft. It twitched, and I carefully gave it a gentle squeeze.

Still nothing.

How was he so sound asleep?

I pressed my lips into a thin line as I started to rub his cock, feeling it getting harder under my touch. His body was relaxed, and his lips were slightly parted. He was enjoying this. But he was also asleep.

If he were awake, he wouldn’t be enjoying it.

I kept stroking his cock through his satin pants, hoping not to wake him. My excitement was growing constantly until a loud shout coming from the library made me jump.

My hands weren’t on Sly anymore when he woke up from the noise. He looked around, and when his eyes met mine, he frowned. “What’s going on?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. It was probably one of Dad’s patients.”

Sly looked to the TV and sighed, then his eyes dropped to his crotch. He had a boner, and he was visibly confused.

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