All the lights are off in Brad’s room except for the bedside lamp. Hunched over on the bed, with his head in his hands, sits Brad. When he hears the door creak open, he raises his shaggy brown head to greet me. “Hey man,” he mutters, then drops his head back down.
I guess he was expecting me. A subtle chin jerk in his direction is all the greeting I can muster before my nostrils flare, disgusted with this whole encounter. “She in the bathroom?”
He nods, not bothering to look at me again. Farther into the room, I take in the relatively cleanish space. I envisioned something like a crack house—ripped sofa, no sheets on the mattress, you get the drift.
I don’t linger, moving quickly to what I assume to be the bathroom door and beat on it like I’m the SWAT team.
“Ans! Let’s go!”
She doesn’t answer immediately, which makes me uncomfortable. Did jerk-off do something to her? I’ve been to some terrible parties where girls were too drunk to give consent. Anniston didn’t sound drunk though…I’ll kill him. I beat on the door again, this time jiggling the handle.
“Open this damn door Ans, or I will break it down!” My voice sounds a bit panicked as I bang harder. I hear movement on the other side of the door, sending a burst of relief through my chest.
I lean closer, my ear to the crack, and catch her whisper, “Break it down. I dare you.” Goddamnit. This girl. A frustrated sigh escapes me as I try to keep calm.
In as even a tone as I can manage, I respond, “Open this fucking door, or I am going to leave you here. I’m in no mood for your games.”
Before I can say more, she throws open the door and snatches me inside. My back slams against the wall, nearly knocking the breath out of me. Anniston’s grip is tight, restraining me to the wall. She’s pretty strong for a girl. I could easily push her off, but I’ve stoked her flame with that phone call and she isn’t leaving without repayment. Brad didn’t give her what she needed so looks like it’s up to me. I’m gonna have to take one for the team. Not that I mind, I like playing her sick games.
“Are you threatening me, Teddy?” Her voice is eager with the thrill of what we’re about to do.
I cringe, hating that terrible nickname she gave me years ago. No one calls me Teddy but her. Anniston’s lips moisten in anticipation, tipping up at the corners, daring me to engage in our longstanding game. A few errant pieces of her long, golden hair fall loose from underneath one of my old baseball hats as she waits for my answer. The look gives her entirely too much sex appeal.
Here’s the thing about Anniston: She can hang with the boys in whatever we do. Sports? She can play them all. Drink? She can drink us under the table. Poker? Yep, great at that too. But no matter how much she can hang with the guys, she is one hundred percent woman. With her full breasts, C cups—yes, I fucking know how big they are—and with her lean body pressing up against me, I am reminded all too much why every dude in a fifty-mile radius pines for her attention.
She clears her throat and raises one eyebrow, those brilliant blue eyes contrasting against her naturally blushing cheeks. The side of my mouth cocks up in an arrogant smile. Freeing my hand from hers, I run it along the outside of her breast. “What if I am?”
Her tongue sneaks out, swiping her lips in a slow, seductive motion, knowing which buttons to push. My dick starts tingling. Please no, not in this disgusting bathroom.
“No. Not here,” I tell her sternly. Her lips purse for a moment.
“Yes. Here,” she counters, standing tall against my six-foot frame.
I pause, trying to come up with a plan to deescalate the situation but she doesn’t give me a second before she palms my crotch roughly, feeling for my erection.
Her cheek twitches, containing a knowing smile. “I know you want to. Silent Samantha didn’t do it for you, did she?”
I actually growl, unable to stop my dick from responding to her touch. Damn this girl.
She leans closer, and whispers in my ear. Her warm breath goes straight to my cock. “Come on, Teddy. You know you need it.” She unbuttons her frayed jean shorts and slides her hand into her underwear, careful to keep her eyes trained on me. “I need it, Theo. Please…” Her voice is a desperate plea as she begins to pleasure herself without me.
Seeing her on the cusp of begging is all I need to concede. We need this.
I stride forward, pushing her further into the room. Grasping her hips, I yank roughly at her shorts, freeing her pussy in one motion. She squeals in shock but quickly starts to undo my jeans. I walk her back to the bathroom counter and hoist her up. She grins at me like this is exactly what she wanted and I just played into her hands perfectly. Smiling back at her, I shake my head in amusement, aware that I gave in without much of a fight. Pissed that I’m such a pushover when it comes to this girl, I plunge in a finger without warning, eliciting the scream that I was dying to hear earlier. Oh, fuck me. This girl never loosens up.
It’s like trying to stick my dick in a roll of dimes. I pull back, searching her face for any signs of pain. When she pushes against my hand, encouraging me, I insert another finger, scissoring them out. She is dripping wet, obviously ready for me but she’s still too tight. Putting the tip in and coming wouldn’t help my reputation.
I reach up and palm her breast, pinching her pert little nipple through her shirt. Her head falls back as she gasps in pleasure. Powerful thighs tighten and pull me closer, locking us in a tight embrace.
“Put it in,” she begs.
“Not yet baby. You have to open up for me.”
She frowns but doesn’t argue. Chest to chest, she leans back enough to slide her hands under my shirt, caressing my abs.
“Play it,” she demands in a whisper.
And this is why I am a sucker for all things concerning her. I smile, watching myself in the mirror as I breathe my answer across the top of her ear. “Yes, ma’am.”
