Before I knew what was happening he had me under the blanket with his hand down my sweats and on my ass. He played with the edge of my panties as I tried to concentrate on the movie. I know the whole thing by heart, but in that moment, I couldn’t tell you a word of it.
The scent of Jensen surrounded me, and he had changed into a T-shirt and shorts. The feel of his strong chest under the material made me wonder what it would be like on top of me and then my body flared with need that sent me into a state of emergency.
I kept looking over at Brian, who fell asleep about five minutes into the movie. Jensen could have done more, and I could have pushed him to take it further, but neither of us did. Instead it was this growing, living, breathing thing between us that was getting out of control.
As soon as the credits began, I jumped up and Brian woke with a start. I announced quickly that I was going to bed as I dashed from the room. I kept needing space from Jensen, but now that I’ve got it, the anticipation of when I’ll lose it again is driving me crazy.
I stripped down when I came to bed thinking I was going to be bold. I’d be here naked when he walked in and he would know that I mean business. But then I got scared and jumped up and put my sweats back on. After a few minutes lying under the blanket I got hot and decided to compromise and kick off just my pants.
Now I’m too wet to sleep and I think maybe I should try and rub one out to calm down. It won’t take me two seconds, but it would probably make me feel better. I slide my hand down the front of my panties and close my eyes. The room is pitch black, but I do it anyway. When my fingers touch my pussy, I groan, not in pleasure but in disappointment. It doesn’t feel as good as when Jensen did it to me earlier. Will it ever feel as good as that?
I work my fingers over my clit thinking only of Jensen. The way he walks with so much confidence, the way his strong arms hold me, his scent as I lie on him and watch my favorite movie.
I’m so slippery it’s nearly impossible to find purchase against my clit and I’m becoming more frustrated than calm. I’m about to give up when his deep voice is right next to me.
“Let me, bombshell,” he says right as I feel him pull the blanket off me and the mattress dips.
“How long have you been in here?” I hiss.
“Long enough to realize I can’t see in the dark.” The bedside lamp clicks on, and for a second, I’m blinded by the light.
I blink a few times and then he comes into view. He’s shirtless now, and I can see the dark hair across his hard, tight chest. I ache to rub my hands across it and pet him. He smells like mint toothpaste and aftershave, and I want to bury myself in his big body. This attraction to him is on a level of desire I can only imagine an animal feels to its one true mate. It’s consuming and unexplainable, but I don’t want it to stop.
“Take this off,” he says as he slips into the sheets beside me and tugs up my sweatshirt.
I don’t fight him as he takes it off me and throws it on the floor. His hand smooths down my curves to my panties before he’s pushing them off my hips.
“All of it,” he demands, and his bossy tone makes my nipples tighten. “You know what I’m here for.”
Why does every dirty word that comes out of his mouth make my clit throb? He’s got power over me that should be illegal.
I glance down as he peels the soaked rag off me. It’s then I see he’s completely naked and his cock is jutting straight out from his body and pointing right at me.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, and he looks up at me with his cocky grin.
“Don’t tell me it’s your first cock,” he says and then laughs. “With a body like yours I assumed you’ve been on your back a time or two.”
His comment pisses me off and I push at his chest. Does he assume I’m just going to spread my legs and be thankful he’s giving it to me? “You think you can come in here and insult me and then fuck me? Who the hell do you think you are?” I push again, but he doesn’t move. Instead his eyebrows furrow and he gives me a hard stare. “If you want someone more experienced, I’m sure I can get you the waitress’s phone number.”