Page 30 of Plaything

I nodded. “I got stuck with the six o’clock physics class,” I gave him a half smile. Six was way too early to do anything but sleep, but a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do.

They all looked taken back, looking at the clock on the stove in unison. It was past eleven, and I probably should have gone to sleep hours ago, but I couldn’t sleep anyway, so what was the point?

Aiden narrowed his eyes on me, pointing to the door. “Bed, now,” he ordered.

His stern voice sent shivers through me straight between my thighs. I put my hands up in surrender. “I’m going,” I smiled. I looked back at the three of them. “Goodnight,” I waved as I left the kitchen.

I walked upstairs, ready to turn my heated blanket on and let my restless mind finally rest. Just as I was about to open my door, I heard a sound.

No, not just any sound. It was a deep, sexy, muffled moan.

My eyes snapped to Dominic’s room, where the sound came from. I could barely hear him but was suddenly grateful for the paper-thin walls. I bit my lip, greedily listening to his soft groans.

I didn’t dare move, knowing the floor would creak if I moved any closer; then he’d know I was listening.

I wanted to do much more than just listen. I wanted to see him; I could picture his face twisted in pleasure, his intense eyes locked on me.

My body was on fire, a deep blush painted on my skin. I wanted to be the reason he made those sounds. I desperately wanted to touch him and for him to feel me.

His moans turned to quiet, quick breaths, and I widened my eyes, entranced by his sounds.

I should feel like a creep because this was crossing a boundary—I shouldn’t be listening to him. But I physically couldn’t turn away. My whole body had an addictive heartbeat that consumed me.

My hand absentmindedly inched closer to the area between my thighs, my pussy begging for any friction. Trapped in a secret fantasy of his hands on my skin, my eyes slowly closed as I touched myself through my leggings.

I gently rubbed my fingers in small circles, leaning against my door; the only thought in my mind was Dominic’s moans and my desperate need for release.

I didn’t exactly know what I was doing, but it felt good. I’d never felt the need to do this like I did now. At this moment, nothing else in the world matters except this.

Putting more pressure, I heard his breaths turn to deep moans again. My free hand flew up to my mouth, catching any noises that threatened to escape. My head gently fell back against the door as I felt a small knot in my lower torso, threatening to come undone.

My heart slammed in my chest as the wood floor creaked a few feet away from me. My hand quickly moved away from where I desperately wanted it to continue its movements. Opening my eyes, I saw Wyatt staring at me. There was so much hunger in his expression, it almost scared me.

Oh shit.

I blushed profusely, embarrassment flooding through every nerve in my body. My words caught in my throat, unable to even attempt to lie. What I was doing was very obvious.

Wyatt didn’t look as surprised as I was. His eyes seemed darker, his eyebrows dropped lower than usual, hooding his eyes. My room was far down the hall, and he was standing next to me. My heart skipped a beat as I realized he was watching me the entire time.

He stepped closer to me, his body dwarfing mine as he looked down at me. “Why’d you stop?” He whispered, his voice much different than his usual kind and easygoing one. “Finish.”

My chest was raising and falling rapidly between us, his hot breath fanning across my skin, igniting flames in my stomach. I gently shook my head, unable to even move, paralyzed with embarrassment.

“Hm,” his eyes fell down my body, watching my hand twitch at my side. He slowly looked back at me. “Can I touch you?” He asked, his fingertips gently running along my stomach.

Yes. Please.

I desperately wanted to say yes, craving his hands to replace my own. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I nodded, deciding to worry about the consequences later. For now, I wanted his hands on me.

His hand pushed my stomach, roughly pushing me against the door with a small thud. “Watching you fuck your hand was such a turn-on,” he admitted, keeping his voice low. His hand snaked lower, and he trailed a single finger down my slit, gently rubbing me from the outside of my leggings. I flinched at the shockwave that jolted through me. “So innocent, you don’t even know how to touch yourself properly,” he taunted with false sympathy.

I whimpered, returning my hand to my mouth to keep myself quiet. Aiden and Niko were still downstairs, and Dominic was only a room away. I wasn’t a fan of the paper-thin walls anymore. His fingers moved in a way that I didn’t know was possible. Compared to whatever I was doing, his touch was electric.

He leaned in closer to my face. “Look how wet your little pussy is. You’ve soaked right through your leggings,” he smirked, pressing down hard against my clit.

I made another sound, flinching so hard my leg kicked the door. Until now, I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way. My expectations of sex and men skyrocketed, all with Wyatt’s finger.

His eyes didn’t leave my face as he continued touching me. “Have you been neglecting your pussy, Odette?” He whispered. “I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re whimpering,” he teased.

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