Chapter 13
I glance down at the phone in my hand.
Keeland: I want to come over. To play…
I hope she knows that I’m not talking hopscotch.
My cock was already rock hard when I sent Sammie that text message, but when she told me to meet her at the window…Fuck! My poor dick is tenting the fabric of my sweatpants now.
I’m standing at the window and I have no idea what she has planned for me. For all I know, she could be scheming to pelt my window with eggs. But damn, it might be worth it, just to see that sexy pout on her lips.
The blinds rise slowly in the second floor window next door and Sammie comes into view. She’s wearing that same fluttery, white sundress with spaghetti-thin straps that reveals her graceful neck and pale arms. I imagine sliding my tongue down that neck and hearing her moan as I do it.
She gives me a wicked look that says it’s her turn to taunt me. She takes slow steps backwards, eyes fixed on mine and she sits in the large wicker chair directly across from the window.
The sensual way she’s moving causes a chill to run down my arms. I feel my heart pick up speed as she lifts one foot onto the seat of the chair and slowly trails her fingers from her ankle to her knee, her eyes on me the whole time.
Shit — this is her payback. She’s punishing me for the way I embarrassed her when I caught her peeking at me the other night. And she’s going to make me suffer.
Her fingers run from her knee to her pelvis before she slides her hand under the skirt of her flimsy dress. I swallow hard and move closer to the pane, hardly able to believe my eyes. Sammie’s tongue darts out and swipes her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering for a fraction of a second. I can barely see her hand moving under the fabric, but I can see her face quickly morphing from wicked and mean to soft and vulnerable. Her facade is melting away with each tiny stroke of her fingers.
The movement of her hand accelerates and her lips part. My breath fogs the window when I lean in, pressing my hands to the glass like an eager child. I can only imagine the sounds that she’s making. I wish I were right there to hear her, to smell her musk filling the room, to put my hand on hers and guide it in small, slow circles around her clit. Her head falls to the side and one strap slips off of her shoulder, revealing a small, perfectly round breast. She’s so lost in her movements now, it’s almost as if she’s forgotten that she has a spectator.
She fondles each breast in turn as she continues to stroke herself becoming looser and freer by the second. Her brown hair falls into her eyes as she bows her head. Her hand moves erratically now. Her legs spread wider and she groans so loud that the sound carries out the closed window. Then, her hand moves in fast deep pumps, in and out of her. Faster and faster and faster. I don’t think it’s physically possible for my dick to get any harder than it is right now.
She shudders all over, her whole body tightening visibly. I watch her ride ride ride the wave, clinging to it desperately, trying not to let go.
And then she slackens against the chair, a contented smile touching her lips. My cock is a sledgehammer in my pants. I desperately want to be inside of her, beating at her walls. I’m about ready to spontaneously combust.
I watch her recuperate. Slowly, she comes back to herself, sitting upright in the chair and brushing her damp hair away from her face. She looks at me and grins wide and sinister. Then, she slips her fingers into her mouth one by one, licking them clean.
This girl is trying to kill me.
She bends forward, reaching for her phone on the bed in front of her. She taps quickly at the screen and a second later, I hear my phone ding.
Sammie: I’m not so ‘proper’ now huh, Keeland?
When I glance back at the window, she smirks at me right before she yanks the blinds shut. The self-satisfied expression on her face is burned into my memory as I sink onto my mattress, still drowning in shock and lust. I shove my hand into the waistband of my pants to calm my raging boner.
Sammie Trotten looks like an angel in that girlish white dress, with her big doe eyes and full red lips, but only a minx would tease me the way she just did. And when I get my hands on her, I plan to sin all over that tight little body.