Page 36 of The Final Beat

If I’d slapped him I don’t think he’d have looked as shocked. Iwasshocked because I knew it was a lie. How could we not be, even if it was just sex?

Another lie.

“Whatever you want to think, Daisy.”

“And stop calling me fucking Daisy like we’re some sort of sweet couple.” I stood up, shoving my chair back. “We’re not and I’m going to bed.”

“Want me to leave my door open in case you have a bad dream?”

His damn stupid smile. He thought he was so clever and so funny. I didn’t answer but gave him the V with my fingers, hearing him chuckle. “Oh,” I said, pausing. “Here’s another one to go with it.” I gave him the bird with my other hand and then stormed off to my bedroom, determined to leave the next morning.

CHAPTER 17

JOEY

Lying in bed knowing that Destiny was next door did not help me sleep. As fucking annoying as she was, she was also very tempting.

I could hear her tossing and turning in the spare bedroom, mixed in with frustrated sighs. It wouldn’t take much more for me to throw back the duvet and go into her room. I also didn’t think it would take much for me to get her interested in having sex. If there was one thing that Destiny liked, it was sex. I’d heard her yelling out enough orgasms to know she liked sex with me.

The city lights twinkling through the open curtains were doing nothing to distract me from my houseguest. In fact, looking at the huge windows just made me think about having Destiny against them. The idea of her being pressed against the glass while I took her from behind or licked her from front to back made my dick hard as steel.

“Fuck,” I muttered as my balls began to ache.

I supposed I could have had a wank, but for some bizarre reason that felt wrong with Destiny in the next room. A bit like when I’d fingered Bridget Horne under a blanket while we sat watching Coronation Street with her mum and dad. Wrong.

Unlike the time I’d fingered Bridget Horne, I was not a fifteen year old boy who came in my pants just through feeling a wet fanny. I was a twenty-seven year old man who liked to thrust in and out of a woman, hard and fast. A man who got turned on by a tiny blonde who enjoyed riding me while I squeezed her tits. A man who loved it when the same tiny blonde used a dildo on herself while she sucked me off.

“Ah fucking hell.”

The pain of my hard on was getting too much. I had to get some release before my bollocks exploded.

“Destiny,” I yelled. “Are you awake?”

I waited, lifting my head from the pillow to listen for her reply. When silence rang around the apartment I groaned with annoyance. I was positive I’d heard her moving around a few minutes earlier. At least if she was asleep I wouldn’t feel so bad about throwing one out. Shoving my hand under the covers, I palmed my dick and began to pump. It was nothing like being inside Destiny, but it would have to do. My head went back as I began to feel the buzz spreading around my body and the pressure began to ease its way from my balls to the pit of my stomach. When I groaned it was louder than I expected but I was sure I could hear a gasp coming from the next room. My nostrils flared at the idea that Destiny could hear me wanking off over thoughts of her.

“Daisy, I know you’re awake,” I called. “Listening to me getting myself off just at the thought of you. Of what I’d like to do to you against this window.”

I held my breath and waited, the anticipation making my heart beat faster. If she answered me then I would know if she wanted me to go in there. Nothing. No sound. Yet I knew she was awake; I’d heard her gasp. I could hear the faint sound of her moving around in her bed.

“Fuck, this feels so good.” Pulling again, more pleasure flooded my veins. “Shit.”

Within seconds I knew she was there. Standing in the doorway, backlit. Watching me get myself off while thinking of her. I looked over at her, my eyes hooded, and my mouth parted on a moan. Destiny had a hand between her legs and stared at me as she lifted her t-shirt and showed me that she wasn’t wearing knickers.

“Make yourself come,” I said as I threw the duvet back to give her a better view. “Watch me and make yourself come.”

She remained silent but leaned back against the wall, just inside my room, and parted her legs. With my gaze pinned to her, I continued to grip my cock and pull it. I gripped it tight to the point it hurt, staring at Destiny as she pushed inside her pussy and pumped. As I cupped my balls, she scissored her fingers and drew them through her slick folds, each rub eliciting a soft moan from her pouty lips. Her other hand pushed her top up and she grabbed her perfectly pink, hard nipple and pinched it. The hand at her pussy sped up and her groans got deeper and louder. The sounds coming from her made my dick harder, something I hadn’t thought possible, and I tugged faster.

The feeling of Destiny watching me was like being on stage with thousands of fans calling my name. My ego swelled as a soft gasp came from my audience and when I looked over, her legs were shaking. Pumping faster I rushed to get to the end with her, concentrating on the electricity zapping through my body.

“God,” I groaned as my balls tightened and the waves of euphoria built.

“I’m going to come,” Destiny said, all breathless and loud.

“Not yet,” I ground out. “Fucking wait for me, Daisy.”

“Joey,” she cried. “No.”

“Yes.” I pulled again and then I felt it in the pit of my stomach. “Now, Daisy. Come now.”

---