“Zach,” she whimpers, squeezing her thighs together. “God, you feel so good.”
“Are you close?”
“So close.” A bead of sweat slides down her spine, and when she finally falls apart, quivering and moaning, I pull my dick out and jack it over her ass.
Seconds later, my release coats her sweaty skin, squirting from my dick in quick succession, and she arches farther to really show me how sexy her back is when she’s in the throes of passion.
As I end the call, a smirk touches my lips because, hopefully, I pissed him off and got under his skin like he gets under mine.
Sweaty and exhausted, I climb off the bed to take a piss, though that’s a nightmare with a semi. Minutes later, I return from the bathroom with a wet cloth, which I use to wipe Amy’s back. Satisfied, she rolls over, tits bobbing on her chest. She smiles, looking freshly fucked with a blotchy red blush on her chest. “Who was on the phone, babe?”
“No one.”
“It was someone.”
“No one important.” I zip my jeans.
“A friend of yours?”
I snort. “Not even close.”
She watches me a moment before she pushes up onto her elbows. “Come back to bed, babe.”
“I should go,” I reply, struck with the sudden urge to escape.
The walls are closing in.
She reaches for my hand and gives me her puppy eyes. “Please, Zach. I let you fuck me in the ass. The least you can do is watch the rest of the movie with me.” She bats her lashes for effect, and I lie down beside her.
I guess I could stay another hour.
CHAPTER SEVEN
An hour turned into three. Amy wanted round two and rode me cowgirl to an episode of that popular show she loves so much, where they hunt supernaturals. It makes sense, I guess, that she wanted to look at the main characters while she was stuffed full of cock. Hey, I don’t judge. Sex is easier when I can disconnect. And if she’s thinking about someone else, I don’t have to worry about anything other than getting off. So that’s something.
When I finally return home, it is past midnight. The house is dark, and everyone is in bed.
It’s late and I don’t want to wake my parents, so I carefully avoid the creaky step on my way up. The third one from the top is the worst if you put your weight on it, which I learned the hard way a few years back when I tried to sneak out one night.
Vanessa, a girl in my art class with the sweetest rack I’ve ever seen, invited me to climb the trellis to her bedroom one night, and it was a good idea until it wasn’t. Let’s just say I was screwed when I accidentally put my weight on the third step in my eagerness to make a stealthy escape.
Needless to say, I didn’t get to touch Vanessa’s tits that night because Dad grounded me for a month.
As I enter my bedroom, Arkin’s bedside lamp illuminates the space with a muted yellow. Shutting the door behind me with a soft click, I ignore Arkin on his bed while I empty my pockets of my phone and keys. Why is he up anyway? It’s… I check the time on my digital clock. Shit, almost one. Later than I thought.Well, fuck.
I pull the back of my T-shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor before reaching for my buttons and removing my jeans. Arkin continues staring at me, so I drop my head back with a heavy, frustrated sigh. It’s not like I need to look behind me to know he’s watching, because my back is literally on fire.
I turn and bark, “What?” as I throw my hands out. “What’s your problem?”
The flash in Arkin’s eyes is the only warning I get before he shoots up and storms across the small space. Watching him advance like a thundercloud, my heart pounds like a motherfucker.
He shoves me against the wall, diving his nose into my neck and breathing me in with a growl that I feel in my damn underwear.
His hands clench into fists on either side of my head, pressed against the wall, and he lingers with his nose on the spot just below my jaw.
My chest heaves like I’ve run a marathon, and I can’t catch my breath.
Dizzy, I shut my eyes. What is this? What is he doing?
