Chapter 37 Her Boyfriend's Friend (3)

• I wandered back into the living room, my T-shirt still clinging to my tits, nipples poking through like they were pissed at the world. Jake and Tyler were already up, grabbing their stuff, the movie credits rolling on the TV. “Alright, babe,” Jake said, slinging his jacket over his shoulder, “we’re heading to Mike’s place—gonna play some video games, kick his ass at FIFA.” He barely looked at me, too busy digging for his keys. Tyler, though, caught my eye, his dark gaze flickering over me, and I hit him with the poutiest baby face I could muster—lips soft, eyes big, like I was already missing him. His jaw tightened, just for a second, before he looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets.
• “See ya, Nelly,” Tyler muttered, his voice low, and then they were out the door, Jake yelling something about shotgunning beers as it slammed shut. I locked it behind them, the click loud in the empty house, and leaned against it, a heavy sigh slipping out. Fuck, I felt bad—achy, restless, that wet heat still pulsing between my legs from what we’d started in the kitchen. Tyler’s huge cock, his moans, the way he’d sucked my tits—it was all stuck in my head, and now he was gone, leaving me high and dry.
• I shuffled to the couch, my pink shorts rubbing against me, making it worse. Screw it—I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and yanked them down, kicking them off so they landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. My pussy was bare now, slick and swollen, and I spread my legs, letting my fingers slide down to my clit. “Fuck you, Tyler,” I whispered to myself, half mad, half turned on as I started playing with it, rubbing slow circles at first. My red nails flashed as I worked, the little jolts of pleasure sparking up my spine, my other hand tugging my T-shirt up again so my tits bounced free. I was still so wet from him, my fingers slipping easy, and I bit my lip, wishing he’d stayed—wishing he was here to finish what he’d fucking started.