armchair in the corner of my room, watching the whole fucking show.
Fuck. I just dropped my damn towel and strutted across my room then touched myself. Fuck my life.
What is his fucking problem?
“You’re thinking about me, aren’t you?” Colton murmurs, his voice dangerously low and tortured, almost as though he’s struggling to remain in the armchair. “My hands on your body, my hard cock pushing up in between those sweet legs.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I screech, climbing out of bed with the comforter heavily wrapped around me, getting more pissed by the second as I find him making himself even more comfortable. “Are you fucking insane? What kind of creep sits in the corner of a girl’s room in the dark while she’s in bed?”
His eyes blaze with lust and I watch as he raises his hand to find my phone between his fingers. “I came to give you this. Charlie dropped it off this afternoon but it’s not my fault you decided to get naked and put on a show.”
He spins the phone between his fingers and the backlight turns on, illuminating my room and showing off the hard column beneath his grey sweatpants, making my traitorous pussy clench with need.
I try to ignore the way his hard cock seems to be pointing right at me. “You’ve had that all afternoon?”
Colton shrugs a shoulder. “What can I say? I was waiting for the right time to give it to you, and it seems I found the perfect time.”
“Give me my phone.”
“Who’s Nic?”
My eyes widen as frustration pulses through me. “You went through my phone?”
“Who’s Nic, Jade? It sounds like he’s got a real fucking hard-on for you.”
My eyes drop down to the front of his sweatpants, not wanting to tell him a damn thing about my best friend. “He’s not the only one.”
Colton’s gaze drops to his dick before trailing his eyes back up to meet mine, only now they’re so much darker. Gone is the soft hazel, replaced with a seductive shade of forest green. His greedy stare promising more than he can offer me in words.
It’s a fucking trap, Ocean. Don’t fall for his games.
I hold my hand out, adjusting the comforter in my other so I don’t accidentally drop it and give the guy another peep show. “My phone please.”
“Why don’t you come over here and then maybe I'll give you what you need.”
His double meaning isn’t lost on me and I hate him more for it. He wants to play a game. I see it in his eyes, but just how much am I willing to lose if this goes badly? There’s no way in hell he’s just going to hand over my phone and walk away. I have to take what’s mine and considering how hard he got just watching me, it’s going to be like taking candy from a baby.
Letting out a breath, I go for it.
The comforter drops to the ground and I watch as his brows shoot up. He didn’t expect that. Victory shoots through me as I step out from the comforter at my feet. My eyes become hooded and I focus them heavily on his as I stride slowly across the room, swaying my hips and giving just the slightest bounce to my chest.
He swallows hard and adjusts himself in his pants.
Hook, line, and fucking sinker.
He can’t take his eyes off me. He might hate me just as I hate him, but there’s no denying that I’m under his skin. I’m an itch that he desperately wants to scratch, and that knowledge is going to be his downfall.
Reaching the armchair, I drop to my knees before him, still with my eyes locked on his. A low rumble sounds deep in his throat as I press myself between his knees. I slowly rise, brushing my body softly along his. I feel my nipple, brush along the fabric of his sweatpants only to feel his hard length beneath.
His fingers brush over my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My hand slides up his body and over his wide chest until it’s curved around the back of his neck. I hitch my knee up beside his hip and climb on until I’m straddled on his lap and can feel his cock pressed tightly against my clit.
I lean into him and close my eyes and his hand comes down on my waist then trails lower and grabs a handful of my ass. Why does that have to feel