Page 13 of The Wrong Pick


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The lock beeps as it responds to the key card. Rob is right behind me shuffling from one foot to the other. I can tell he’s nervous, but all of that twitching is making me anxious. I feel the chilly air from the AC as I walk into the room, holding the door for Rob until he grabs it.

Belle is snuggled under the covers when I come around the corner. My stomach flips as I take in the sight of her. Her skin is shiny from whatever moisturizer she put on after her shower earlier. My fingers twitch as I imagine running them up her legs to that delicious, pink pussy that’s always so hot and wet for me.

Her long, blonde hair is piled on top of her head in that messy bun she always puts it in when she doesn’t plan on washing it in the shower. It’d been down at dinner, so she must’ve thrown it up while she waited for me to come back with Rob. Wisps of hair escaped and hung at her temples and down the back of her neck.

Her smile is wide and beautiful as she sits up to greet me. The cover slips down to her waist exposing those perfect fucking titties. I groan quietly, coming around the bed to kiss her neck. Her body is so warm despite the temperature in the room.

Fuck this other guy. I’m ready to rip the rest of these damn blankets off of her and fuck her senseless. The way she would scream my name. I have to adjust my suddenly hard dick to a more comfortable spot.

She cradles her small hand into the crook of my neck and caresses my cheek with her thumb. Her golden eyes are so soft and loving as she kisses my lips. She quickly pulls away, knowing me too well. We’d both end up fucking the entire night if she kissed me any deeper or longer.

I know exactly when she notices Rob standing there. She tenses, her eyes darting to me and then back to him. Her beautiful round breasts move slightly as her breath quickens. I bite my lip, unable to stop myself from tugging one of those pink, taut nipples. Fuck, my jeans are getting tight.

This is no good. She should’ve put clothes on. I can’t concentrate when she’s sitting here like this. Without looking away from Rob, who’s standing at the foot of the bed awkwardly, she grabs my hand, pulls it away from her perfect nipples, and weaves her fingers through mine. I exhale slowly, swallowing my frustration. I need to put some space between us, so I pull my hand from hers, move to the desk beside the bed, and scoot the chair all the way into the opposite corner of the desk. Mm, this doesn’t help. I see her so much better from this seat.

“Come on in,” she’s saying to Rob. I suck my teeth when she pulls the comforter back up over her titties, but she ignores me.

“I’m Belle. It’s nice to meet you.”

They make awkward small talk for a few seconds. I’m too focused on her reaction to him to join in. She wouldn’t have covered her breasts if she was attracted to him. She would’ve already started kissing me and prompting him to join in. She would’ve at least sent me some kind of silent message to touch her or lick her or something to get things going. But she stopped me from playing with her titties and then covered them up with the blanket. If it wasn’t so obvious I’d pull her into the bathroom to make sure she wants me to ask him to leave. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable, and I sure as hell don’t want someone touching her if she doesn’t want him to.

Her eyes meet mine, a stiff awkward smile on her beautiful, heart shaped face. Her cheeks are rosy with a blush, the most perfect part of her. It takes me more than a couple seconds to see the message in her eyes.

She wants me to get things started. Is she forcing this or does she really want to do this? I can’t gauge how she feels from the look on her face so I do what she wants. I move back to her side, pressing my lips softly to hers. I keep my eyes open to see if she wants to shoot me a look where he can’t see it, but she closes her eyes and kisses me back. I can’t hold back the way her lips make me feel or the way she tastes. Everything about her is so damn distracting.

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