Her Secret Desires

Mr.Quarterback

Please be advised that this chapter contains mature contents. The following events relate to the evolution of the characters' romantic development. Enjoy

Nel's pov

West Paterson, Crestbourne High Star quarterback and a ladies' man, But to me, he was such a man w***e. Tall 6 '3 and muscles for days. Piercing blue eyes that promise trouble and dirty blonde short hair

with full luscious lips, with a panty dropping smile that gives you butterflies.

His carefree attitude was why he was so loved in school. West has always been the jokester of our little group, and he annoyed the mess out of me.

For some reason, he was always messing with me. Pulling my scrunchies out and putting them in his pocket. He never gave them back no matter how many times I begged.

I do not know what he does with them… I didn't care.. much. I just wanted them back! .. He probably gave them to his women after he fu***s them.

He never hid his steamy sessions. Making out and feeling up the flavor of the day

in front of us. Kil did the same but the man w***e award went to Mr. Man w***e himself West….

I caught him one time when we came over to his house to hang out after school. He was ‘finishing up’

upstairs.

I went up to borrow his mom’s charger like always. His parents' room was down the long hallway past West’s room. I heard his steamy sessions before. His partners would get really.. loud while they f**ked.

I had been over to his house a few times that week. Except this time, the door to his room was left cracked open. I planned on

walking by with my eyes on the stairs.

But my eyes unvoluntarily caught a glimpse into the creak.

I had never seen anything like that before. It was so… hot. There were clothes on the floor leading to his queen size bed. On it, grunting and moaning were sweaty, intertwined bodies.

Watching his broad shoulder flex. His large muscular form nestled between the girl’s legs. Spreading her legs wider, shoving himself deep inside her and at an unrelenting pace.

She screamed, moaning his name in pleasure. Their bodies glistened from sweat from their pleasurable motion. You can feel the hunger and desire in the air as he grunted.

He must have felt someone was there.

Searching the room, his blue hooded eyes finally locked on to mine, holding me in place.

As our eyes met, I felt my body get warm from watching him. My core was soaky wet, pleading with me to get the edge off. His unrelenting pace increased in desperation.

Parting my lips, my breathing picked up as I saw the hunger in his eyes increase. My

hand began to move on its own. His eyes followed the movement.

I felt my shirt get tighter. My n*****s turned into pebbles. My body felt so warm. I wondered how his body would feel on top of mine. Engulfing me with heat and pleasure. His lips on my body.

Slowly inching closer and closer to my aching honey pot. Instantly jumping as I heard someone call my name from downstairs, making me halt completely. That is when realization hit.

My face was red as a tomato from embarrassment, I shook my head and scurried away….. What the hell just happened?!

We never talked about that day ever again. I did see Silas that day intensely staring at me with his arm folded and an amused smirk on his annoying, handsome face. I doubt he knew what happened.

Right?