To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five - J. S. Cooper Page 0,20
“How dare you tell my friends about Doug?”
“What did I tell them?” He tilted his head to the side and took a step towards me. “That he’s my brother, and he’s your ex-boyfriend.” He paused. “I didn’t say anything else to them. Did you?”
“Of course not,” I mumbled and then looked up into his face, which was suddenly closer to mine. “What are you doing? Why are you so close to me?”
“Am I close to you?” He leaned closer. “Am I closer now?”
“Jagger,” I mouthed breathlessly. His lips were now a mere couple of inches from mine. “You’re too close.”
“Is there such a thing as too close?” His lips moved even closer now. I knew that if I opened my mouth to say something, my lips would be brushing his and as much as I wanted that, I just couldn’t. “No response, my sweet Magnolia?”
“I’m not your sweet Magnolia.” I stepped back. “I’m going to bed.”
“Aww, in a hurry, huh?” He said with a knowing look as he stared at the box under my arm. “Going to try it out?”
“No, I’m not,” I lied. Of course I was going to try it out. As much as I hated to admit it, I was horny and drunk and curious to see what an 8-inch cock felt like, even if it were just a plastic one. At least it wouldn’t give me an STD or get me pregnant.
“Liar.” He laughed. “You totally want to ride Jagger Jr.”
“No, I do not.”
“Then come inside and have a chat with me. I’ll even make you some tea. You don’t need any more alcohol.”
“I don’t want any tea.”
“I have English breakfast tea with milk and sugar and some digestive biscuits.”
“You do?” My stomach rumbled. Jagger knew that I loved tea with biscuits; it was something I’d inherited from my English grandma.
“Yes, I do. Why don’t you come and have some with me? Unless you’re so horny that you can’t go another minute without my plastic dildo.”
“It’s not your plastic dildo.” I pushed past him into the apartment. “Fine, Number Five, make me my tea and biscuits.”
“Ooh, you’re awfully bossy, aren’t you?” He followed behind me. I heard him close the door behind him. “Now, if you’re really horny, Jagger Senior will let you ride him and then make you some tea afterwards.”
“Jagger!” I turned around to look at him, and I could see a huge grin on his face, though that wasn’t what had my heart racing. The grin wasn’t the only huge thing on his body and even though I wanted to look away, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at what appeared to be a very hard and very big cock. It should be illegal for men like Jagger to wear tight white briefs in front of women like me. I could feel my skin heating up and all his talk about riding was making me feel even hotter. “Tea, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he walked past me. “Follow me to the kitchen.” We walked down a short corridor and he pointed to a room on the right. “That’s my bedroom,” he said, and I blushed. So the wall I shared with him led to his bedroom, did it? Interesting. We continued walking to the left and he pointed out his bathroom before we entered his large living room.
“Wow,” I said, in awe. It had two sets of huge bay windows. He had a large down gray couch in front of one set of windows and two armchairs on the other side. There was a deep red Persian rug on the floor and a reclaimed wood coffee table smack in the middle of the rug, next to the couch. It was filled with papers and folders and an open beer bottle. Jagger kept walking to the left, where we entered a very small dining room. To the left of that was a small kitchen.
Jagger grabbed his kettle and filled it with water before plugging it in and pressing a button.
“Have a seat.” He nodded towards his small dining room table and chairs.
“I’d rather sit in the living room if you don’t mind.” My eyes were on the comfortable-looking chaise with a television on the wall opposite. “Can we turn the TV on?”
“You want to watch a movie?” He looked surprised. “I thought you wanted to run out of here as soon as possible.”
“I could watch a movie.” I suddenly felt shy. “Might as well, now that I’m here.”
“You always did love movies.”
“So did