Chapter 3
Tobias
I take in her flushed cheeks, those full, luscious lips, her pink hair loose over her shoulder as she looks up at me with those gorgeous emerald eyes of hers blown wide.
Unable to deny myself what I crave the most, I lower my face until my lips brush softly against hers, teasing at first, testing. She lets out a breath, and then we’re kissing.
My hand moves into her hair, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss.
I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want her, right here, right now.
I’d never admit it out loud, but I’ve always admired her from afar. She’s always been a beacon of light, the way she lights up a room by simply being present. I love how she’s so animated when she talks. How she speaks her mind, but she’s not mean about it.
I love how she tastes like a sweet strawberry perfection.
It’s the familiar shrill of my phone that breaks us apart, and guilt engulfs me when I pull it out from inside my pocket, Ric’s name flashing back at me.
I clear my throat and take a step back.
She glances at the screen and then to me, a frown marring her brow. One I desperately want to smooth away, but if I give in and touch her again, I’ll be a lost cause. I know I won’t be able to stop myself from taking everything from her, and I mean everything.
“I need to take this.”
She swallows hard and nods, her usual smile replaced with a fake one, and the only reason I know it’s fake is that I’ve seen enough of her real ones to know the difference.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, as I back away and swipe my screen, bringing the phone to my ear.
“Ric,” I say, my gaze fixed on Rainbow, the hurt expression that crosses her face makes my insides ache. But still, I back away until, reluctantly, I finally turn around and let myself out, the door closing behind me with an ominous click.
“You good?” he asks as I make my way to the lift, jabbing my thumb against the up button.
“Yeah, you?” I’ve never felt awkward talking to my best friend until now. I clear my throat and try again. “So Bow is staying at yours,” I say, looking up at the ceiling. Why am I stating the fucking obvious?
I swallow, the taste of her sweet cunt still fresh on my tongue. My dick strains against the fly of my work trousers, knowing if Ric hadn’t called when he did, I would currently have her impaled on my throbbing cock. The lift doors slide open, and I step inside, pressing the next floor.
“Yeah, I love mum and dad, but living with them as an adult is a no, even more so for Bow.”
The lift stops on my floor, and I can’t get out of there quick enough.
“I get that,” I reply, letting myself into my flat. It’s quiet, too quiet—unlike any other day, something I usually welcome—but today it bothers me, and I don’t know why.
Maybe because it doesn’t smell like her, because I just left her after making her come on my tongue and fingers.
“Tobias, hello. Are you still there?”
“Shit, yeah, sorry. It’s been a busy day at work,” I lie. Okay, yeah, it was busy, but that’s not what has my focus right now. I walked away from Bow, her sweet, wet cunt primed and ready to take me.
Fuck me, I need a cold shower.
“How is New York?” Investment banking may not be the most exciting career, but it offers many opportunities that have grown over time.
“It’s good. Busy, busy, you know how it is. Shit, man, I need to go, but keep an eye on Bow for me, okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, you know you never even have to ask,” I say honestly.
“Thanks, Tobs, you’re the best. Catch you later.”
“Bye.”
“Later, man.”
I throw my phone onto the sofa, and it bounces off the cushion as I make my way to my bedroom and straight to my ensuite, stripping out of my clothes and turning on the shower.
Keeping the temperature on low, I step under the cool spray, leaning on my forearm against the cold tiles. The water rains down my back, but it’s barely enough to cool the burning inferno, my raging hard on begging for relief.
I fist my aching cock, the tip already wet with pre-cum. I lick my lips, savouring the remaining traces of her sweet cunt as I jerk myself off hard and fast.
Knowing she’s a floor below has me tightening my fist, because the way her pussy strangled my fingers, I know she would’ve been a tight fit. I imagine fucking her without restraint and speed up my ministrations.
I throw my head back and close my eyes as I imagine her on her knees, those luscious lips wrapped around my cock as I fuck her throat. My balls tighten in anticipation, pressure building in my lower back, the point of no return. My heart rate and breathing grow louder.
The tingling sensation increases in intensity as hot pleasure floods my senses. White specs of light cloud my vision as I come with a loud grunt, thick ropes of cum exploding over the shower tiles by my feet.
I stare as my cum disappears down the drain, but my release is only short-lived. The satisfaction that I felt less than a minute ago quickly subsides.
Because it wasn’t my hand I wanted to feel, but hers.
Fuck, Rainbow has always been an enigma, this untouchable ray of light. And now I’ve had the feel of her skin beneath my fingers and the taste of her sweet cunt on my tongue. I already know without a doubt that if I’m not careful, she’ll become my newest addiction.
I give myself a few minutes under the shower’s spray before I grab my shower gel, wash my hair and body, and rinse off.
Grabbing the towel, I dry off and wrap it around my waist, still sporting a semi-hard on. That fucker is going to become a real problem.
I pull on a pair of boxer briefs and workout shorts, then run the towel through my hair.
Snatching up the remote, I flip on the TV and drop onto the sofa with a humph. I flick through the channels, already knowing I won’t find anything appealing to keep myself entertained. Not when there is a perfectly good distraction one floor down.
A small part of me wonders if I should go back down and face Rainbow. To apologise for my behaviour, even though I am anything but sorry. The least I can do is see if she has dinner plans.
Tapping the remote against my temple, I groan in frustration.
It’s Friday night, of course, she’ll have dinner plans, unlike me.
Rainbow’s extroverted, happy-go-lucky, and enjoys being in other people’s company, whereas I don’t.
Well, that’s not true, entirely. It highly depends on the company in question.
I scrub my hand over my jaw, turn off the TV, and then push to my feet.
“Gym it is instead, then.”
I need to work off some of this built-up frustration. Truth be told, it’s taking everything in me not to go and see her now and in my current state. By the way her body reacted to mine, I’d spend the rest of the night fucking her senseless.