6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
S he’s amazing!
He stood in her dark bedroom. He wasn’t nervous about being caught. He could make up some excuse about Brooke asking him to grab her a sweater. Being in here, amongst her things, energized him. The room felt like her. Warm. Inviting. It smelled like her. Roses and honey. Heady and sweet. He’d taken his time looking at all her stuff and realized a few new things about her. She liked soft comforts, like the chenille pillows and oatmeal-colored cashmere throw on her bed. She kept pictures of friends and family scattered everywhere around the room. Several of them—too many in his estimation—were of her with Cody.
They were obviously close and did a lot of things together. Horseback riding. Vacations. Eating out.
It irritated him. But there were just as many of her with Mindy Sue, too, so he didn’t hold it against Brooke.
He didn’t have such close connections to people. But he felt one to her.
He’d like to fill his room with pictures of her. And them together. Soon.
She’d promised they’d see each other more when they were back on campus.
He couldn’t wait.
They’d finally connected.
It wasn’t just him.
She sees me.
He watched her out the window, standing with everyone else waiting for the fireworks to begin.
She wanted him.
He knew it in his bones and down to his soul.
She was beautiful. Tempting. He wanted her to look up and see him, then rush in to be with him. She’d put her hands on him, her mouth. God, those fucking plump lips of hers were a distraction. He thought about them closing over his hard dick.
He stroked his hand over his shaft, wishing it was her hand on him. Falling into the image in his head, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching cock.
Look at her! So fucking gorgeous!
And mine!
She stood with Mindy Sue and the rest of them, chatting away. Smiling. Fucking shining with joy. She glowed.
He bet her skin was soft as a flower petal.
He pumped his aching cock again.
He wanted to know what it felt like to slide inside her wet, hot, welcoming cavern.
Stroke.
Would she beg? Oh, he’d make her beg.
Stroke. Stroke.
He rubbed his hand from base to tip to the image of her doing it in his mind with her hand fisted around his shaft. Faster. Harder.
His cock felt like a steel rod.
His balls tightened.
Just thinking about her, looking at her standing there, oblivious to what she did to him, got him off.
Would she scream when she came?
He wanted her to.
He’d heard it could happen. Could he get her there? He’d need to figure out how.
He could do it. He wanted to do it.
He wanted to know what it felt like to be deep inside her, instead of jerking off with his fucking hand.
She was the one. His one and only.
Stroke.
At least, she would be. He’d find a way to make it happen.
It couldn’t be that hard. She liked him.
He stroked himself again and again. So close.
He’d show her he could treat her right.
He couldn’t wait to get back to school, back to them hanging out. He’d have to spend more time with Marco. He liked the guy well enough, though Marco could sometimes be an ass. Especially when he was drinking. But he offered the most important thing: proximity to Brooke. He’d suffer through anything to be with her.
She brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear and laughed at something Julie said to her.
Fuck . This girl is killing me with need.
It made him even harder. He spit into his hand and stroked himself while he took out the pair of panties from his pocket with his free hand. He’d stolen them from her dirty laundry. Purple with white polka dots and lace trim. So sexy.
He stared at the beautiful woman who didn’t even know how pretty she was and came with a grunt as he bit his bottom lip so no one would hear him moan for her, though the house was quiet. The orgasm rolled through him, his cum staining her cute undies.
That was so fucking good.
Her wet, hot pussy would be even better.
He should get out of here. He didn’t want to be found lurking in her room with purple lace and his cum wrapped around his dick.
He stuffed the panties in his pocket and tucked his junk back in his pants.
Brooke had stepped away from their friends and headed for her mom and stepbrother. He’d seen her with Cody before, all smiles and whispered words as her eyes ate him up. But this time, she didn’t stand as close as she could get to him like he’d seen her do before. This time, she stood by her mom as Cody held the microphone, thanked everyone for coming, and then bid everyone to enjoy the show.
He was right. He’d stolen her attention. Now, she only wanted him.
I bet she’s thinking about me right now?
Brooke suddenly looked up to where he stood in the window.
With the lights out, she wouldn’t be able to see anything but his dark silhouette.
But she knew he was here.
In her room.
Soon, they’d be together.
You’re already mine.