Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I grab my phone and wrap my towel around myself before heading downstairs. When I don’t see or hear anyone, I make my way through the kitchen and out the back door. Once outside, the night air chills my skin, and I shiver, hurrying to open the top of the Jacuzzi. I spread my towel out on the closed portion of the cover and hit shuffle on my playlist. I rarely ever listen to music on my phone, but headphones and hot tubs don’t mix. “Criminal” by Fiona Apple starts to play as I twist my hair up into a messy bun. I dip my toes into the blissfully hot water and slowly submerge the rest of my body.
I fiddle with the controls until the jets come on, then sit with my back to one of them, my head resting on the ledge. I close my eyes, singing along, as I feel my body start to loosen with each minute. I don’t know why or how it happens, but suddenly, Jesse pops into my mind uninvited. My subconscious and I don’t get along, because this seems to be her favorite pastime—torturing me with memories of the night I’d rather forget ever happened. I can almost feel him on my skin, feel his hips shifting between my legs before pressing against me.
I’m pathetic.
With the hot water on my sensitive skin, the jets vibrating against me, and thoughts of Jesse, I start to feel a familiar stir between my legs. My pulse quickens, and I squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache.
Hot tongue flicking against my nipples. Hazel eyes peering up at me.
Fuck it. It’s been too long since I’ve had any kind of release. Maybe if I give my body what it wants, it will stop reacting to Jesse like a bitch in heat.
My hand snakes down below the bubbles, finding the heat between my legs. I rub myself through the fabric of my bathing suit, slowly at first. I allow myself to imagine it’s Jesse touching me, my legs parting slightly. My hand moves faster, my breath coming in quick, short pants. Biting my lip, I feel my orgasm building. I hold my breath, waiting for it to wash over me…but then it slips just out of reach. Gone. Just like that.
“Ugh.” I let out a frustrated growl, slapping at the water.
“Need a hand?”
My eyes fly open to see Jesse standing in front of me as I jolt up, water splashing everywhere before I sink below the bubbles from the jets. The lingering arousal coursing through me is instantly replaced with dread, my stomach twisting and ears burning with embarrassment.
“What the hell! What are you doing here?” I shout, folding my arms over my chest.
“What am I doing here? Last I checked, this is my house.”
“Not anymore!” I reach behind me for my towel, but I come up empty. I spin around, knowing I left it right here.
“Looking for this?” Jesse taunts, dangling my towel from his fingers. Oh God. If he was out here long enough to snag my towel without me noticing… I can’t even finish that thought.
Calling on counterfeit confidence, I stand and step out of the hot tub, ignoring the light-headedness I feel, and march up to him. “Towel,” I demand, holding my hand out.
“Come get it.” When I get close, he pulls his hand back, forcing me to come closer. I step forward, my wet chest nearly touching his. I’m dripping on him, leaving a puddle at our feet, but he doesn’t back down, and neither do I. I reach for it, but he smirks, raising his arm above his head. I roll my eyes and press up onto my tiptoes. My chest rubs against his and his eyes lock onto where our bodies meet. I take the opportunity to jump up, finally jerking the towel from his grasp.
“I win.” I smile, quickly wrapping it around me, forcing myself to take unhurried steps as I walk away from him.
“I just wanted to see your tits bounce, so who’s the real winner here?”
I look over my shoulder to scowl at him.
“You played your role perfectly, though,” he praises.
* * *
THE MOMENT ALLISON’S OUT OF sight, I adjust my dick that strains against my pants. I knew she’d be here alone, so I couldn’t resist coming over to see my little plan come to fruition with my own eyes. But the boner gods were really smiling down on me, because I never thought I’d find her getting herself off. Half-naked. Wet. Fuck. I got the first good look at her body, because that night in the dark dorm? Didn’t even come close to doing her justice. Small, hourglass figure. Fat ass. Don’t even get me started on those tits.
After zero deliberation, I seek her out. I already spotted her stuff in my room when I got here, so I head for the stairs. So much for always having a place to come home to. But I’m not complaining. In fact, it makes this all a little sweeter, knowing she’s already in my bed. I take the steps two at a time, then push the cracked door of my bedroom open. Allison’s already dressed, another baggy shirt that falls mid-thigh. Bare legs. Her hair is still up high on her head, the still-wet baby hairs stuck to the skin of her neck.