𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟑

     "Why can't I come," I asked cross-armed and my brow furrowed. I know I sounded like a brat at that moment I didn't care though. It had been one too many times where I'd been left out of the loop. Jeff still visibly aroused looked at me with what would be a smirk if he had been able to produce one.

"Oh, I could make you come doll," He said hushedly.

I give him an annoyed look he knew what I had meant but had brushed it off.

"This meeting Jeff you asshole, why can't I come to the meeting" I whine practically.

His smirk slowly vanished, and he looked irritated.

"Listen you're actin' like I have any control over the situation, y/n stay here I'll tell you what I can when I come back."

"Fine, I'll stay here but...I won't be left in the dark forever especially when the topic of interest is clearly about me" I said scowling slightly as I put my clothes back on. The fun was over there would be no make-up sex, just idly waiting until I could leave the fucking room I had already been locked up in.

Jeff sighs and his shoulders relax, his attitude changes from one of irritation to one of understanding.

"Doll, there is nothin to be worried about...I'm putting you first...always even though you are a bitch who blue-balls me for fun" he said kissing my neck.

I couldn't help but chuckle. We shared a look of pure admiration just for a second before we whispered our goodbyes and he walked out the bedroom door. I plop down on our bed thinking of him....in every way, the way his hot breath felt on my neck before he left. The way he looked at me before EJ interrupted our conversation. My body felt warm like I needed to scratch an itch and knew exactly where. My face went pink just thinking about it. I looked to see if the door was locked, it was. There was no reason for me not...to...well...

I groaned and covered my face with a pillow, which smelled just like Jeff. Fuck. I run a hand through my hair and a discarded white hoodie in the corner of the bed catches my eye. Was I really about to stoop THIS low? Yes. I was.

          I snatch the hoodie and bring it to my face. His smell was the faint smell of blood, moss, and fire. It made me weak in the knees and wet between my thighs. I took another breath, the scent turned my cheeks pink. Fuck this is so embarrassing. I slowly run my fingers down my stomach and skirt. I stop at my underwear rub the fabric where the sweet spot was and shudder. I wasn't one to moan from touching myself but the thought of him fresh in my mind and his sweatshirt was the pushing point. I open my mouth and let out a quiet soft moan, as I run my fingers over the now-damp fabric of my underwear. 

I couldn't stop myself from slipping my fingers under the panties and rubbing directly on my clit. I gasped my hips bucking against my hand and my eyes closing. I whimper the feeling of pleasure overwhelming me. I think about the times when Jeff was on top of me whispering in my ear, thrusting into me. I craved his body and his presence more than ever at this moment. I felt my body begin to tense and a final wave of pleasure consumed my body. I finish, moaning slightly more loudly than I had liked to. The after-shock hit me like a fucking bus, I just got off to a sweatshirt that my boyfriend killed people in. I cover my face in shame and embarrassment. I look over at my phone and look at the clock it hadn't even been 7 minutes since Jeff left.

This was hell.