Page 30 of Five Summers

“Hey!” He shuffles along the couch, trapping me with his legs on either side of mine. With the coffee table acting as a barrier, there is no way for me to make an escape. “What’s going on?” He stares up at me with those mesmerizing eyes, the ones that seem to hold a universe of emotions.

Whenever I'm around him, I transform into a version of myself that I can't stand. I’m hooked on his every word and Idon’t know how to act around him. I know that my feelings for him are hopeless, as his touch sends shivers down my spine, but it means nothing to him.

Within a week, my behavior has experienced a total transformation. Though I longed for him before, it was so much easier when the unattainable boy never even knew I existed. Now he cannot be ignored; his presence at my house has become a regular occurrence, showing up multiple times. I find it difficult to adjust to the new dynamics because I'm constantly plagued by an irresistible yearning for something beyond what's in front of me.

When I don’t reply, he tugs on my arm, urging me to come nearer. With a firm yet gentle touch, his hands move to my hips, easing me onto his lap, and positioning me in a straddling position on his lower thighs.

"Do you regret giving me your dad's guitar?" His piercing dark brown eyes lock onto mine, searching for an answer.

“No.”

I'd rather not open up and share my vulnerabilities with him. I don't want him to know the turmoil he causes within me.

“What then?”

As I gaze at him, I can't help but notice his jawline, sharp and chiseled. But it's his intense gaze that locks me in place, unable to move. I wonder if the dynamics would change if I took on the perspective of someone else. What if I was thinner? Prettier. What if I was special? What if…

In response to my silence, he gently places his hand on my exposed thighs. The moment his touch makes contact, a tingle shoots through me, awakening every nerve in my body. A rush of heat spreads, igniting a fire within me. My mind wanders to the thought of his hands exploring under my skirt. I crave the intimate sensation of his fingers exploring my untouched pussy. How easy would it be for him to make me come? There's nopoint in considering such a notion because he has no interest in me that way, because of who I am. The outcast. The fat chick. Definitely not one of those super skinny girls that guys are into. Bitches like Jade and Savannah. I wonder what it would be like to be as bold as them. What if I shamelessly took what I desired from him, mirroring his actions from that night when he dared me to give him a blowjob? Whether or not I do it, the outcome will remain unchanged. Tomorrow, he’ll just continue to ignore me, anyway. That way, at least I get what I desire, just like he did from me. Let him experience the same treatment he has been dishing out.

"Is this what you're after?" I query, edging closer, and sinking into his lap. “You want me to act the way they do?” With a subtle movement, I roll my hips forward, feeling the unmistakable hardness of his cock against me.

"You're hard," I say, my eyes widening in disbelief. My voice barely escapes as a whisper.

“You’re grinding on my dick in a skirt. What did you expect?”

With a firm grip on my hips, he pulls me towards him, causing our bodies to grind again. This time, when I rub against him, he lets out a sexy groan. His tongue flicks out, leaving a glistening trail of moisture on his bottom lip. The sight of his dilated pupils sends a jolt of desire through my body. And holy fucking hell, I’m just as turned on as he is.

Our eyes remain locked in a heated stare as I grind against him, the tension building with each movement.

His cock presses against me, causing a delicious friction that makes him let out a low, guttural moan. With every movement, the friction ignites a pleasurable response in my body, causing it to pulsate with pleasure. His eyes filled with an undeniable hunger, spur me on.

Another moan of pleasure escapes his lips, leaving me breathless and longing for more. There's something about the way he reacts to me that fuels a sense of empowerment I can't fully grasp. For so long, I've wished for him to crave me as deeply as I crave him. Given that I can only have him for a short while, I am determined to make the most of every second. I will selfishly claim this pleasure as my own, just as he did with his.

His eyes reveal both desire and vulnerability, creating a compelling mix of emotions. In this moment, he lets his guard down, allowing me to see the person he truly is.

With a firm grip on my hips, he studies every inch of my face with intense curiosity. His lips hover tantalizingly close, tempting me to lean in and savor their velvety touch. The desire to kiss them overwhelms me, even though I know Xander has a strict no-kissing policy. To resist the temptation of tasting his mouth, I shut my eyes and tilt my head back, savoring the intense pleasure coursing through me. I’m close. So close. I can’t believe I’m getting myself off on Xander’s lap. But here I am, taking what I want. My body is craving for that release and I’m not stopping until I get it.

Chapter eleven

Xander

I’m as hard as a fucking steel pipe as she grinds on me. And in a fucking skirt. Face to face. Chest to chest, legs spread, and oh fuck. I've never seen anything hotter in my life.

It's mind-blowingly fantastic. I refuse to blink, terrified of losing out on any part of this experience. I need to see every second of her getting herself off on my cock. Normally I don’t care if a chick gets off or not, but watching her do this is so fucking hot. I need to know how she looks when she comes and the sounds she makes when doing so.

As she bites down on her bottom lip, a soft whimper escapes her, breaking the silence.

“You like that, Princess,” I ask, a hint of excitement and anticipation hidden within my words. “Open your eyes. Let me watch you because it's fucking hot seeing you enjoy my cock.”

My hand rises and I can’t resist tracing my fingers along her plump lips, reliving the intoxicating experience her mouth unleashed upon me a week ago.

Her eyes flutter open, and I'm drawn to the strong longing and desire in her gorgeous blue eyes. Holy shit, she's fucking hot, and I'm such a dumbass for never realizing it. This chick doesn't compare to those other dull, self-centered bitches I usually bang. They are nothing compared to her. They're all as fake as their phony orgasms.

She lets out a little moan and picks up the pace, grinding against me even harder. Even though she’s getting herself off, she is taking me right along with her. Her body instinctively arches to meet mine. She's practically begging for more, thrusting with all her might. As if she wants even more of me. I never give a shit about whether the girl comes. It's all about me getting off. But fuck me, I’m getting pleasure from just watching her, and I haven’t even got my dick in something warm. This girl is blowing my fucking mind, and I can’t wait to watch the second she shatters all over my cock.

“Rub that sweet pussy all over me,’ I add, my breath quivering with pleasure. “I want to watch you come, Princess. I want to see how beautiful you are when you let go.”

"I'm so close," she moans, her voice filled with desperation, as her breath hitches with every word.

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