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Authors: Heather Leigh
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Glancing in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed and eyes a little hazy. Giggling to myself as I put my hair up in a messy bun and headed for the bathroom.
As I was walking down the hallway, Jeremy exited his bedroom, heading toward the bathroom. My eyes slowly traveled up his body. Jeremy was barefoot, a tattoo of a cross was on his right calf, and his black briefs hugged his muscular thighs. An aftershock went straight to my crotch. Clenching my inner walls, I continued my journey up over his very nicely sized package, to his deep v-cuts. Lord, my knees are going weak! I clenched my fists tightly. With a body like his, that should be a crime. Jeremy wore an intricate tattoo sleeve on his left arm, which curved up and over his muscular shoulder.
I watched his traps flex as I bit my bottom lip. His strong square chin was covered in a short, well-groomed goatee. I knew there laid a dimple so deep that I wanted to lick so badly. Finally my eyes met his gray ones, underneath his dark hair and lashes. There he was standing with a satisfied smirk on his face. Fucker. I avoided eye contact as we both were walking down the hallway from either ends, towards the bathroom.
“Nic.” He slowly licked his lips. Hearing him say my name did things to a girl. Things like, making me want to rip our clothing off and jump his bones.
“Jeremy.” I crossed my arms in front of me, covering my nearly exposed ta-tas that were probably visible through my burnout tank. His eyes dropped to my chest, lingering for a while, as if he had x-ray vision.
“My face is up here, you know?” His eyes shot up to mine, and he smiled. That damn smile was going to be the death of me, “By the way, thanks for the lovely wake up call. Real classy, Jer.”
“Anytime, sounds like you enjoyed yourself as well.” He chuckled, adjusting the band of his briefs. I swallowed hard, as my eyes dropped to where his hands were. The outline of his fading hard on was perfectly outlined in the tight material.
“Excuse me?” I tried to act dumb.
“You heard me. I heard you mewling as you were coming, all the way down here.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder towards his bedroom door.
“You must have heard that twat moaning beneath you.”
“Nah, I know your moans anywhere. Sounds like someone’s a little jealous.” He started to walk up to me, and I stood my fucking ground.
“You wish, buddy.” I pushed at his chest with my hand- God, his naked chest felt so good, firm and lickable. Jesus, focus, Nicole!
“Then prove it.” Jeremy tipped his chin towards me.
“Prove what?” I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Prove that you weren’t just getting your fingers wet.” Jeremy backed me up against the wall.
“And, how would I do that?” My head tipped up to keep eye contact.
“Show me your hands.”
“That wouldn’t prove shit. You won’t see anything, if I was even doing anything.” I tried to tuck my hands into my armpits, but Jeremy grabbed my right wrist.
“Oh no, not see. Smell.” He tightened his grip with the last word of his sentence, as if he could read my mind that I was going to attempt to pull away from him. I struggled against him, but he brought my fingers up to his nose, and inhaled. Jeremy’s eyes fell closed, savoring my scent.
“Let go.” I felt my cheeks burn as his eyelids flew back open and up to me. A smile spread across his handsome smug face.
“I fucking knew it.” His victorious smile made butterflies explode in my stomach. I batted at his bare chest, struggling to get my wrist free.
“Fuck off!” I hissed at him. Jeremy held my gaze and he pressed his thumb into my palm, opening my fist. He kept eye contact as he put my fingers in his mouth and tongued off my own juices. I was embarrassed, but oh-fucking-well now. My body was betraying me, feeling his talented tongue move over my fingers. My knees buckled, as I tried to shove him away. Jeremy caught my flying fist, and pulled me to him. I couldn’t tell
As I was walking down the hallway, Jeremy exited his bedroom, heading toward the bathroom. My eyes slowly traveled up his body. Jeremy was barefoot, a tattoo of a cross was on his right calf, and his black briefs hugged his muscular thighs. An aftershock went straight to my crotch. Clenching my inner walls, I continued my journey up over his very nicely sized package, to his deep v-cuts. Lord, my knees are going weak! I clenched my fists tightly. With a body like his, that should be a crime. Jeremy wore an intricate tattoo sleeve on his left arm, which curved up and over his muscular shoulder.
I watched his traps flex as I bit my bottom lip. His strong square chin was covered in a short, well-groomed goatee. I knew there laid a dimple so deep that I wanted to lick so badly. Finally my eyes met his gray ones, underneath his dark hair and lashes. There he was standing with a satisfied smirk on his face. Fucker. I avoided eye contact as we both were walking down the hallway from either ends, towards the bathroom.
“Nic.” He slowly licked his lips. Hearing him say my name did things to a girl. Things like, making me want to rip our clothing off and jump his bones.
“Jeremy.” I crossed my arms in front of me, covering my nearly exposed ta-tas that were probably visible through my burnout tank. His eyes dropped to my chest, lingering for a while, as if he had x-ray vision.
“My face is up here, you know?” His eyes shot up to mine, and he smiled. That damn smile was going to be the death of me, “By the way, thanks for the lovely wake up call. Real classy, Jer.”
“Anytime, sounds like you enjoyed yourself as well.” He chuckled, adjusting the band of his briefs. I swallowed hard, as my eyes dropped to where his hands were. The outline of his fading hard on was perfectly outlined in the tight material.
“Excuse me?” I tried to act dumb.
“You heard me. I heard you mewling as you were coming, all the way down here.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder towards his bedroom door.
“You must have heard that twat moaning beneath you.”
“Nah, I know your moans anywhere. Sounds like someone’s a little jealous.” He started to walk up to me, and I stood my fucking ground.
“You wish, buddy.” I pushed at his chest with my hand- God, his naked chest felt so good, firm and lickable. Jesus, focus, Nicole!
“Then prove it.” Jeremy tipped his chin towards me.
“Prove what?” I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Prove that you weren’t just getting your fingers wet.” Jeremy backed me up against the wall.
“And, how would I do that?” My head tipped up to keep eye contact.
“Show me your hands.”
“That wouldn’t prove shit. You won’t see anything, if I was even doing anything.” I tried to tuck my hands into my armpits, but Jeremy grabbed my right wrist.
“Oh no, not see. Smell.” He tightened his grip with the last word of his sentence, as if he could read my mind that I was going to attempt to pull away from him. I struggled against him, but he brought my fingers up to his nose, and inhaled. Jeremy’s eyes fell closed, savoring my scent.
“Let go.” I felt my cheeks burn as his eyelids flew back open and up to me. A smile spread across his handsome smug face.
“I fucking knew it.” His victorious smile made butterflies explode in my stomach. I batted at his bare chest, struggling to get my wrist free.
“Fuck off!” I hissed at him. Jeremy held my gaze and he pressed his thumb into my palm, opening my fist. He kept eye contact as he put my fingers in his mouth and tongued off my own juices. I was embarrassed, but oh-fucking-well now. My body was betraying me, feeling his talented tongue move over my fingers. My knees buckled, as I tried to shove him away. Jeremy caught my flying fist, and pulled me to him. I couldn’t tell
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