Chapter Eleven
M y pussy is throbbing.
That’s the first thing I notice when I wake up.
I must have been having one hell of a dream to feel this turned on. Still half asleep, I slide my hand down into my panties to take care of the need. I circle around my clit, my hips pressing back into the warmth behind me.
God, it feels so good. I keep a steady pace, a small moan slipping from my mouth. It’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself this simple pleasure. I really need to consider self-care more. It’s hard when I don’t have a room of my own, though.
I don’t really here either. I’m sharing with Gunner. I wonder where he is. Probably snuck out to get laid. I don’t blame him, but I can’t focus on that now. All I can think about is the pleasure I’m bringing my body.
My pussy is begging to be filled by a big cock. I’ve never experienced it outside of the toy I once bought myself when I was a teen, but it changed the game for me. I need to get myself another one.
Or find a man to fuck.
My hips jerk back as my body reacts to the thought of Gunner popping into my head as a possibility.
That’s when I feel it. The steady thrusting against my ass. Something hard and warm.
No, not something. Someone.
Gunner.
He’s humping me.
My pussy clenches at the thought.
Fuck. This is bad. This is really bad.
“Gunner,” I whisper.
He doesn’t make a noise. He continues to hump me, though.
Pulling my hand out of my sleep shorts, I stare wide-eyed at the wall while I consider my next move.
This is so embarrassing. I am stupidly turned on by the big biker asshole behind me. Especially since I can feel every inch of him. I did not need help imagining him naked, but it looks like I got it anyway. This is going to be haunting me for a while.
His hand comes down onto my hip, making me jump out of his hold. I fall to the floor, grunting, before I stand up straight and look down at him.
His eyes are open now. They look confused.
“What the fuck, Trouble?” he grunts, rubbing a hand on his face.
I ignore him, running into the bathroom. I lock the door for good measure, then lean against it.
God, what was I thinking? Sharing a bed with him is a terrible idea.
The throbbing hasn’t stopped though, so I rush into the shower, turning it on cold. I want so badly to finish what I started, but he is right on the other side of that wall. I would be mortified if he heard me.
Still, the cold water isn’t working. If anything, the idea of him being on the other side of the wall only makes me want him more. The ache is growing stronger.
Leaning against the wall, I know what I need to do. I have to get rid of it.
Turning the water to warm, I close my eyes. I let myself think of him listening at the door. Maybe he would even have his ear to it, hoping to catch me in a vulnerable situation.
He’s eleven years older than me. It should gross me out, but his age is something I like about him. He’s more mature. He knows what he is doing with his life. I bet he knows his way around a woman too. Unlike the bumbling fools I used to mess with in high school.
Sliding my fingers through my wetness, I start to circle my clit. I bite my lip to keep the noises inside while I work myself. I can imagine how his fingers would feel against me. They would be rough like my own from working on cars all day. It would add enough friction to build up that tightness I feel.
My legs start to shake as I imagine him plunging his thick digits inside of me. My own are small and slender, but his would fill me up so nicely. They would make me feel better than I ever have. I know they would. He would.
Would he want to take me in front of everyone like the others? I don’t think I’d like that, but the taboo feel of it has me orgasming, my core clenching around my fingers as I whimper against my shoulder.
By the time I catch my breath, I can feel the pain in my lip. I must have bit it hard enough to bruise it. Thankfully, I don’t taste blood though.
Taking my time, I wash my body. I make sure to reach every inch of it. I smile at my cheap shampoo. He thinks I didn’t notice him sniffing me earlier. I think he likes the strawberry scent. I used to be embarrassed by it, but knowing he likes it changed something for me.
I’m in trouble. My feelings for him have been drastically changing, especially since being here. Spending hours on the back of his bike didn’t help things either.
If I don’t get some space from him, I’m worried I’m going to do something incredibly stupid like catch feelings. That would go over well.
As if he would ever really want a kid. As much as I think he’s too old, I’m sure he thinks I’m too young. We would have nothing in common. Besides all of that, he has made it clear that I am a burden to him. An annoyance.
I need to get my shit together before I let my irrational feelings ruin the best job I’ve ever had.
Yeah, I cannot spend another whole day with him. I need to beg Kelly for some girl time or something.
Plan in place, I finish drying off and get dressed. Once I’m ready, I hover at the door. I close my eyes and pray like hell that he left the room already. When I open them again, I take a deep breath.
Then I open the door and step into the room.
What I find is beyond anything I could imagine.
Gunner is on the bed naked, his cock in his hand.
My mouth drops open.
Fuck.
I am a fucking pervert.
That’s all I can think about right now. I wasn’t fully awake as I was humping Sloane, but that’s no excuse. She is a young woman. She doesn’t need her boss perving on her. Especially when I am making her share this room and bed with me.
Yet when I felt her moving her hand in her panties as I moved against her, I couldn’t stop myself. I was enjoying it way too much. The feel of her warm body against me. Her plump ass cushioning my dick, giving him the perfect landing spot.
The tip is soaked in precum. He’s begging for attention. I should really wait for Sloane to finish in the shower, but she’s been in there several minutes. What’s the likelihood she will be done anytime soon?
Deciding it’s worth the risk, I pull my boxers down, revealing my dick. Then I wrap my hand around it, stroking it.
She moaned. I heard her moan. It was a sweet sound. One that had me begging for release, but it didn’t come. I would have burst in my boxers like a teenager for her. I wish I had. It would have been better than what I’m doing now.
I’m stroking my dick thinking about the girl I’m supposed to protect, wondering what she is doing in the shower. How does she touch herself? Will she wash quickly, scared of what I did to her? Would she squeeze her nipples before letting her hands slide through her slickness? Maybe she would thrust fingers up inside herself, dreaming of me.
“Fuck, Trouble,” I moan out, my eyes falling closed.
She is exactly that. Trouble. She makes me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. I don’t want to be attached to her, yet somehow I am.
I’m no longer thinking of those faceless women from before. No, she is the number one star in every single one of my fantasies. Now I know how she feels against me too. I know how she sounds when she is feeling good.
What I wouldn’t do to hear that sound again.
A soft gasp has my eyes opening.
I stare right at Sloane as I continue to work my dick in my hand. Her mouth falls open a little at the sight. Her bottom lip looks a bit redder. Almost as if it’s been bitten recently. I wonder if she did that in the bathroom. If she didn’t want me to hear what she was up to.
My hand starts working faster. Her eyes don’t leave my dick even once. She watches every movement I make as I watch her. Her breathing comes a bit faster, making me groan. She startles a little at the sound, but doesn’t leave.
Maybe my little brat is a bit of a voyeur. She likes watching. I thought she was appalled by all the raunchy sex yesterday, but here she is watching me beat off to the image of her, and she’s into it. I can tell by the way her chest and neck start to turn red. She is turned on like no other.
Fuck, I wish I could bury my face in her pussy. I want to lick every inch of her until she is screaming my name. How glorious it would be to have the sassy little thing begging for my cock like the good little girl she is. I would make her get on her knees and fill her with it so she wouldn’t be able to talk back again.
“Sloane, fuck,” I moan, my dick erupting like a geyser.
She has me all fucked up in the head. My body wants hers, and there’s no getting around it. If I don’t watch myself, I am going to eventually give in. A guy only has so much control.
Especially with the way she licks her lips as my cum splatters on my chest.
When I’m finally done, I pull my boxers back up, breaking her trance.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? This is a shared space.”
“You were taking too long, so I took care of my little problem. Besides, don’t act like you weren’t in there doing the same thing,” I tell her, moving next to her.
“I-I wasn’t,” she stutters.
I lean in and sniff her hair. Strawberries like usual. I love it.
“I can smell it on you, Sloane. You smell so sweet. Like the nectar of the gods. Be careful, brat. Tease a man too much, and he might feel like a god and indulge.”
She is sputtering when she finally gets my name out. “Gunner.”
I smirk down at her. “Yes, Trouble?”
“You can’t say things like that. You’re almost old enough to be my dad.”
I shake my head. “No, Sloane. Not even close, but you had it right yesterday. I have no problem being your daddy. You are a little brat, after all. I could have some fun with you. Too bad you are too young to appreciate it.”
Her mouth opens and closes several times. It only makes me laugh.
Stepping away from her, I take a deep breath. I want to touch her so badly. I could have her bent over the bed and taking my cock in seconds.
Instead, I make my way toward the bathroom.
“Kelly made breakfast in the kitchen. Go get some before I do something we both regret. Do not leave this house without me. I mean, unless you want me to spank that little ass red.”
I leave her there, speechless, as I shut the door behind me. It’s not until I’m under the spray of water that I realize what I just did.
I am playing one dangerous game.
Women can’t be trusted. I know this. Yet, it feels like Sloane is different. She is one that I could see myself losing myself to.
I can’t do that again, though.
No, I need to create distance.
Sloane can’t be mine, no matter how much I want her to be.