Page 19 of Crave

I want to see Jake’s orgasm. I want to watch that thick, beautiful cock erupt.

His hand blurs on his shaft. Excitement gathers, tightening as I imagine him seeing me. Penetrating me. Fucking me.

Jesus, Ella, you’re beautiful. I’m gonna fuck you so hard…so deep…

This is it. We’re going to come together, his cock spurting while I cream my shorts over the hell-raising boy who’s all grown up.

Suddenly, he stops. He lets go of his dick, walks to the light switch, and plunges the room into darkness.

A piece of cardboard appears inside his window. Streetlights illuminate the thick black writing:

If you want more, come over and show me yours.

After a minute, it’s flipped to the other side:I’ll give you what he never did.

My heart beats fast.

That sign was pre-made. He’s planned all of this. He knows I’m watching, maybe even saw me. The fucking audacity, the nerve…

I jump up to pace my room, but I’m too shocked and excited to think straight. All I see is his insolent grip on his cock. All I feel is the insistent throb of my pussy.

I slip out of my parents’ dark house, careful to avoid the creaky boards in the hallway, and race across the grass. Dew coats the bare soles of my feet.

I’m just going to talk to him. To tell him this is “wildly inappropriate” and needs to stop.

When I round the corner, Jake’s waiting outside the gate to his backyard. His eyes spark, as if he weren’t sure whether his little game would bring results.

Pulling me into his backyard, onto his family’s patio, he catches my arms in his hands, holding me at a distance.

He’s wearing boxers, nothing else. The faint moonlight and shadows of the summer night play hide and seek with his lean torso and tattoo. His boxers mask his arousal, but it beats at me from every inch of his skin.

I know exactly how hard his cock is, pushing out the plaid cotton. How sweetly muscled his ass is.

“I guess it’s still pajama day.” My voice comes out husky. “I never changed.”

His gaze travels down my body.

My tank top is pulled down low because I reached inside to touch my breasts. It shows off the soft flesh of my cleavage. My nipples push out the thin fabric, begging to be sucked.

And the crotch of my tight shorts is pushed completely to one side, revealing the mound of my pussy barely covered by silky purple panties. A dark spot shows where my excitement has soaked through.

“Jake,” I begin.

“I see you’ve already gotten a start on showing me yours.” He flashes that ladykiller smile. “Nice, Ella. Very nice.”

“I’m just here to talk to you.” I try to summon a shred of authority, but I don’t convince even myself.

“Are you? Or are you here to take your shirt off?”

Silence mounts between us. A vein pulses in his forehead. His blue eyes flicker.

“If you’re just here to talk, tell me now. Tell me to let go of you and I will.”

“Your family—” I begin.

“Fast asleep.”

“You saw me?”

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