Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
God. Dammit .
He had just been minding his business, readying to eat a semi-nutritious breakfast, when he saw Thea’s perfect, round ass straining behind tight, tiny pink shorts.
Her toned legs were tanned, heavenly temptations, splayed slightly ajar, her feet hip-width apart. He wanted to push them wide open and feast between them until she came all over his face. His cock lengthened at the fantasy.
He repeated to himself, “ Do not get an erection in the kitchen while she does yoga. Do not get an erection . Stop getting hard, dammit! ”
He tore his gaze away from the show-stopping view in his living room.
His socks were wet due to the pool of milk he spilled after seeing Thea. Great . Grabbing paper towels, he soaked up the milk, washed the spot, and disposed of any evidence that the sight of a woman in shorts unraveled him in such a way.
Busying himself in the kitchen, he knew he was lingering. She is a goddamn magnet, and I’m supposed to stay away? He glanced back over at the bendy woman practicing sex positions in his living room. She will never be yours, Draven . She wears pearls .
With pouty lips and eyebrows drawn into a forlorn expression, he let his gaze run over her one last time. Then, he saw it.
Head bent down between her legs, she stared right at him.
Their eyes met. And the pretty vixen smirked .
Less than ten minutes later, Draven slammed his bedroom door shut, shoved his black sweatpants down his legs, and fisted his hard, aching dick. She drives me wild .
Her bending over with her ass up in the air, barely contained in those tiny pink shorts, would fuel his fantasies for the years to come.
Just friends? Impossible .
He threw open his bedside drawer, pulled out a bottle of coconut oil, and drizzled the lubricant onto his hand. Clenching his shaft in a tight grip, he stroked up and down, groaning like he had been starved for touch for days. Like he dabbled in tease torture or edging for the past month.
My sexual torture is named Thea .
Pants halfway down his legs and hand firmly wrapped around his full cock, he threw his left palm onto his bedroom wall and jacked off. He couldn’t stop long enough to lay back on his bed.
Lust fried his brain. He was so aroused that the fast, slick sounds of his strokes matched each of his panted breaths.
You shouldn’t be thinking of her like this . Off-limits.
He pumped into his palm harder, faster, thrusting his hips. Desperate at the thought of her spreading her legs for him on that yoga mat. Of that little smirk on her face.
Had she been trying to seduce him? For what purpose? He shook his head and prepared to let loose all of his pent-up desire for her.
A low, deep groan clawed through him as he twisted his grip; his abdomen and balls tightened accordingly. The tip of his cock glistened with precum, hinting at the release he so badly needed.
He fucked his palm with ragged breaths just as he heard the subtle creak of his bedroom door opening.
Oh, fuck. Shit .
Thea was spying on him. He clenched his eyes closed, not allowing himself to see her. Not allowing himself to see her chest move up and down with her heavy breathing or the blush pinkening her round cheeks.
If I watch her lick her lips while my hand is on my dick, I’ll explode .
She wanted to watch him? She wanted to see what she did to him? Fine. Let her watch .
Between furious strokes, Draven panted, “See how hard I am for you? Huh? Is this what you wanted, wearing those tight little shorts?”
He kept his eyes closed, knowing she thought she was successfully spying as he touched himself.
She would see it as him talking to himself. But he spoke to her. “Flashing that perfect ass at me. Did you know I could see the outline of your pussy through those shorts? Fuck, baby, I’m jerking it, thinking about ripping those off you and devouring that wet little pussy until you pass out.”
Sexual madness—a frenzied haze—ruled every part of his body. Each feverish tug of his cock sent him closer to spiraling toward orgasm. He could hear her breathing. Was she trying not to touch herself while she watched? What would make her dip a hand between her legs?
Keep your eyes closed, and you can pretend this never happened, you bastard .
Moaning, he stroked himself harder, his heartbeat erratic. “They think you’re such a good girl, don’t they, Thea? But you couldn’t help yourself from watching me. You just had to come in here and watch me jerk off.”
Biting his lip, he grunted and squeezed at the sensitive tip of his dick. “Do you like the way I touch myself, wishing it was your hand on me?” His stomach muscles twitched. Hollowed. “Are you going to watch me come, sweetheart? Thea—” His balls tightened. Heart skipped.
“Fuck, Thea,” he bellowed as streams of his release shot out from the thick, dusky pink mushroom tip of his cock. Again and again, he grunted and moaned from each jet. “Thea.”
He strived to catch his breath. Finally unable to control himself any longer, he glanced over to the door, which was pulled closed again.
Had she seen the finale?
Had she read her name on his lips when he came?
* * *
“ Babe, are you taking me to Mal and Wren’s wedding, or do you still need time to calm down? When are you going to move back in? I miss you ,” Alec texted her.
The message lighting up her screen burned into her eyes.
“ We need to talk. Maybe coffee tomorrow morning ?” Alec texted.
When her phone buzzed again, she reluctantly checked it but shot up straight on the couch when she read, “ Hello! I am writing on behalf of Director Pamela Hutchins about needing a makeup artist assistant for Thursday and Friday. Would you be available? She loved what you did to the members of Medusa’s Tears on Halloween .”
An excited, shocked scream bubbled out of Thea’s vocal cords as she hopped onto the couch, standing tall on the cushions, and jumped up and down in elation.
She got a job! It was a two-day job, but it was a resume builder. It was a big step in the right direction. Finding out she got a finance job would have never felt like this.
Her happy dance was interrupted by Draven skidding in his socks on the hardwood floor in front of the couch. His frightened, frantic eyes scanned her for injuries.
He pointed to his ears and mimed someone screaming. She nodded, grinning as she jumped up and down on the couch some more.
Realizing she was not hurt or in danger, Draven pressed a palm over his chest and shot her a curious brow. She handed him her phone, showing the message. He read it, looked up at her, calmly joined her in standing on the opposite side of the couch, and began jumping up and down along with her.
Laughing and jumping, they performed joint, goofy, happy dances. When he stopped and began typing something onto her phone, she froze.
Horror flooded her at the thought of Draven: A) sending a response to the job for her or B) seeing Alec’s texts. She slapped at his hands, trying to take back her phone, but he held it out of reach.
Using her vantage point of standing on the couch, she half-tackled him, wrapping her legs around his back and securing herself to him as she fought to take back her phone. His body vibrated under hers, laughing and clearly finding her fear amusing.
When she got the device back, she saw that he had opened her notes app and typed, “ We should go out and celebrate tonight .”
Fear dissipated, her stomach full of nothing but butterflies. She smiled at him and typed back, “ You’ll buy me dinner ?”
She handed her phone back, and he typed, “ I was thinking shots so that I could finally meet ‘Drunk Thea.’ But, yeah, let’s do dinner. My treat .”
“ Somewhere with lobster, please ,” she replied.
He flung his head back and chuckled. “ Not a cheap date, are you ?” he typed.
Her smile fell. She bit her lip. Because she wanted to ask: Would it really be a date?
And she wanted his answer to be: Yes, Thea. A real date .