Tattooed On You

VIII: Feel Me

As T's body slumps against the mattress slowly, and while her walls still contract around my cock, the only thing I'm truly focused on is the blonde girl that disappeared into the dark hall moments ago.

And my whole body just wants one thing; get the fuck out of here -literally- and to her.

She's that damn magnet that my body can't resist. From the moment she walked into the kitchen, she's been an unknown, obsession, the need to irritate her and get her riled up exactly as heavy as the one to devour her.

I want her attention, the good or the bad kind. Crave it like you crave water at thirst. If we can't just talk like normal people, I want her mad at me. If she won't be mad at me, I want her desperate for me. If both won't happen, I at least want her to think about me.

I don't know what it is about her that gets me this tensed. Have no fucking clue. The moment those blue-grey eyes scanned my body when I met her, the need to bend her over the tabletop was there.

The guys had told me she was awesome after they'd met up with her the first time. And although I was skeptical given previous potential roommates, I believed them because I'd never heard them talk as positive about anyone.

But I could've never been prepared for this. Never in my life I've been this obsessed with someone for reasons I don't even understand. Obsessed with someone that I've only known for one bloody week.

I didn't fully register it until she bragged about fucking someone at work. Before that moment, I'd like to think there was some sort of boundary to her. She was forbidden goods. The roommate, potential friend, nothing more.

But when she told us about how she fucked someone at work, something snapped. It was jealousy, but also something else. Something that comes close to anger, but wasn't anywhere near the anger I'd felt my whole life.

And that anger only grew when I heard her moan earlier this evening. I don't know why I even went back upstairs in the first place, I guess it's another sign of how fucking obsessed I am with her.

But when I took the second stairs to her floor, I heard her do what she told me she would. I heard her moan; soft whimpers. Too soft for her to get fucked, so I assume he used his hands or mouth on her.

And it made me so fucking mad, for reasons I still can't fully register, that all I wanted to do was beat her to it. Let her know one way or another, that I was having just as much fun as she was having.

And like always, Tiana was there and willing. And I didn't care that I basically told her to fuck off just days before. And she didn't either. She was all too happy I told her to come up with me.

Everything worked out even better than I imagined. I planned to be loud in hopes Jo would hear us. It's why I'd left the door on a crack. But fuck, the fact that she watched was even better.

Strange, bloody weird, but erotic as hell. And Jesus, did her flushed cheeks, wide eyes, and pink, puffy lips spurred me on more than Tiana in whole ever could.

I want her. I want Jo so much, it's concerning considering the time we've actually spend together.

I want to fight with her. I want to ignore her so she'll know how much she annoys and frustrates me. I want to make her mad. I want to fuck her until she can't move anymore and I want to occupy her mind, day and night. And when I'm done with her, I want her crying over me.

Much like how she's been doing all those things -minus the fucking and crying- for the past week to me.

"Hero, you're hurting me." An annoyed, lazy sigh comes from the body underneath me, and it's only then that I realize my thoughts have consumed me once again.