Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(76)

My cock twitched at the thought of keeping her all to myself. Stop it.

Tsking, I walked towards the bathroom to wash off after my work out from the gym. I had to keep my mind busy, because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to leave Reese alone. She prances around in short-shorts with her toned little ass cheeks hanging out the bottom and her cropped tops. If it’s not booty shorts, it’s my tees that she prances around in. All long legs, and slender body as she pads around my apartment bare foot.

My cock restricts against my shorts. Rubbing my palm over myself to try and ease a little bit of the tension I was feeling. It was no use, it just turned me on even more.

The first few nights I used to sneak into her room, just to watch her. I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t have to touch her; I didn’t have to even talk to her. I just needed to be close to her to get my hit. She was like a fucking drug to me, constantly high when I am around her and as soon as she’s not near, the withdrawal kicks in. I am not a needy man, but fuck with Reese? I have never been needier in my life.

Pulling my top over my head as I walk into the bathroom, I scoff as I look around my bathroom. All little bits of Reese scattered around. She had her own bathroom, but of course she wanted to use mine. I was ninety-nine-point nine percent sure she done it to tease me.

I smirked at her little cream bath towel that had a light pink piping. She replaced my old, low pile bathmat with a fluffy bathmat. And being honest, I wasn’t mad about it. It felt like I was stepping out onto a cloud every time I left the shower. Her tampons sat on the side like a fucking trophy, she could have put them away but for some reason, they were on show. It didn’t bother me, kind of got used to seeing the little vagina plugs there.

Pulling my shorts down along with my jocks, I discarded them into the wash basket before stepping under the hot shower. The steam filling the room as I reached for the shower gel and lathered myself up. The fruity scent taking over my senses as I cleaned myself, her products were a lot better than mine. Rinsing the suds off, I reached for her shampoo quickly. Flipping the lid open, I bought it to my nose and inhaled it deeply. My whole body erupted in goosebumps at the familiar smell, it was like home to me now. It was my favourite smell in the whole wide world, it smelt good straight from the bottle… but my kryptonite was this scent on her. Intoxicating me, filling every sense of mine to the hilt.

She was no good for me.

I was no good for her.

But she was my kryptonite, and you can bet for sure that I was hers.

Squeezing a small amount of the creamy, thick liquid into my palm I rubbed it into my hair and massaged my scalp. I began humming, closing my eyes as Taylor Swift’s – Blank Space came into my mind. The lyrics swarmed me as I began singing a little louder as I broke into the chorus. Stepping under the shower, I dropped my head forward and let the rainforest shower cascade over me, the scent wafting round me. I groaned before breaking into song again.

Turning the shower off, I stepped back and reached for the large bath sheet and wrapped it around my waist. Turning, I continued whistling the tune. My eyes flicked open, a smile on my face when I saw her standing there. Messy bed hair, my oversized tee and her long, glorious, fucking legs. She had a playful smirk on her lips, her brows lifted high as her eyes stalked up and down over me.

“What a lovely voice you have…” she scoffed, sarcasm lacing her voice. “Never knew you were one of the Swiftie fan girls…” she giggled and fuck, the sound of her laugh filled the room and swarmed my heart.

“No one knows…” I winked, I felt a small blush creep onto my cheeks, but she would never know… the room was so hot and filled with steam that my skin would be slightly redder anyway.

“I’ll keep it our little secret,” she smirked, pretending the lock her lips and throw away the key.

I smirked, my eyes trailing up and down her body. I needed to walk out before I picked her up and took her back in the shower with me and fucked her.

As much as living with her is like a piece of heaven… it’s also like living in my own, personal hell.

Like a child in a sweet shop not being able to touch all the things I want.

It would happen… we were destined.

“I’ll go put the kettle on,” she said sweetly, her eyes glistening before she turned her back on me and walked out of the bathroom, shaking her hips side to side. She reached up, pulling her hair into a messy bun. The tee she was wearing rode up over her thighs and revealed her little ass cheek creases. I dipped my head, nibbling my bottom lip, I felt my cock harden again.

She was a cock tease, but I fucking loved it.

Once I knew she was out of sight, I slipped back into the shower and took care of myself.

It’s the only way I could get through each day with her living here. I was like a horny teenager all over again crushing over the girl that didn’t give me the time of day. Sure, my hand done the trick, but I would much rather be sinking my hard cock into her tight little cunt.

My head fell back as I groaned. Snapping my head forward I watched as I stroked myself. My hand pumping up and down slowly. Slamming my hand against the tiled wall, I felt the shiver cover my skin, my orgasm teetering before it crashed over me.

Cleaning myself up, I got dressed quickly and walked towards the kitchen to see my little brat.

Mine.





CHAPTER 32