Chapter 2
Lexi
Ah, Ah, Ah………Yes, yes, Yes!!!!!!
Crap!!!! That is the third time today I have masturbated to visions of being taken by Sexson. I laugh to myself a second. I know his name is Saxson, but that man is walking sex on a stick, so I think Sexson is better. Plus, when I finally get a chance to call him that, I know it is going to annoy the shit out of him. Take that. Calling me a little girl.
The truth is, when I saw him get out of the car the day he moved in, I don’t know what possessed me other than trying to irritate my father and that walking robotic mama’s boy Jared. They both get up in arms when they see converse with another male. It took me a while to figure out why, but eventually I got it. Of course, neither of them knows that I know what is going on. I am choosing to play dumb, biding my time, saving my allowance and such until the perfect time to get out of here.
But when I made it over to his car and saw him immediately I knew I wanted him. If not enough evidence in that I almost instantly started acting like a brat, which I have discovered is my way of covering my real feelings. Then it was surely solidified by the fact that my panties started sticking to me the moment he opened his mouth. There is something incredibly Alpha about him. Just in the way he regarded me and maintained his composure was enough to tell me that I was not dealing with a little boy. No. Sexson is all man. Exactly the type of man I was saving myself for.
I know people assume I sleep around or something because I don’t walk around covered up like a nun taking vows. And I have a profane mouth sometimes so all of that automatically makes me a whore. Of course, none of them would say that out loud given my father owns more than half of every nightclub in Miami and business in this small town, but I hear the whispers and see the stares and it never bothered me until…now.
Knowing my own father is using my reputation is his advantage is a swift kick in the gut. But that’s ok. When he comes home and finds me gone, I will show him. The chink in my plan though is Saxson. I want him more than I wanted that Audi Q7 for my graduation present and trust me when I say…I wanted that car. I wanted it so much, I even accompanied my father to several of his business meetings and dressed like eye candy for the associates to oogle, just to get that truck. Yea. That much.
The past two weeks since our first encounter, I have seen him watching me. Through my bedroom window, out of his window when I am outside, and I can even see the anger simmering in him the days he is mowing the lawn and Jared comes to pick me up. He stops and stares clenching and unclenching his hands, with is neck muscles bulging out like he wants to beat Jared to a pulp just for touching me. But he has done nothing, and I don’t’ know what else to do to taunt him into making a move besides showing up at his house completely naked. Which I am not above, because at this point I want him so much, my nipples bead of their own volition every time I think his name. My stomach spasms, my pussy clenches and my panties cease to exist just at the mere thought of him. I have found myself shopping for a dress and then suddenly I wonder what he would think of it and I have to masturbate right there in the changing room. One time I came so loud the changing room attendant was standing at the door beat red, with a boner of his own mouth gaped open like a guppy. Feeling no shame, I simply wiped my cum soaked finger across his cheek and under his nose giving him a mustache, grabbed my purse and said, don’t say I never gave you anything!!!
Dirty I know. But hey. It’s more than he gets probably… ever. So…
Now how to entice Sexson……