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The thought of hearing her being fucked ignites two fires within me
one that makes me pull a pillow across my lap to hide what’s going on in my shorts and one that fills me with an alarming amount of jealousy.
oh
crawl over her and kiss her, pinning her to the couch. She melts underneath me, opening her thighs so I can fit in between them. The kiss alone is electric, the kind that makes me heat everywhere. I nip her bottom lip, then trail my lips down the side of her neck. Her tiny intake
finally
Trying to make her come while I’m trying not to come is going to make me lose my mind. The only way I can get through this is to try to make her come as quickly as possible so I can finally get some relief.
Oh yeah😘
Is there anything better than feeling a woman fall apart all over your face? Nope. And it’s even better knowing I won. I keep going as she rides the waves, her wetness coating my face.
I need a man like this
Well, I fucked up. I’ll never be able to wipe the image of Wes’s charming smirk before he gave me the best sexual experience of my life. It wasn’t even the fact that I came absurdly hard — it was everything. The slow, methodical way he worked me up, the way he read my movements and changed how he touched me.
😘😘😘
It’s a rare, less humid night, so he’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt. The t-shirt fits him perfectly, as do those jeans. They’re well-worn, contouring to his ass in a way that’s too perfect.
Lmao
Every relationship I’ve been in has felt like the opposite — like I’m the one who’s always doing more while not getting all that much in return.
I know how you feel girl 😕
“I lost my virginity to Dylan and he pretended that nothing happened when I called him out for being with another girl at lunch. And I went with Scott to prom. He dry-humped me in his parents’ BMW, came on my dress, and drove me home. Same deal — started dating some other girl whose name I don’t even remember the very next day and we had a horrible argument over it. But it really fucking hurt.”
Wow that is insane. I feel bad for Rose
Well, yeah. That’s exactly what we should do. What happened on the couch was a one-time thing. Period. A bet, more or less. A very pleasurable bet, but still — nothing serious. Nothing meant to be repeated.
yeah okay rose lmao
Whatever that guy said to her must have really fucked with her. My first instinct is to go fuck with him and choke him out using that stupid fucking tie he has on, but Rose comes first.
Awww
“Yeah.” She takes a shuddering breath, a tear escaping. I wipe it away. “The abbreviated version is that I worked with him on his cocktail recipe blog for years and really blew it up — he got to a million followers on Instagram too. I did everything, right down to the recipes, and he just added a little flair at the end. I was so delusional thinking we were working together.”
Woow. Fuck you Erik
I hate this. I fucking hate him. Her walls have fallen
and crumbled into dust, but instead of seeing even more glimpses of the fun, smartass woman who’s always kept me on my toes, I see a woman who’s been fucked over by a smug asshole who should have been the guy she could trust with everything. A woman who’s been hurt by a lot of shitheads.
Definitely 😖
“I’ve done a lot of really stupid shit in the past. But if I lingered on that all the time, I wouldn’t be able to move forward.”
Perfect quote
Wes. The hot-but-irritating guy who’s been making it his mission to one-up me since we were literally in diapers. The guy who was sweeter and more supportive than anyone else has ever been in my entire life after one of my most embarrassing moments.
Awww
His gorgeous cock. It legitimately feels unfair that he’s gifted down there too.
Lol
Reading this book isn’t helping either — I’m right at the smutty part, and reading that right next to the guy who I’m actively trying to not fling myself at? Not the best idea I’ve ever had. I end up staring blankly at the screen, wanting to read on, but knowing the further I get, the wetter I’ll become.
oh so she's a smut reader like me huh?🙃
And we’re coworkers and roommates? When did I get so messy?
Lol
“He’s your roommate, former rival, coworker, and friend.”
Tropes on top of tropes on top of tropes
I take a deep breath and let it out of my nose. How can I be so possessive over a woman who isn’t even mine?
I think you should makehetr yours
Hanging out with a shirtless, sun-kissed Wes Stryker on my birthday seems like a win for me.
Ooh girl. you lucky
“That’s going above and beyond. That’s boyfriend level shit,” she says.
It is
“Means friends with benefits and that’s it.” That’s it. I have to draw the line somewhere.
Very True
But the more we spend time together, the more I realize that Wes isn’t like the others. He isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met at all.
He's definitely the guy for you
Every time, the chemistry gets deeper and the connection just solidifies.
You need to ask her out
I can’t believe I called her my good girl while we were at the cabin the other day. But fuck, these feelings are too much. It’s either the feeling of being with her, or the worry about whether she’s getting the fucking message that I’m into her. Or worrying about whether she’s over that whole ‘never going to date again’ thing.
Boy just tell her how you feel😊😐
Jo tastes the drink and nods in approval. “But I’m telling you that she’s into you. And that she likes you enough that you might as well shoot your shot.”
Thank you No for bringing that up 😆
My heart is growing more and more, and looking at him just makes me want to smile. This is so bad.
Its not
“And you two seem to have a little…” She wiggles her fingers. “Thing. A mutual thing. Beyond the sex, of course.”
Definitely called them out for sure
My hackles go up. “I’m not.”
You are
“My point is that Wes isn’t the same. You two barely could stand each other at first and the idea of even living with him made you want to throw up. Now you’re looking at him with heart eyes. You can’t tell me whatever’s going on with Wes is the same.”
Thank you
This feels almost too good to be true. A hot, funny guy making me breakfast, then getting me off?
We all would love that
“Because I’m falling in love with you,” he says softly, but with confidence. “And I’ve never felt like this toward anyone and don’t have a fucking clue on how to say it. It’s a lot easier to show it.”
Yes he finally admitted how he feels about her
I’ve been falling for him for a while too, and the realization is like ice water down my back. How did I end up doing the exact opposite from what I planned? What about the version of me who was gung-ho about making a name for myself — without anyone else? I still want to succeed and take back what I should have had before.
😚
I can’t bring myself to give him the bullshit lie that I can’t do or want a relationship. Because god, I do. I want mornings like this with breakfast, goofing off after shifts, and hanging out on the couch with Murphy while watching stupid TV shows. I want to laugh at his dumb jokes and see his pleasure that he made me laugh. And I don’t even have words to describe our sexual chemistry. It feels like it could work.
If you feel that way than make it official
I’m going to marry her someday, not that she knows that yet. But I know it for a fact already. But instead of saying that, I just kiss her on the forehead again. She’ll know soon enough.
Awww
