WATCH

FREDDY

I turned sharply to the door, my body cold with a feeling I couldn't admit as fear.

But Lola had dived off my body, swift, like she had been waiting for this moment.

Then, she was at the door, but she didn't open it.

She locked it.

I watched her turn the lock intentionally, twice, the sound of the dead click jamming against my eardrum like dangerous music.

My expression had relaxed, but my body was still half off the bed like I was struggling to make a decision on what to feel.

The knock came again - louder, fiercer, threatening this time.

I looked at Lola who was still standing by the door, her back against the fine wood like she didn't trust the lock to do its job.

The knocking continued, repeatedly and patternless. I could hear a muffle, but I couldn't make out the message.

Lola's eyes were sharp and dangerous as they met mine.

"What are you doing?" I mouthed, my eyes searching her face for a response even before she opened her mouth to reply.

She lifted her body off the door and started walking towards me, her full br*asts bouncing heavy against her chest.

Damn! Those attention seekers!!

I tried to concentrate as she drew closer. 

"That was Eddy."

I kind of knew. I adjusted in my position, sitting up, but close enough to her body that her br*asts fell lights against my face.

"Why did you lock him out?" I think she expected that question with the way her eyes flickered like they had registered a cue.

"I want us to complete what we had started."

The firmness of her answer scared me.

"How long would this take? Won't he find out? What would you tell him?"

My concern wasn't for what Eddy would think if he saw us together, it was for what he would think of her as his wife.

It was about her, not even about me or Eddy.

"I could do that much," Lola muttered, pushing me back against the bed, her fingers working more hurriedly on my zipper.

I relaxed into the bed, whatever just happened could be handled later. For now, I had to give Lola what she wanted the most.

My hands moved slowly, from her waist until they were under the mass of her br*asts - it was warm, like comfort I could never really own.

I shut my eyes and traced my fingers to her n*pples. The feeling of them hardening against my touch was the next best to winning against Hardin, the bully from team Cambridge.

"Keep your eyes open. Watch me," Lola commanded, her voice low and breathy. 

I gagged at the feeling of knowing those words before now, of knowing how assertive Lola could be in bed, of not having ever imagined that a moment like this could ever happen again.

I watched her bury her nose against my stomach, taking a deep inhale. 

I dug my fingers through her hair, pushing her head more against my skin, my body stiffening to getting another taste of something that was long gone.

Suddenly, swiftly, she freed my waist from the satin material, and in a blink, had my cock plopped into her mouth.

Deep down my stomach, I could feel the intensity of how her lips, soft and determined, ringed around my skin like it would never let go.

I pulled on her gently, and a moan escaped her throat - helpless, shameless.

She pushed my entire length down and held it there for longer than I had expected, longer than the usual I knew. 

It could only mean one thing, something I dared not give myself hope on.

I shut my eyes tight, but flipped open almost immediately when I heard her voice again, in my head.

"Watch me."

I watched her slowly release me. My cock was dripping wet with c*m and saliva.

"F*ck!" I cussed out loud, grabbing her shoulders in silent apology.

She looked up at me and shook her head.

My breathing was heavy as I watched her eyes return to the length in front of her.

My waist fired up, but I was too shameless to guide myself back into her mouth, so I reached for a hand job.

I had barely touched the hard length when she pushed my hand back gently.

"F*ck!" I cussed out again, unable to control how much my body craved hers.

The room suddenly felt colder, my vision hazy from not being fully able to stay in my reality anymore.

She had started to stroke me instead, and...

"F*ck, Lola! F*ck!" I yelled heavily, pressing my palms against my lips to keep myself from making any more sound.

She was stroking with both hands, from the base to the top, perfect pressure, her face inches away from my tip and her mouth drooling against my skin. It was wet and warm and unbearable.

I grabbed her shoulders, my fingers pushing into her skin cruelly - I didn't want her to stop, but I couldn't bear it anymore.

I didn't realize I had my eyes shut until I felt a weight go off my body, the cold air that attacked my skin afterwards causing me to look.

Lola's eyes were still focused on my groin, her cheeks were slightly flushed and I could tell she couldn't wait to do whatever it was she wanted to do.

Lola could be crazy.

She had balanced on my waist again, the wetness of her v*lva sticky against the softness of my balls.

I was gripping her thighs now, my face hot with emotions.

She let her left hand slip off my length to my chest.

I watched her eyes come up to meet mine momentarily.

"Watch!" I read her lips move.

I nodded, a knot tightening around my neck.

I didn't trust myself to not make a noise.

"Fffffff*ck!" I groaned, regretting my entire decision two years ago - I should have fought harder to make her stay.

She thrust harder, deeper, her hole tightening against my skin like it belonged there, like it was all that mattered. 

I watched her throw her head back in silent moaning.

Then I wanted to turn her over, thrust in and out continuously, have s*x with her on her matrimonial bed, under Eddy's f*cking presence, but...

"Aaarghhh" I groaned, unable to keep my emotions together anymore.

I was no longer watching. I could not anymore. I grabbed the sheets beside me and pulled hard, forcing my body to stay steady.

My eyes were still shut tightly, when I felt something soft, wet and sloppy against my left ear.

She teased and sucked and blew, it made me go crazy.

"Watch!" her voice came again.