Her eyes land on my guitar and she gives me a look, telling me she wants to hear me play it tonight. Then she backs out of my room and shuts the door behind her, leaving me alone in my thoughts.
I lay here for about an hour, lost in thought, before finally hopping in the shower and relieving myself. If it’s a fucked up thing to stroke your cock to thoughts of your best friend, then I guess I’m extremely fucked up, but I have found this is the only way to be around her like I am on a near constant basis.
Standing under the warm water I stroke myself, slow and hard, to thoughts of me fucking Tripp so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks. Fuck me. The things I would do to her if I had a chance . . .
Gripping the shower wall, I stroke my cock a few more times, letting myself imagine that my hand is her pussy, before letting my cum wash down the drain, along with any ideas that being with Tripp would be okay. That shit will never happen without messing everything up.
I look down at my dick, while catching my breath and letting my orgasm wash through me as I slap the wall. Damn, that was a lot of cum. At least my dick won’t be standing tall all fucking night now.
I guess we’ll just see how the night plays out. Hell, maybe if I’m lucky I’ll switch up Mel for Tripp. As shitty as that sounds, I want that so bad. The thought of her thighs squeezing me tight as I bury myself inside her has me getting hard again. I need to play it cool though. I have to. If I don’t it could fuck up everything.
I’M IN MY ROOM GETTING ready when I hear the shower turn on. The party starts in about fifteen minutes so Alex must be getting ready too.
Just out of curiosity, I walk over to the bathroom door and turn the handle. It moves, but I don’t push it open. It’s unlocked. That thought excites me, making me realize that he didn’t care enough to lock it, and knowing that I could walk in at any time and see him naked elevates my core temp a little. I just find that to be so damn hot.
That’s an open invitation . . . right?
I release the handle and suck in a small breath when I hear him moan out, followed by what sounds like his hand slapping against the shower wall.
Oh. My. God. That is the sexiest sound I have ever heard. That low, deep growl is all it takes to get me wet.
Collecting myself, I back away from the door and take a deep breath. My legs feel shaky. “Don’t do this right now, Tripp. Dammit, don’t do this.” Shaking it off, I go back to stand in front of the mirror one last time, questioning the way I look in my newest little dress.
Dresses are my thing. It doesn’t matter how many I own, I can never have enough. Plus, I love the way Alex looks at me every time he sees me in a new dress. His wandering eyes always cause my heart to flutter out of my chest. I just hope this little red dress is enough to get his attention.
I’m in the middle of turning around to check out my ass, when I hear the bathroom door open, followed by a whistle.
Please be naked. . . . What am I saying? Don’t be naked.
Cautiously, I turn my head toward the bathroom door, with my eyes squinted, to see Alex standing there in a towel. He looks so damn sexy that I feel as if all the air has been sucked from my lungs. My chest aches as I stare him up and down, watching as the water drips from his beautiful, tattooed body.
He checks me out with a smirk before whistling again. “Damn, Firecracker. That dress was made just for you.” He places his hand over the bulge in his towel and bites his bottom lip. “You look beautiful. Stop second-guessing yourself. I’ll see you downstairs in five.”
He turns around, pulling the towel away right before he closes the door behind him. My mouth drops open from the glimpse of his ass that I am left with. It’s so firm and perfect that all I can think about is biting it . . . and the way it flexed when he walked. Is it normal for an ass to look that good?
“I hate you sometimes,” I whisper.
“Who do you hate sometimes?”
I shake my head and look at my doorway to see Lucas standing there, dressed in a black shirt and a pair of gray shorts. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for my response.
“No one.” I walk over to him and plaster on my best smile, trying to pretend that I’m not still thinking about those sounds I heard coming from the shower. “I was talking to myself. Just second-guessing my outfit, I guess.”
Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses my shoulder and brushes my hair behind my ear. “Well, I would have loved to see you in a pair of short shorts and a tank top tonight, but this dress works too.”
I roll my eyes before pulling away from him and bumping him out of the way with my hip. “I didn’t feel like wearing shorts, Lucas. This dress makes me feel good. If I feel good, then I have a good time and enjoy myself. That’s all I want tonight.”
“Me too, baby,” he responds. “We’re going to have a lot of fun. Trust me.”
I start walking into the hallway, but feel his hand slide up my dress, slipping a finger inside of me. I stop right outside of my room and swallow. Closing my eyes, I begin imagining it were Alex.
“Holy shit, you are wet!” Wrapping his arm around my waist, he starts sliding his finger in and out, while moaning in my ear. “So damn wet. You’ve never been this wet before.”
Opening my eyes, I look over to see Alex leaning against the wall next to his door, with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes wander down to Lucas’ hand and then up to meet my eyes.
Out of instinct I push Lucas away and pull my dress down to cover my ass back up. My heart is pounding like crazy. “Holy shit, Alex. I didn’t know you were out here.”
Lucas doesn’t even seem to care that Alex just witnessed him fingering me. I bet he wouldn’t be too happy to find out that Alex is the real reason I was already wet and not because of him.
He sucks his finger into his mouth and smiles at Alex. “Hey, man. People are arriving and there’s some hot chick downstairs looking for you. I told her you were almost ready.”
I can see the aggravation on Alex’s face as he nods his head and walks past us. “Sure, man. Thanks.”
My heart continues to race as I watch Alex quickly descend the stairs to be with a random chick that will get the one thing I have wanted for as long as I can remember, but unlike her, I can’t have.
Clearing my throat, I tilt my head back as Lucas pushes me against the wall and kisses my neck. “Come on, Lucas,” I say stiffly. “People are waiting on us.” Not that I actually care. The truth is I don’t really want to fuck Lucas after seeing the look on Alex’s face. I have no idea what that look meant, but it was enough to make me want to forget it. He seemed bothered by our show.
Lucas spreads my legs open with his thigh, before running a hand up my leg and cupping my mound. “Shit, I’m so horny right now. Is it wrong that the thought of Alex watching me fuck you is turning me on? I might even like to watch him fuck you. Damn, baby.”
I feel a surge of heat shoot through me and can feel the wetness dripping through my bikini bottom now. The thought of Alex and fuck in the same sentence makes it hard to think straight.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “And do you think Alex would like that?” For some reason, I want to hear what he thinks about Alex. He’s been around us enough to know more than anyone.
“Are you kidding me?” He pushes me harder against the wall and kisses my neck again, lost in his lust to have me. “Alex probably fantasizes about fucking you every day . . . about sticking his dick into your tight little pussy.”