Page 70 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

I know, whoisshe?

“Fuuck.” The deep, throaty sound he makes drives me mad.

I start by guiding my fist down to the base of his shaft slowly and pause there. His groan makes me smile, but I don’t give in just yet, circling him tighter but not moving.

“I told myself we’d start slow, but if you’re going to be a fucking cocktease, I just might have to?—”

I don’t let him finish, sliding my hand back up and then down quickly. He shuts his mouth and groans again.

“Lacey,” he warns.

I blink at him innocently. “What? You don’t like it?”

With that, I resume my slow, torturous handjob until his jaw muscles are twitching.

“Do you want me to go faster?” I ask before leading my hand to my mouth and coating it in more saliva. His cock is next, and I feel it throb between my fingers as I drench his length in spit.

“You know what I want,” he says through gritted teeth.

I continue to work him until his fists are clenched so tight that his knuckles are white. He’s glaring at me as though he’s already concocting his revenge.

Someone doesn’t like being teased.

Not too long ago, I was in his position. Desperate for him to touch me. To make me come.

But then, TJ, being TJ, decided he wouldn’t touch me until I stopped seeing Aaron.

Doesn’t he know revenge is a dish best served cold?

Call me petty, but the look on his face when I drop to my knees in front of him brings me this sick, twisted sense of joy. But nothing compares to the rush of satisfaction surging in my chest when I bring my tongue to his cock and circle the head once.

He throws his head back against the wall with a low, “Fuck, baby,yes.”

That’s when I remove the safety pin of my metaphorical grenade and throw it right in his face.

Still gripping his cock, I pull back, glance up at him innocently, and say, “Remember that night in the locker room? When you were… touching me?”

He makes a guttural, deep sound at the reminder. “Fuck yeah, I remember.”

I lick my lips. “Good. Then you’ll understand this.”

On that note, I release his hard cock, rise to my feet, and turn around.

Pure shock gleams in his eyes as he watches me throw my bralette and dress back on. I have no idea where my panties are, and kneeling on the ground to look for them in the dark wouldtotallyruin the dramatic effect.

“Are you serious?” TJ asks, but his voice is calm, collected. Almost cold.

“Dead serious.” I tell him the exact same thing he told me that day in the locker room.

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. The small smile on his face says plenty. He’s pissed, of course, but he also looks slightly impressed.

I swing the creaky door to the shed open, and just as I’m about to leave him stranded with a boner, I cast a glance over my shoulder and say, “What can I say? Payback’s a bitch.”

What he says next sends shivers scattering down my spine. It sounds like a promise.

“That it is.”

TJ

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