I switch our positions, propping her up on her knees and pushing her head down onto the bed. I don’t give her time to rest as I slam straight into her, pounding hard. I like how vocal she is. Love how she’s not afraid to cry out when she’s being fucked. I use her. Use her to fulfil my own needs. Use her to release this tension I’ve had since being with you earlier today. Visions of you have me emptying my load into her quickly. Not my finest or longest moment, but I’m not here to satisfy her, I’m here to satisfy me. I move slowly inside her a couple more times before pulling out.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Thank you,” she responds.
I get dressed again and say goodbye, exiting her house and getting into my car, driving off. It may seem cruel to use her like this. It’s just below leaving some note on her dresser as I leave. There are no ill thoughts toward me. The next time I message her, she’ll be up for it again. This is our arrangement. And it works.
Chapter Four
Ian
Why am I sitting here? Why am I parked outside of your house? The one you share with your housemate, Rose? Why can’t I leave well enough alone? Why is it that when I have sex with her, I can’t stop picturing you? And why isn’t she enough to sate these retched needs? From the shrouded darkness of my car, I watch as you move your way through the home. You have curtains, but for some reason, you refuse to use them at night. This aggravates me because once again, I find that you seem to hold no regard for your own security and safety.
I found myself mindlessly driving over here after leaving Jessica’s house. It wasn’t hard to locate where you live. All I needed to do was find a tagged post on social media that had the location tagged as well, and that was the end of that. Based on your social media behavior, I gathered that would be something you would do. You and your friends need to behave more responsibly. This is utterly unacceptable.
You’re not doing anything sexual, but the way your smile lights up your face and brightens up the kitchen has my dick twitching. You dance around as you flit from one area to the other, preparing dinner. I suspect your housemate isn’t home yet judging by the lack of a second person in the home and that your car is the only one in the driveway. I don’t know what you’re listening to, but I want to. I want to know what makes you so happy. I want to be the one that can paint that same expression on your face.
The song must have changed, because now your eyes are closed, and you sway from side to side as you mix potatoes in a bowl. You’re having mashed potatoes and steak tonight. My fingers tap on the steering wheel. An itch that was created when you put your hair up into a messy bun. I want to get a closer look at you. Be able to watch you and notice every inch of you, but I can’t, so I stay hidden. When you’re done mixing, you take a plastic spoon and serve it up, taking the steaks with tongs and placing them down on the plate as well. You stand back and admire your work, and your smile grows bigger with a proud and triumphant glint in your eyes.
My view of you is blocked by an oncoming car. They park next to yours and a jealous tingle moves through me at the thought of the newcomer being a male visitor and not your housemate. There was no male of interest on your social media accounts, however, I’ve already established that you’re not personable with your account. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see a feminine figure exit the vehicle and walk up the path to the front door. I don’t get to see her face clearly as she’s talking on the phone and hidden by the darkness of the night. She disappears into the home, and I return my attention back to you as you set the table for you and your housemate.
Your slender figure comes into view and I sit frozen in fear that you have seen me as you look in my direction. My pulse pounds loudly in my head and I wait the excruciating seconds that seem to last for a lifetime. Eventually, you draw the curtains, taking away my viewing pleasure. Sinking into my seat, I let out a groan.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss out in anger at myself. That was close, and even though I made certain that I wouldn’t be seen by parking in between the streetlights, you still never know. Leaving would be the best choice to make, but I can’t bring myself to do it. The pull you have on me
