𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥, lived and breathed to torment her next door neighbor...
He was arrogant, egomaniacal, and strong headed.
But... 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦.
Growing up, the both were competitive. In school, on the field, at home. It was an ongoing...
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BLAIR MILLER
His hand snaked up my back, fingers intertwining around my neck.
I softly moaned, aching for more friction.
"Please." I let out.
I felt the air waver over my ass. I gasped, feeling his hand connect with my left cheek.
"Please what Miller? You have to use your words, baby that's how this works."
I swallowed harshly, attempting to get over my pride. "Please let me cum." I whined, his thrusts were all over the place.
It was on purpose.
"That's what you want? To cum?" He reached in between my legs, pinching my clit.
I whimpered. "Fuck!"
Tom stabilized his hands around my waist, bucking his hips into mine—
"B! Jesus Christ wake up!"
I gasped, my entire body suddenly aware of my surroundings. I placed my hand on my neck, looking around my room.
"What the fuck! You scared me!" I breathed slowly, trying to steady my heart rate.
"Why are you so sweaty?" Bill grimaced, eying my body up and down.
I got out of bed, still trying to adjust to everything. And that's when it hit.
I had a sex dream.
About Tom.
Oh god.
"I uhm, I was dreaming about something. I think." I smacked my dry mouth. I didn't know what time it was and I didn't know what the fuck my subconscious has me dreaming about.
"About what?"
I peered up to him. "Sex."
Bill slowly nodded. "Nice. Is Noah good in your dreams?"
Noah?
Oh, right.
"Yeah, he's amazing. Whatever." I pushed past him, making way to the bathroom.
It was dark outside.
My after school nap had turned into an all-day nap, that's fantastic.
