Wanting Winter(5)

His jaw ticks. “You think you are so it, but you’re not. You are one big cock tease.”

I pretend to yawn. “Yeah put me down. That’s how to get into my pants. I don’t think I'm all that; it's you who sees me as some game to win. Grow up, Josh.” I smile knowing he hates people calling him that.

“No wonder people call you the Ice Queen.” He sneers before walking away.

“Josh,” I call out and he turns. “Candice told me about your condition. It’s okay that you’ve got a small dick.”

His eyes go angry and people start laughing. I blow him a kiss before leaving with a satisfied bounce in my step.

The rest of the day goes by fast but unfortunately, I don’t get to see Mr. Mysterious again. Candice also doesn’t return my messages, although I know she will come around.

Driving home, I sing to Shakira ‘Whenever, Wherever’ at the top of my lungs, letting the day slip away.

I park in my usual spot, heading inside the apartment complex, heading to my floor. Once I'm through my door, I drop my bags on the floor going straight to the kitchen area to make myself a cup of tea.

Leaning back on my hands on the counter, I bite my lip thinking about the gorgeous guy. For the first time in ages, I'm excited about going to school tomorrow. Images of him fill my mind.

Still waiting for the kettle to boil, I walk past the spacious living room to my bedroom, and, opening my bedside table drawer I search through its contents until I find my bullet: my sex toy.

Lying on my bed, I lift my skirt up to take off my panties, spreading my legs open as I start to tease my clit with the vibrations. I close my eyes, imaging the guy watching me—him sitting across the room, his eyes fully staring at me as I please myself.

Moving the bullet around my clit, I can feel that ache getting higher and higher. I am so close and when my clit pulses with my orgasm, I lay there feeling sedated, not wanting to move.

This guy is really getting to me and I don’t even know him.

I clean my toy, putting it back in place, and grab a very hot shower before settling with my cup of tea on the couch. Putting on Vampire Diaries, I fawn over Damon Salvatore, trying to get rid of thoughts of the guy with no name.



I couldn’t wait to get to school this morning. I look at all my surroundings when walking around, but I don’t see him anywhere. The day is starting to turn into a downer. Patrick has been super nice to me and I feel bad that I have hardly listened to anything he has said, but I really wanted to have another glimpse of the one that is making me crazy.

At lunchtime, I head to the cafeteria and once again its full. Getting myself a drink in line, I get annoyed when I feel hands on my waist pulling me into a hard body, I turn my head seeing Joshua smiling down at me.

“Hello, beautiful.”

“I'm not in the mood for you today,” I say pulling away from him.

“Don’t be like that. I am sure I could turn your mood around; you just have so much tension built up.” He tries to rub my shoulders, but I turn around facing him.

“Don’t you ever give up? You and me,” I point to him, then me, “it’s never going to happen. Move on; get a life.” I sigh in relief when I get to the till and pay.

“I know it will happen; it’s only a matter of when.” He winks at me before heading to the jock table.

I roll my eyes, looking around the room, and giving up on finding a seat, I decide to head outside when I hear my name being called. I smile when I see the mysterious guy standing at a table indicating for me to join him. Walking over to him, I smile.

“We meet again,” I say.

He sits back down, his eyes not leaving mine. “Want to join me and my friend?”

I look at his friend with messy blonde hair and brown eyes who is gawping at me.

“I’d love to.” I take a seat.

“I heard you threaten to cut off a guy’s balls yesterday. Would you do it?” the friend asks me.

“I don’t like men who think they can feel you up without permission. Would you let a guy grope you?” I ask him.

“But I am a guy.”

“Doesn't matter. You wouldn’t like it, would you? It shouldn’t be okay just because I don’t have a dick. If I need to cut some balls off for some of these guys to take a hint, I would.” I look at the mysterious guy and his eyes are trained on me. “By the way what’s your name?”

He smiles at me. “Do you need to know my name?”

“Yes.” I lick my lips and his eyes go to my mouth. All I can think about is him kissing me again.

“What do I get if I give it you?” He smirks at me.

I roll my eyes. “I'm not in the mood to play games. All men do is play games.” I stand up, but he grabs hold of my wrists bringing me back down into my seat.

“Sit.”

I want to tell him to fuck off, but his eyes are piercing into mine. I sit. “Don’t tell me what to do,” I tell him.

“Why?”

“I don’t like being ordered around.” I don’t let men have power over me unless I give it to them. Men giving orders with no pleases or thank you irritates me. Well, outside of the bedroom anyway.

He leans in towards me. “But you listened to me. Do you like that I ordered you?” He moves in further. “If I told you to kiss me, would you?” I feel his breath on my lips. “Would you?” he asks again.