Sext Buddy

Chapter 10

Alicia’s POV

We both sat side by side on the dining table and I suddenly couldn’t contain my thoughts. I suddenly wanted attention, all of his attention on me and I didn’t even need to ask the way I asked with Micheal but Jason was already giving me all that attention. I didn’t miss the way he glanced at me, thinking I didn’t notice or the way his legs would touch mine since we’re sitting close to each other. I was nervous, shaking and not because I wanted to bolt out of the room but because my hands were itching to touch him.

It didn’t help that we were both close to being half naked. He’s shirtless and in sweatpants, I’m wearing booty shorts and my college shirt. I see him staring at my thighs and I’m not even uncomfortable because I want him to, I love that he can’t stop looking at me, I love that I don’t need to do anything extra to have him gawking at every part of me. It makes me feel wanted, the complete opposite of what Micheal makes me feel.

The Mac-n-cheese was pleading to be eaten but I wanted to eat something else. Okay, ewww, that sounded so wrong. Would he cringe if he heard my thoughts? The sort of thoughts that I have about him. And those hands would be the death of me, do I have a hand fetish or something, the way people have foot fetish? Probably.

“Alicia…”

Fuck. I love how he calls my name. It makes me hot all over and sometimes the things that go through my head makes me want him even more and it’s not helpful that my v****a loves the attention we’re getting.

He’s so much taller even while we’re sitting down so I just turned around to look at him, a little nervous because we’re so close and both our legs and shoulders are slightly touching. One of his pretty hands, his fingers always adorned with rings gently pressed against the side of my neck and he leaned closer. I gasped quietly, barely audible and his face was so close, what’s he doing? It looked like he was observing my face. Oh s**t, do I look ugly right now?

“Did you cry?” His fresh breath fanned my face and it took me a few seconds to know he asked me a question. I stared into his eyes, those dark green orbs trying to absorb my damn soul and it was working. I nodded at his question and his thumb stroked the skin on my neck. It feels so good, so warm, so comforting, I don’t want him to stop.

“What made you cry? Did something happen?”

I shook my head and pulled away from his touch, immediately missing it. It’s not like I can tell him that my boyfriend makes me feel like a complete fool, makes me feel so unwanted just because I’m inexperienced and then goes on to make out with his ex-girlfriend. It makes my love life sound so sad. If I started explaining a lot of things to him, I’d probably embarrass myself, I wouldn’t know the things that’d leave my mouth because I’m so hurt but at least I wanted my mouth to be somewhere else and embarrassingly, it wanted to be wrapped around Jason’s c**k. My eyes constantly wandered off, stuck on his crotch area and then back to his hands holding on to his fork. I looked away, I didn’t know why I was suddenly feeling so hot, suddenly so needy like I’m attention deprived.

Was it because we both had a few amounts of clothes on? His hand landed on my thigh and I swear, I felt my oxygen get cut off briefly and he gently caressed my thigh, glancing at me briefly, “It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk about it….”

I zoned out from whatever he was saying, my eyes stuck on his lips, what do they taste like? Even though I was focused on his mouth moving as he spoke, I could still feel the jittery feeling his hands were making on my thighs. Will he say no to me the way Micheal does? If I tell him that I want something right now, would he give it to me? Would he let me follow him into his room? And maybe he could touch me, make me feel good, make me forget seeing Micheal with someone else. It really doesn’t f*****g make things easier when his hand on my thigh keeps rubbing, going up and down, just like that, in a smooth rhythm. It made my hole clench, I didn’t want to get wet and soak my shorts because I had no underwear on, it’d leave a wet patch in the middle and he’d be able to smell it, smell my arousal.

“Do you wanna come up to my room and watch something?”

Oh f**k yes! Thank God while I was zoned out, I didn’t miss that part. I nodded because I didn’t trust the words that’d leave my mouth if I opened it so I just got up when he did, and watched him grab both of our plates and headed to the kitchen. I stood there, unsure of what to do with myself. The feeling of having Jason ruin me was still there. He stepped out of the kitchen with a bottle of water and handed it to me, I didn’t really want it but he made a motion with his head towards the staircase and I took the hint. If I walk ahead of him, he’d stare at my butt and seriously, my ass cheeks are really peeking out of these shorts. He’d love the view anyways. I walked ahead of him, my heart pounding in my chest as we made our way to his room and he opened the door for me.

The nervousness wasn’t going down, it just couldn’t when I’m in his room, his scent hitting my nostrils and I’m so horny for him. I want him, so so bad right now that I’d purposely act drunk so I’d use the excuse of not being sober to throw myself at him. He grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. His room is cleaner than mine. There’s no trace of jock clothes on his bed or anyone else, he’s a twenty out of ten and my kitty is purring just for him. I say the grossest things to be honest.

He turned to me, standing so tall and so firm, my own Goliath. lol, what the f**k is wrong with me?.

“Wanna get on the bed?”

Oh my goodness, it’s a puddle in between my legs. When he says it like that, it’s like he wants to get down and dirty when I know he just wants me to get comfortable on the bed and watch whatever show he’s putting on. I don’t want this, I want something else. He’s smiling at me, he’s so beautiful and unbelievably sexy. Look at that tiny waist, at least we have something in common and his pecs, I wanna squeeze my face in between them and that gorgeous neck tattoo of thorns makes him look delicious, I wanna suck marks right there. He’s literally freaking art and I want him to be my personal canvas so I could paint on that gorgeous skin.

Let’s just stop with those horny thoughts and get in bed with him, to actually watch the movie and nothing else. If something else should happen, I’ll gladly embrace it. I gave him a small smile and got on top of his bed. I’d moan right now but I don’t want him to think about anything else but his bed is freaking comfy and soft and smells so nice, like him, like so manly and then a hint of lavender. I almost brought his sheets to my nose to sniff it, good heavens, what is actually wrong with me?

He climbed into the bed, scooting closer to me and his scent invaded my nostrils and I can’t even complain because I love it so much, he smells as good as he looks, as yummy as he looks, as gorgeous as he looks, as beautiful as he looks, as pretty as his mouth, his tongue, what can that mouth do-

“Alicia?”

Huh? It happened again, I zoned out while gawking at him. What did he ask me? Did he ask me something?