Chapter Seven
Towel drying my hair, I step out of the shower and eye Danny through the doorway, draped across my bed and scrolling on his phone.
True, we’ve been best friends for a long time.
At some point early on we agreed our friendship could include a physical attraction and still be tight.
I got drunk one night in high school and let him suck my dick and that was that.
He has a God-given gift for it. It's not something we advertise, but we’re both such horny fucks that it happens from time to time.
Either way he’s looking very tempting stretched across my bed, his abs on display. It really speaks to the way Leigh’s got me twisted up that I don’t immediately try to get him on his knees for me.
“Is she still locked in her room?” I ask, knowing the answer. Such a scared little mouse, hiding away like we’re actually hunting her.
“Yep, I don’t know if she’s coming out today. Told you you freaked her out,” he says, a conspiratorial smile on his face.
How to make her come out and play? I need to know what she’s doing, what she’s thinking. Something, even a fucking crumb from her, so I can over-analyze it until I’m even more crazy for her.
“Awfully smart of you to think of installing that malware on her laptop,” I say as his eyes flash with pride. “We can hack into her laptop camera right? Or the microphone? We could just check and make sure she’s okay in there.”
Danny grins, rolling off the bed to grab his own laptop and sets it on the nightstand, hammering away at the keyboard.
My dick is already getting hard at the thought of spying on Leigh.
Getting to see her in her room, stressed out that I know her secret, that I know she’s a filthy little thing with a very vivid imagination.
“Got it,” Danny says darkly, turning the laptop so we can both see as the camera feed loads.
“Holy shit,” he says quietly, and I stalk over, eyes locked on the screen where Leigh lays in her bed, her legs spread slightly. Dark hair spills across her cream colored pillow and I hyper-fixate for a moment on the way her teeth sink into her lip.
Fuck. Me.
Her shirts pushed up to her collarbone, and she has one hand cupping her own breast. I watch as she twists her nipple roughly. Immediately I burn the image into my brain as her other hand disappears inside her unsnapped jean shorts.
I would give anything to pull them down her legs so I can see what she’s doing, her wrist flexing as she fingers herself.
How many times had I pictured her like this, exactly like this?
Except this is real. This isn’t a fantasy in my head, but actual reality where Leigh is touching herself and I have a fucking front row seat to the show.
I’m almost drunk at the thought, my head swimming with my obsession with her. For a moment I consider busting down her door. But what then? Shove my cock down her throat to cut off her scream?
I want her to want me. I want her to need me like I need her.
“Jesus, that’s hot,” Danny groans next to me, and I do the only thing that makes sense.
“I need your mouth,” I say, desperation heavy in my voice. “Now, Danny.” Gripping his hair, I pull him to me and kiss him haphazardly, my self-control in a tailspin.
His hand grips my hair, pulling back from my kiss, pupils dilated. “Fucking breathe, okay?” I nod, hanging on each word. “Good, you can’t lose control right now. You’re about to.”
I close my eyes, exhaling. He’s right. He always knows when I’m on the fucking verge of doing something stupid, like barging in there and doing something to her I can’t erase. Danny’s been through every stage of my obsession and knows how deep it runs.
“Good, now lay down.” He tugs me down on the comforter, and flips us so my head hits the pillow and he’s rolled over top of me.
He points at the computer, but for a moment I watch as his dark hair hangs into his heavy eyes, before locking my stare back on the screen.
I can't look away from the way she touches herself.
At least, until his mouth finds mine and I viciously sink my teeth into his lip, almost growling as his hand rubs down my hip to my erection.
“Watch her, you fucking animal,” he says, a pinprick of blood blooming on his lip. I rub it with my thumb so that it smears and then nod.
The sound of her little cries as she tries to keep quiet cut through my sanity. I will not go in there. I will not go in there. I will not- fuck.
I look down and Danny’s mouth is wrapping around my cock. My hands fist as he sucks me into his throat, and I thread my fingers through his hair, locking him in place.
My eyes drift back to Leigh, seeing as her back starts to arch off the bed, chasing her high.
She’s so fucking beautiful, her body perfection.
I would give anything to be the one making her face look like that—her brows turned up with desperation to come.
Needing me to make her soak the sheets. I fucking need it. God damn it she makes me fucking crazy.
I thrust into Danny’s mouth and his nails scratch at my thighs, but it just makes me harder.
“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven,” I growl, watching for a moment as I hold his head in place, thrusting up into that mouth of his that loves the abuse.
His hips roll against the mattress and I smile.
“You needy little toy,” I say softly, and he chuckles low in his throat, sending vibrations right through my cock.
My head falls back and that’s when I hear it. Her soft voice, whispering my name.
“Chase,” it’s so quiet I almost miss it. My head jerks to the side as my body immediately tries to fly forward to go to her but Danny strong-arms me to the bed before I can. He sucks me, grazing his teeth on my cock, and that sensation compounded with my name on her lips pushes me past my limit.
I groan, gripping his hair violently and thrusting one final time into Danny’s mouth, my cock throbbing for what feels like an eternity to the sound of her reaching her climax and mewling through an orgasm of her own.
She was thinking of me. It's me she's picturing. And that just does something to my brain that can’t ever be undone. I need her, and she will fucking be mine someday.
You know…tonight sounds even better.