10. Knox
Chapter ten
Knox
I lay in bed that night berating myself for stupidly acting like a jealous boyfriend with Nina at the party.
A party I’d been vehemently against attending until she taunted me, and I’d foolishly played into her hand. It wasn’t like I was scared of such social gatherings; it’d just been too long since I went to one. Last time I attended a party just for the sake of it, I was barely twenty. I realized then that it wasn’t my scene, and I’d stayed away since.
Just like I should have stayed away from this one.
Nina knew how to irritate the shit out of me. And what was with those ridiculous amounts of laughter she gave to random men? Even after telling them we were dating? Couldn’t she tell that those dudes only wanted one thing? One of them stared at her cleavage all night. If I was really her boyfriend like she’d claimed, shouldn’t she have only laughed at me?
See? I was going crazy, overthinking everything. I shouldn’t have gone.
Nina was just too childish. A mature woman would know not to laugh with every guy who appeared in front of her.
Sighing, I shut my eyes. This business of staying away from her was not working. She was like a fucking magnet, drawing me close every time. I couldn’t even leave her side tonight for fear that she would start making out with some random dude.
Wasn’t your business, tough guy. She did ask you to leave.
“Shut up,” I murmured to the voice in my head. How could I have let her stay there with all those guys with bad intentions? I was being a gentleman. For my sister.
This is ridiculous. I was being stupid. It was past midnight. I was tired. There was no reason thoughts of Nina should keep me up.
After a few moments of pressing my eyes shut, Morpheus finally found me. I drifted off into…
I jumped awake, my eyes snapping open.
What was that?
I sat upright in bed, looking around. I heard something. It was faint, but it was there. A light buzzing sound. Frowning, I wondered if Nina left any kitchen appliance on. I wouldn’t be surprised given her tendency to forget to clean up.
Grumbling, I got out of bed and crossed to my door, opening it and immediately pausing. The buzzing sound was not coming from the direction of the kitchen—no, it was coming from my left. Nina’s room.
Furrowing my brows, I stared at her door, wondering if I should knock. It was a little after midnight, so she should be asleep. Maybe it was her phone? Though the buzzing was incessant, and nothing at all like a ringtone. I did hear her voice. It was low, and closely resembled a mewl. She had to be talking to someone.
I should go back to bed . Try to sleep through the noise. It didn’t concern me, anyway. As long as whatever she was doing wouldn’t burn down the house, then I didn’t care.
So why the fuck was I still standing here?
Without thinking about it, my legs propelled me forward until I was standing in front of her door. I had no idea what I was doing. Nina was driving me crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was fucking unreal.
The buzzing was louder now. What could it be? I rested my hand on the doorknob, my heart banging against my chest. What was I doing? I should leave. Fucking hell, what was wrong with me?
My hand twisted, and the door gave way just the slightest bit. Chest heaving, I peered through the thin opening and saw a figure on the bed. Nina. The lights were off, and it was dark, so I had to squint to see clearly, but I could tell she was awake.
Somehow, she didn’t notice the open door. Pushing it wider, I inched closer until my nose pressed against it, my eyes settling on her smaller frame laying on the blankets. She wasn’t under the covers, and her legs were widened— Whoa , hold on a fucking minute .
I took in the sight before me, my mouth watering. Head thrown back, mouth opened, back arched, legs spread, hands in between her thighs…
No. It couldn’t be. But it would explain the buzzing, wouldn’t it?
Fuck . Nina was… pleasuring herself.
My dick stirred to life.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.
And it was so wrong. I shouldn’t have been standing there watching her masturbate. I should be ashamed of myself.
But I wasn’t. At least not just then. Not when my dick was hard and twitching inside my pants, and my mind was reeling with all the different ideas of how hard I could make Nina scream under, above, or beside me.
My breath staggered as I watched Nina’s lithe body shudder. She was absolutely breath-taking. The vibrator in her hand buzzed, and for a second, she lifted it off her pussy, as if she couldn’t take any more of the sensations before she placed the head back on. I couldn’t see most of her face, which was annoying because the look of gratification would have made it all the better. But considering I wasn’t even supposed to be seeing anything at all, I couldn’t complain.
My hand itched to stroke my dick, but I held myself back. I wasn’t trying to get caught. Doing that could alert her, and it was better she didn’t know. If not to save her the embarrassment, there was my crudity.
“Oh,” Nina moaned softly just as her hips jerked. “Yes.” She spread her legs even wider, and my mouth lost all moisture. From this angle, I couldn’t see her pussy, but I could just imagine how pink and slick with arousal her lips were.
She was close; I could tell by the way her moans expelled in quick breaths and her legs began to vibrate. My breathing had stopped. I peered closer, eyes wide open, determined to not lose a moment of the wondrous display before me. Nina groped a luscious breast through her top with one hand while the other fought to bring her to completion with the toy.
Blood rushed to both of my heads. I counted the seconds under my breath and just when I reached ten, her mouth spread open in a round “O” and the breath in her lungs escaped on a single word…
“Knox!”
My name. I didn’t have time to read more into it because Nina was coming. The toy fell from her hand onto the bed as her legs joined together in the air like a magnet and one hand covered her mouth, her body convulsing violently.
Watching her unravel was hands down the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my thirty-two years of living. And it was at that moment I realized that I’d never wanted anyone half as much as I wanted Nina. No, scratch that—I needed to have her.
It was the only thought on my mind when Nina suddenly went limp on the bed. Then, as if something whispered in her ear that she wasn't alone, her head snapped to the door, and I almost jumped out of my skin.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I backed away from the door a few steps before making a run for it. Shit. She wasn’t supposed to see me. What was I thinking standing there for as long as I did? Fuck.
In my room, I shut the door, falling onto the edge of the bed with a disappointed sigh. Shame finally made an appearance, albeit too late. I held my head in my hands, bent over my knees, feeling like the biggest pervert on earth.
What was happening to me? Ever since I moved into this apartment, it was like I’d lost control of my inhibitions. First, it was the constant childish bickering with Nina, then it was lusting after her like a fucking pubescent boy. And now I’d turned into a disgusting voyeur, watching her pleasure herself. I usually had more control over myself. What was I turning into?
I looked down. My dick was still hard as a rock. Angry breaths puffed out of my lips. Fucking hell. I was acting like it was my first time seeing a naked woman.
If Nina woke up in the morning and threw me out on my ass, I would totally understand. I would throw myself out.
Irate, I slipped into bed, laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. My erection protruded angrily, as if making a statement, demanding release. I ignored it; the both of us had been very bad boys tonight.
We deserved to be punished and if my comeuppance was shame, then his would be torture.