Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?
Just then, Justin strides into the kitchen and looks around, no doubt for his girl, the thought sour in my mind. “She’s in the bathroom,” I grumble.
He nods and grins at me. I swear this kid looks more like his mom than me, it’s scary. “What do you think of her?”
I fist my hands and push them into my sides to stop myself from wringing his neck. It’s not his fault I’m attracted to his girlfriend, and I’m a sick fuck for wanting a young girl like that. “She seems really nice,” I offer, and he nods.
“She really is. She’s a singer downtown, got a regular spot, that’s where we met.” I nod. She sings… I can just imagine.
Her voice is smoky, soft, and sexy. I can envision her singing, the sound wrapping around me as I peel off her clothes and bare her perfect skin.
“That’s good,” I bark. “You like her?”
He shrugs. “Yeah.”
Yeah? Christ, sometimes I want to smack my kid. Is that normal? “She seems very smart and kind,” I hedge.
That’s an understatement.
She charmed the room and me tonight. Her laugh is contagious, and her smile is sweet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, brooding in my chair as my friends talked to me, but none of it mattered. My eyes were locked on the angel in white. She listened so intently and cared what they were saying, I could see her dazzling everyone here.
He pulls out his phone again, smirking at something on it. “I guess it helps she’s hot as hell.”
I snort and turn away. What a prick. Hot? That word is ridiculous and doesn’t touch her beauty. She looks like perfection, all curves and sweetness, that delicious little mouth perfect for fucking.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I breathe deeply. “How’s your mum?”
“Seems fine, off with Mark in Thailand. You know, Dad, you should really get a new wife or some shit so you aren’t alone here. God knows you could do with getting laid, you’re always wound so tight.”
Turning, I arch my eyebrow at him. “Justin, my sex life is none of your concern. Now go say hi to your auntie, she’s been worried,” I snap, and he sighs but does as he’s told like when he was a kid.
I hear a slight gasp, but when I look around, I can’t see anyone, so I dismiss it. I turn back to the sink and count to ten. So she’s attractive? So your cock is hard just from looking at her?
That’s fine.
You won’t see her much, you can ignore this. If she makes Justin happy, then I can handle this…
Tyler
A Month Later…
She’s here again.
In a fucking tiny little red bikini that hides nothing. The material clings to her wet perky ass, and her full breasts almost tumble from the material. Her nipples are pebbled temptingly. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a sloppy bun, and her face makeup free. If I thought she was beautiful with it on, she is downright astonishing now.
I’ve seen her a few times since my birthday, mainly in passing or when we go out for a meal with Justin. Each and every time, I come back with a raging hard-on and feel sick with myself. I want her, even now.
Badly.
It consumes me. I jack off to my own fantasies of her. Of stealing her from my son and teaching her what a real man would treat her like, making her scream my name and ride my cock. Turning away from the window, I breathe heavily. Now she is here. In my pool. Half goddamn naked and wet, and I can’t take it. I even asked him to stop bringing her around. He asked why I hated her. It was better than him learning the truth—that I don’t hate her, the opposite actually. I crave her and the sweetness of her body.
Her innocence calls to a dark part of me that wants to ruin it, that wants to shatter it, claim her, and make her my own dirty little angel. She’s young, barely over twenty, and I’m twice her age. She’s dating my son, but it stops nothing. I still wish I could storm out there, throw her onto the patio, and rip off that tiny suit and tongue fuck her. I bet she would taste as sweet as she looks…
Like she controls my movements, I turn back at her laugh, pressing my forearms to the glass of the second-floor window in my bedroom as I watch her. The sun kisses her golden skin, and her curves call to me, demanding I fill my hands as I drive into that tight little cunt.
Justin splashes her, and she splashes him back before he grabs her and reels her in for a kiss. She doesn’t even fucking moan. She would if I did it. I would plunder that mouth until she couldn’t breathe without me. He slides his hands down into the water, and I have to close my eyes as jealousy roars through me.
She isn’t mine, but fuck, I wish she was.
I can’t help but torture myself, unable to turn away as he hoists her from the water and perches her on the pool edge. He kisses her again, and her eyes close as he turns her head and kisses down her shoulder and chest, ignoring her silent plea. She thrusts her ample chest out, and he doesn’t so much as even touch them, the fucking idiot. I would yank down that string and lavish them with my tongue, making her beg from that alone.
But he doesn’t. His hand slips past her bikini bottoms, and I feel filthy for watching. I’m about to turn away when her head falls back and her eyes open, scanning the garden and the neighbours before perusing my house. Fuck.
They slide past the window I’m in and flick back in shock, locking on me. She can see me. She knows I’m watching like a perv. Yet she doesn’t say anything, instead she freezes briefly before closing her eyes again and parting her legs further for him.
Dirty little girl.
Does she want me to watch? Is she teasing me? Does she like it? If the way she moans is any indication, she does. She seems wilder now that she’s aware my gaze is trained on her thrusting hips as he fucks her with his fingers. It’s over all too soon though. She moans loudly, fakely, and he pulls back with a smug look.
That fucking idiot. She faked it.
I rip myself away from the window before I storm down there and take her myself, showing him exactly what to do with a woman like that. How to make her scream, writhe, and beg for your cock. To take hours tasting her, learning her.
Heading to the shower, I strip off quickly and palm my cock, the image of her eyes on me seared into my brain.
Lexi
That night, I can’t stop thinking about the man in the next room. Tyler saw us earlier, I know it. My boyfriend’s dad saw us messing around, and fuck, it had me wetter than I’d ever been. I could feel his eyes on me as I fucked his son’s fingers, wishing they were his. Imagining they were.
Justin snores and flips over as I lie on my back, my thighs clenched as I visualise sneaking into the next room and waking his dad with my mouth on his cock. I can’t get him out of my head. It’s been a month since I met him, and every goddamn time I convince myself it’s all in my head, that he’s not that hot. That it was the wine or the food and my reaction wasn’t real.
Yet my need for him gets stronger each time.
I imagine him fucking me, his arrogant mouth on my pussy. It’s gotten so bad that when Justin and I fuck, I have him do me from behind so I can pretend it’s his dad’s hands digging into my hips and his breath in my ear as he drives into me. But then it’s over too quickly and I’m left wet and wanting, wondering if his dad would make me come.