AIDAN
I walk out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist and sit on my bed.
I groan out loud.
I need a release or something. I had Taylor on my mind from the moment I went in the shower. I was sexually frustrated, and I know no woman could satisfy me right now, but only one, Taylor.
An image of Taylor comes into my head, which instantly makes my cock harden.
She was wearing those glasses, her hair in a messy bun, and that damn off-the-shoulder top with shorts.
I remember the day so well. It was the hottest day of the year, and we were roasting. We had the air con on and ate ice cream all day.
Taylor was sitting on the couch with a book in front of her, as she usually does, and she was breathtaking. I could tell she had no bra on; her nipples were hard and peeking through the material of the top.
My cock hardens again.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to stroke slowly as I thought of what I wanted to do to Taylor.
I stroke a little harder as I bite down on my lip as I think of her being on her knees in front of me with her mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry as I come into her mouth.
I can't help the groan as my cock twitches in my hand.
I need..
"FUCK," I groan out as I keep looking back at the image of her on her knees; my cock is throbbing with the need to be inside Taylor more than anything.
I couldn't help but moan out her name as I shot my come all over my waist and towel, "Taylor," which I hope was quiet enough, but I know if she were outside, she would have heard me.
I heard a door close outside.
I look up but think nothing of it.
I walked back into the bathroom to clean myself up.
I spray some cologne on and spray my pits. I walked over to my closet and I grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans and a t-shirt. I know we are having a few drinks in the house, but I don't want to leave.
I want to be in this house with Taylor.
After a few moments, the doorbell rang out.
I walked out of my room and headed to the front door, and opened it, and there was Chad with bags in each hand.
I groaned as I stepped aside and noticed they were full of spirit bottles.
"Dude, what did you do? Run sack the liquor store or something,"
I said as I closed the front door behind him.
Chad laughed. "No man," he said as we both walked towards the kitchen. Chad places the bags down on the floor and stares at me.
"I had some of these hanging around the house after the last house party I held," he says with a smirk. "You remember the one where I had the two..." he says, but the doorbell ringing out cuts him off.
I stared at him with confusion, but I walked past him. I opened the door and there stood Bea.
"Hey, handsome," she says as I step aside for Bea to walk in.
I smiled at her. "Hi, Bea," I said, but looked over my shoulder to see Chad, who was leaning on the doorframe.
He stares at Bea, but he looks her up and down.
Bea smirks. "Like what you see," she says to him as I turn around, but Bea's face turns serious. "How is our girl?" She says in a sad voice.
"I don't know," I said as I looked towards Taylor's room.
Bea clears her throat, which makes me look at her. She has a smirk on her face. "Well, I'm here now," she says and walks away, but as soon as she gets closer to Chad, she stops and looks between the both of us, "We will join in the living room for a drink," she says and smiles, "I'm going to make sure she is dress to impress, even if it is for you both."
She stares at me when she says the last sentence with a hint of a smirk.
Bea turns and walks away, and she walks straight to Taylor's room.
I turned to look at Chad, who hadn't taken his eyes away from where Bea couldn't help but smirk, "You okay there, loverboy?" I asked as I walked past him into the kitchen.
Chad groans. "Damn, that woman is fine," he says as he walks in with a smile on his face, "It looks like we are lucky tonight if they stay in the house."
I looked back at him. "What do you mean by that?" I asked with a frown.
Chad glances at me but doesn't say anything.
He starts to unpack the bottles of booze, placing them on the table.
You would have thought we were having a house party with the amount he had brought with him.
I watched him. "You going to answer me? What did you mean by that?" I asked him.
Chad stops and sighs. He grabs his phone from his pocket and scrolls through it till he finds out what he wants to show me.
He places the phone in front of me, and I can't help but stare at the photo.
It is the same photo of Michael with that woman. "Michael cheated on her, so what better way to get over a guy than get under one," he says with a smirk. "You got your chance, dude."
I have known Chad for five years, and he was the one who suggested that I move closer to him after all the crap I had going on with my father. I owe him that much that he helped me out and even found this place for me. But all I want to do right now is punch his face with my fist.
Chad lives with five other men. There was no room for me to stay, and the smell from that house was unreal. It would bring me close to tears if I even stepped one foot in there. He has to stay there for another six months before he can find another place, but he was hoping to move in here. But I didn't want him here, not with Taylor around.
She thinks me bringing a few women back was hard. Chad brings a different one back every weekend. He is a big-time player.
"Look," he says, which pulls me back from my thoughts. "I think we should see where the night leads us; I want a piece of Bea and what better way than to stay here with the lovely gorgeous women?"
I clenched my fists to the side of me. "You know you will meet your match sooner or later," I said.
Chad stares at me with a smirk foaming at the corner of his mouth, "Oh, I know I have," he says as he glances at the kitchen door and then back to me, "I never told you this, but Bea and I know each way back when, we used to have a thing, and if I remember rightly, I could never get enough of her."
"What happened then?" I asked him, slowly releasing my clenched fists.
Chad sighs, "I was young and stupid," he says, "Wrong timing, I guess."
He shrugs and grabs two beers from the table.
He hands me one.
I pull the top off and take a long swig.
I moved the bottle from my mouth and looked at him.
"Look, let's see where this night goes," he says. "You never know.
You may get to talk with Taylor; you can tell her how you feel or something."
Chad walks away, straight through the kitchen door.
Leaving me to my thoughts, I would love nothing more than to be with Taylor, but not as a one-night stand.
I know with her, one night won't be enough for me. I will want her more, as my feelings are that strong for her.
