Chapter 10
NERO
Are they serious?
Right in front of my salad?
Did they really have to do that on the fucking dining table?
I took a deep breath, abandoning my mission of retrieving my phone from where I left it there, hoping to god it wasn’t in the danger zone of their… sexcapade.
God forbid it was stuck in the splash zone.
I shouldn’t have taken a peek. I shouldn’t have when I could already hear Cosette’s pretty moans from the top of the stairs. Despite my better judgment, it was as if a tiny demon was on my shoulder, encouraging me to take a look.
Said demon made a good point that it wasn’t the first time I would see Cosette in a compromising position like that.
It was after final exams last semester when my mom, happy about how we did, invited her and Andy to dinner to celebrate because we ‘studied so well.’ Cosette had accidentally left her curtains open when I was changing into my pajamas, and I saw movement from the corner of my eye.
She and Siege were making out in her room until he basically threw her on the bed and started devouring her with his head between her thighs.
I couldn’t bring myself to watch any more after that.
I’m fairly certain C had no idea. I chose to keep the secret to myself, not wanting her to be uncomfortable or think I’m a perv.
Because even from across the street in my room, I had no urge to see if I could take a peek at her privates.
Not when her face was the only thing I could focus on as her lips parted with a moan while her back arched off the mattress.
I thought that was already bad, and I didn’t expect to see the two tag team her, buttnaked like a whole ass meal on the dining table.
The most messed up part? It wasn’t that I went down and stayed, waiting for her to come.
Nope.
It was the fact that I got harder than a fucking football helmet. And trust me, those things are built really fucking hard.
When the three… finished, I made my way up the stairs as fast and as quietly as I could, heading straight back to the bathroom.
I knew I needed a cold shower to wash away the lingering heat. It’s been so fucking long since I got laid, and I hated how I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to accept advances from the other girls in our school when they learned that Andy and I ended our relationship.
Why couldn’t I when almost everyone on my team does it?
It’s not like I still had the hots for Andy, so why the fuck couldn’t I when girls are squeezing their breasts between their arms in front of me in hopes of turning me on?
Almost ripping my clothes off of me, I stepped under the rainfall shower head, and yanked at the nozzle to turn it on. My cock was aching and hot, and I clenched my fists, trying so hard not to touch it.
What kind of best friend would I be for Cosette if I touch myself to the thought of her?
I bent forward, pressing my hands against the cold shower tiles and closing my eyes as the water started to soak my hair. The drops sent a shiver as they trailed freezing trails on my scalp, down my shoulders, and spine before finally falling down to the stone floor.
Don’t fucking do it, Nero.
Get C out of your goddamn perverted mind.
I was taking deep breaths, trying to will myself to calm down. To let the cold water soothe how so fucking turned on I am, but one minute, two minutes, and it’s like my ears were ringing at the memory of Cosette’s moans.
My jaw clenched, and I gasped for air, each breath a futile attempt to silence the growing need. Each second in the freezing water was torture, her desperate moans a deafening sound echoing in my head.
Fuck me.
I punched at the tiles with the side of my fists before I finally gave in, begrudgingly letting my hand ease up, my palm taking a hold of my dick.
Don’t think about Cosette.
Cosette’s sweet lips that always seem to smile for you.
Cosette’s warm mouth. Her wet tongue. Her fucking throat.
I said don’t think about her, douchebag. You’re fucking sick.
And yet as I fight with myself in my mind, my hand was moving, stroking my length with nothing but Cosette in my mind.
Until I was cursing myself again and again for thinking of her that way.
Until I was moving my hand so fucking fast, imagining it was her plump lips wrapped around me.
Until I was coming, groaning her name as I made a mess on her boyfriends’ guest bathroom walls.
My fucking best friend. My best friend, who I want to fucking feel against me. Plump curves and all.
“Cosette.”
“Jesus, C.”
My soul almost left my body when I got out of the bathroom, and there she was, the girl I had just masturbated to, standing by the bedroom door. When she caught sight of me, with just a towel wrapped around my waist, her eyes opened wide, and she immediately turned around to look at the wall.
“I’m sorry! I thought you just went number two,” she said, her voice so defensive as if she broke one of the ten commandments by catching me half-naked.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Do you need anything?” I asked, but I wonder if she’s just checking in on me to give herself peace and to make sure that I didn’t know what was going on downstairs.
Too late, baby. I’ve seen and heard, everything.
“I just wanted to give you your phone. You left it downstairs.” Her arm then stretched sideways, placing the little black rectangle down on the antique wooden dresser.
I nodded, and with my eyes, I stared intensely at the back of her head, as if I was mentally trying to force her to turn around and look at me. At that moment, I just had such an intense feeling of wanting her sight on me. In a way that she used to.
Like when Andy told me she thought that C had a puppy-love kind of crush on me.
I don’t know whether or not it was a lie. I still believe it was bullshit, but when I would catch C looking at me sometimes, it seemed true.
And now, all I wanted was for her to look at me like she did before, when the two Azuls downstairs weren’t in the picture.
“Thanks, C. Anything else?”
“Uh, no. That’s it. Bye,” she said in a hurry, the same manner she opened the door, still facing away from me, and got out like she would end in danger if she didn’t leave in the next five seconds.
And maybe she would’ve been.
Because I was on the verge of breaking. I wanted to make her face me, asking if she really ever had a crush on me. Whether she ever felt attracted to me. Maybe then, I can have her to myself, and she’ll be willing to leave her two fucking boyfriends.
Boyfriends who don’t deserve her when I’ve been with her for much longer.