Holden
Tossing and turning, I attempt to get comfortable again, after being woken up by Big E fighting with his dick of an old man. I guess Ezra was supposed to have the day off to finish moving Conleigh in. Dude was in a jam so I offered to step in and help out. I even walked back to the bar to get my truck so I can do it. Thankfully, I keep a spare key in the glovebox. I don’t know what Conleigh did with my keys last night. I can get them back later.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this shit. It isn’t my problem, but I felt compelled to do something. I still think them moving in together is a mistake, but it isn’t my relationship. I like Conleigh and Ezra is my dude, but those two don’t belong together. They don’t have a damn thing in common other than the fact that they’ve been together so long they are afraid to call it quits. That’s my opinion anyway.
This moving in together was a last ditch effort to prolong the inevitable. But since I flaked on getting Conleigh a key made this week, (I might have liked her needing me to let her in and her name popping up on my phone) I give up on sleeping in and roll my sorry ass out of bed.
Making my way to the bathroom, I sigh in relief knowing I have the place to myself. Silence is golden. I drain my dick and shake it once before flushing. If you shake it more than once you’re playing with it.
My mind flashes to Conleigh playing with her socks last night and I get hard. I shake my head. “Nope. Not fucking going there, buddy!” I curse my dick and the bastard twitches to argue as I catch the sweet smell of her perfumed soap from her shower this morning.
I kick off my boxers and make my way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee to wake my ass up. I usually sleep naked, but with Conleigh living here, I am trying to be respectful. However, she isn’t here now so I can enjoy my freedom. While my coffee brews I kick back in my recliner and flip on the TV to watch the morning news and check the weather. My brain is fucking with me and keeps going back to a certain pair of tan legs in those damn socks.
My dick grows harder, and I stroke it as I look at the Channel Nine weather girl. She’s kind of hot for a nerd. I concentrate on her lips as she waves a hand across the map, talking about snow. I try to imagine her mouth on me. Her red lips wrapping around my cock but my mind betrays me, going back to my best friend’s girl.
Stroke.
Pump.
Fuck me.
I know it’s wrong but I’m too invested in getting off to stop now.
With my cock in my hand, I make my way down the hall, and I’m a sorry bastard. I open the door to their bedroom, seeing my prize on top of the hamper by the closet. Her socks. I grab the top one, feeling a bit crazed, but I’m so damn turned on, I can’t stop myself.
I cross the hall to my room and shut my door. With my legs spread on my bed, I wrap her soft cotton grey, striped sock around my cock, relishing in the feel of it against my heated skin, imagining it’s her touch.
So fucking wrong.
Stroke.
Pump.
Grunt.
A bead of sweat breaks across my forehead as I continue to jerk my cock. The fabric rubs and slides with every motion. Precum beads at the head of my cock.
Pump.
Stroke.
Squeeze.
Hiss.
Fuck yeah. I can see her in my head, licking her lips and batting her long lashes at me. Her fingers run up her leg, then slowly pull her sock up over her knee. Then she says my name. “Holden.”
“Yeah, baby. You want my cock in your pretty little mouth don’t you. You want to be my little slut and take my dick deep in your throat. You want to suck me until I cum all in your mouth, don’t you?”
Goddamn, I’m so close. I jerk faster.
Stroke
Pump.
Squeeze.
Fuck.
“Holden?” I hear my name; my fantasy almost seems to be coming to life.
“Yeah?”
Knock.
My eyes shoot open, landing on my doorknob.
I’m praying that I am imagining things.
Knock. “Hey, um…Holden, it’s me…Conleigh.”
Fuck! Did she hear me?
“I hope I’m not waking you. Holden? Are you there?”
Hell yes, sweetheart, I’m here.
I let out a growl.
“Holden…”
My name leaving her lips sends me over the edge and I explode, all over her sock.
“Just a minute,” I grunt out as my dick spasms, jetting my cum all over my hand.
I look down at the mess I made and it hits me, I just choked my chicken to thoughts of my best friend’s girl. And not only that, I stole her fucking sock to masturbate with. What in the hell is wrong with me?
“I’m running late and in a hurry. My Uber was a no show and I need you to give me a ride, please?”
“I’m coming!” I snap. No, I already did that. I shake my head, wad her abused sock up in my fist and shove it in the drawer of my nightstand. I hurry and pull my jeans from last night back on. I wipe my hand across my brow. Fuck. I just smeared my spunk on my forehead. This is a damn disaster. I grab my dirty shirt from my chair and make do, using it as a rag.
I do a check in the mirror. I appear normal. Sweaty but normal.
Opening my door, I lean against the frame, so she can’t fully see me. “Hey, what’s up?” My voice comes out in a breathless whisper.
She smiles at me. Then she licks her bottom lip. My cock jerks. Fucking jerks at the sight of her teasing that lip, wishing it were my dick she was caressing with that tongue. I’ve got a serious problem. It isn’t just now hitting me how damn attractive Ezra’s girl is, I’ve wanted Conleigh since I first laid my eyes on her. I shake my head. I gotta snap out of it. I just need a good lay, that’s all. I can’t keep having these fantasies about her. It’s been two years of this torture and now she is staying across the hall from me. I’m a dead man.
“I could really use a ride.”
“Yeah, sure.” Fuck yeah, I got something she can ride all day and all night.
“Oh, I forgot to give you your key back. I have Ezra’s, so I’ll get a copy made later today.”
“Thanks.” I snatch my keys from her hand and slam my door in her face.
Real smooth asshole.