Intuition #2
Before I know it, I’m standing right under her window.
I can’t help myself, and I peek up through her sheer curtains.
The light in her unit is on. They’re already inside .
Just wait. I pause before I decide on whether or not I should start making my way around the building to the door that leads to the white tiled stairs.
Lee cages my hand in his and I pull us inside my small apartment.
What is he thinking? I know my tiny space isn’t much compared to his home.
He catches me gawking while taking off his leather jacket and lying on the back of my couch.
Those thoughts vanish when I realize he isn’t looking around my apartment; he’s only looking at me .
“You okay, Sweetheart?” His eyes narrow like he’s trying to read my face as if it's his car manual. I shake my head, unable to hide the inevitable expression that moves across my sad eyes. Slowly, I slide my arms out of my jacket.
“Not really,” I admit while laying my coat on top of his.
He moves in close and sits down on my black couch which in no way measures up to his.
My loveseat becomes unbalanced by the weight of Lee’s size when he sits down.
I join him on the slightly raised side on the other half.
Lee crosses his arms around his chest and raises his eyebrows, looking at me as if he demands an explanation.
“What is it, Thalia?” His gentle voice doesn’t match what I've heard from him before. Is he worried about me? Is it wrong if that makes me feel hopeful?
“It’s Jace.” I turn to face him. “I haven’t heard from him in a few days.” Lee’s eyes scan my body up and down as if he’s studying me. It’s a whole new side to him that I've never seen. He nods.
“I thought you guys were always together, and you guys talk all of the time. Why the hell won’t he talk to you?” He continues to study my actions and waits for my response.
“I have no fucking idea, and that’s why I’m freaking out.
” My voice gets louder, and I move in closer, filling in the small space that was between us.
“It’s not like him to just stop talking to me.
Even if he was angry with me, it’s not like him to just cut me off.
I have mentally run through every possibility in my head, and nothing adds up.
Something has to be wrong.” I can't stop the turning in my stomach as tears start to well in my eyes.
Before I realize it, one falls down my cheek.
“Listen, Sweetheart. He’ll turn up.” He wipes my tears with the pads of his thumbs. “We’ll find him. Whatever it fucking takes, we’ll find him.” His confidence brings me a semblance of comfort as he pulls me into his chest, and I rest my head on his shoulder.
Thalia’s body vibrates on my chest. I can feel her hot tears fall on my neck.
She feels so small in my arms while I kiss the top of her head without breaking our embrace.
With glossed-over eyes, she looks up at me as I take her head in my hands and kiss her red lips.
I may be a man of few fucking words, but I know other ways that I can comfort my girl.
I bring her in for another kiss, this time pulling her in deeper. I love the feel of her full lips when she kisses me back and wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her on top of my lap, and she moves her thighs in just the right way. She sits herself perfectly on my hard dick under my jeans.
I kiss the middle of her neck and grab her waist. “You’re fucking mine, Thalia,” I say with my teeth almost grazing against the edge of her jaw.
Her breath picks up with my mouth so close to her skin.
My hands move up to the middle of her back and bring her in to meet me.
“Do you like that, Sweetheart? Do you like that when I tell you who the fuck you belong to?” I ask with my lips almost touching hers.
“Yes,” she answers.
“I love the sound of that.” I grab her perfect round ass, and she wraps her thighs tightly around my waist. “Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.” I command before standing up. Still holding Thalia, I move us into her bedroom.
I lean up against a large lamp post in front of her apartment building.
My hands rest in the pockets of my slacks while I spy Lee and Thalia basically fuck fully clothed on her couch.
I peer down at the onyx face on my watch until I notice the light from the tiny lamp in her living room shut off.
They’re going into her bedroom. You know exactly what is going to happen next.
Memories of my night with her flash back to me as a focus of my mind.
The way her cheeks flushed when I fucked her until she screamed my name blurs my vision.
Now, she's doing that with him. I slide my hand back into my pocket and continue to walk around to the side of the building.
What the fuck am I doing? Exactly what you need to do.
My fingers continue to graze the edges of the metal key with each step towards the door.
Instinctively, I jiggle the handle. Locked for a change.
Finally, I get to put it to good use. I slide the key I made into the lock.
My heart beats faster when I hear the clicking sound of the lock turning over.
The cold, metal surface of the doorknob slides against the palm of my hand, and I step inside the long, narrow staircase.
I walk quietly onto the stairs, minimizing the evidence of my presence.
I don’t want these small sounds to echo in the building.
I shut the metal door gently and let the soft click echo in the long hallway.
Slowly, I trudge along the carpeted floor.
I set us both down at the edge of her bed with her thighs still wrapped around my waist. With full desire, I scan her over and move my hand underneath her shirt.
Gently moving my fingertips over her smooth skin, the light fabric of her shirt comes off her body so easily.
I toss the flimsy shirt to the side of her bed.
She kisses me softly and pulls off my black shirt.
I don’t know where she threw the damn thing, but fuck, I don’t care.
She runs her fingers down the tattoos on my chest and stops at the top of my jeans. “Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. You know how much I like it when you use your words.” She stops searching for the metal button on my jeans.
“I want you to fuck me, Lee.” Her breathy admission is all I need as I move my hands down her perfect curves.
“Fuck, Thalia. I love it when you talk like that.” My girl likes it when she gets a little praise. “How do you want me to fuck you, beautiful?” With her cheeks flushed, she stares at me with no answer. “You want to ride my dick until I come, baby?”
She replies with only a single nod.
I pick her up off my lap and unbutton her jeans. She doesn’t move from my gaze when I leer into those big, beautiful eyes of hers.
Her skin feels so smooth under my touch while I slowly pull the denim down her thighs.
She steps out of her jeans once they gather at her ankles.
I could behold her perfect body for-fucking-ever.
She has me practically drooling when she stands in front of me, only wearing a red bra and a lace thong to match.
Thalia slowly moves her body closer to mine and runs her hands up my thighs.
She steps in between my open legs and moves her hands to undo the button on my jeans.
She admires my body like she’s going to devour me as she unfastens my jeans.
I arch my back and watch her undress me just as I just undressed her.
She stares at my cock as it springs free.
“Come here, Sweetheart,” I command. Like the good girl she is, she crawls up the bed and situates herself on my lap.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” A sly smirk covers her face and I pull her in by the back of her neck as I kiss her full lips.
My other hand moves down in between her legs and slides the red lace to the side to press my thumb over her swollen clit, moving it in circles just so I can hear the sweet sounds of her moans that I love so fucking much.
“Oh, fuck, Lee.” Her words are like a drug, with her lips so close to my ear.
“You like that, Sweetheart?” I ask. Her body tenses on top of mine. “I think you might like this too, baby.” I push two of my fingers into her sweet pussy.
“Yeah, I like that too.” She admits between shallow breaths.
“Fuck, Thalia. You’re so fucking wet for me. Sit on my dick, Sweetheart.” I move my hand from under her, and she slides down on my hard cock.
The closer I get to Thalia’s apartment, the more I can feel my body going numb. A million thoughts fill my mind with each step I take. He’s probably touching her right now, and she’s loving every minute of it.
No, she wouldn’t do that to me. She can’t do that to me. My fingertips brush up against every door I pass on the way to her unit.
I stop when I see her door, apartment number 6C. The gold plaque is barely hanging on the loose nail, just as it was the last time I was here. Last time I was here, I had my dick buried inside her.
My thoughts fill with rage, and I pull the key out of the pocket of my slacks. Doing my best to hesitate entering her unit, letting out a long sigh before I jiggle the handle. You already know what’s going on. What good is this going to do?
“I need to see it for myself,” I say out loud, grabbing the doorknob and smirking at the locked door. “About fucking time.”
I slide my key inside another lock and quietly walk into her tiny kitchen. A malicious smile stretches across my face when I look at the tiny corner next to the fridge that I am all too familiar with. I wonder if Lee knows my DNA is all over her apartment, even in her kitchen.
I walk further into her space and look over her living room. Her cat lies sleeping on its white, plush bed.
“Such a quiet little guy.” He doesn’t move as I pat his head and sit on her black couch. “You know, your mom had me over not too long ago,” I say, still smirking, looking down at his sleepy face .
I zero in down at my watch as if I’m waiting for one of my business meetings to start.
“Well, there is no reason to delay the inevitable.” My conversation with Thalia’s cat ends, and I stand up from the couch.
My heartbeat picks up faster when I walk to the small corner next to the white door to her room. My hand runs across the spot on the wall that I once had Thalia pinned against. Right here. Right here is where you begged me to fuck you.
My memories get interrupted by her soft whimpers.
They’re practically next to you fucking in her room.
Reluctantly, I turn just slightly and look in through the miniscule opening between her door and the cheap molding around the doorway, slowly widening it as I move the tip of my shoe in the tiny space.
They’re both in there. This can’t be happening.
I knew that it was. But I didn’t want to believe it.
My skin gets hotter the more I stand in the hallway while I practice the act of voyeurism.
Like a reflex, my hands ball into a fist once again.
The tips of my nails digging into my palms are the only thing keeping me together and refraining from entering the room.
The way she moves her hips on Lee's lap is so fucking hypnotizing. I stare at the curve of her ass as she takes every bit of him. He lies there on her bed with his hands behind his head, and he stares up at her like she’s a fucking goddess.
I wonder if he knows his goddess was fucking his best friend not too long ago in that same spot.
Lee moves his hands around her back and unhooks her red bra.
It falls around her thighs, which are straddling his lap.
He takes her round breasts in his hands and pulls on her perfect nipples.
I bite my lip, picturing myself biting down on her breasts just as I had done before.
He sits up and kisses down her chest and stops at each one of her nipples and takes them in his mouth.
Their intimate show has me surveying them with my blood boiling beneath my skin.
Thalia arches her back and places her hands behind her on his extended legs. He moves his lips past her breasts and up to her neck. What does he whisper in her ear that makes her moan in the most addictive way? He pulls her in closer to his chest.
My body heats with rage, and I close in the small space between the door with the pointed end of my dress shoe. My soft steps continue on the dingy gray carpet in her short hallway.
While looking over her living room, I wonder if Lee knows how Thalia straddled my lap in here on her couch.
My gaze moves to the small, dark corner in her kitchen.
Or if he knows I stroked my dick to the view of her fucking herself to the sound of my voice.
I start to make my way out of the apartment, not before giving her cat one last pat on his head.