Naughty Asshole (Dirty MC)

Teri didn’t mind that, but since everything went down with Dane, her future at the diner had always been a question to her.

Did they want her to stick around, or were they going to push her to one side to find someone with less drama?

She hadn’t told anyone, not even her sister, her feelings.

No one knew she’d been checking for jobs outside of Greater Falls.

With the shower finished, she turned off the water and made her way toward the bedroom. She paused outside of Damon’s room and was tempted to check on him, but dressed in only a towel, that wasn’t happening.

She quickly got to her room, dried the water from her body, rubbed the towel across her hair to get most of the wetness out so it was only slightly damp, and then ran a brush through her hair. Each time she caught a knot, she released a wince.

The risk of bumping into Damon was too high, so she threw her towel near the door, determined to get some sleep and to clean up her mess tomorrow. It was her turn to go pick up groceries for the apartment. Sliding beneath the covers, she kept her gaze on the door.

Would Damon come in?

Did he want her?

She couldn’t recall ever feeling this way about anyone, and it was driving her to distraction.

Was he naked?

“For goodness’ sake, Teri, you’re not some randy teenager.” She slapped her pillow and turned in the opposite direction so she was no longer facing the door.

Her body wasn’t quite so forgiving. She felt the ache within her pussy. The feeling of wanting Damon. She closed her eyes, attempting to ignore the arousal building.

It was no good.

The thought of Damon touching himself while thinking about her, it was … too much temptation.

She refused to go to him. They were friends, never to cross that mark.

Slowly, she slid a hand down her body, reaching between her thighs to cup her pussy. That one touch made her gasp, and she had no choice but to sink her teeth into her lip to try to contain herself.

The pleasure was intense.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly. Drawing it in again, she tried to think of anything else, but her thoughts kept veering back toward Damon, the thickness of his cock, the way he’d feel inside her.

She hadn’t put on any clothes, so sliding a finger between her slit was easy. Feeling how wet she was, it was so fucking wrong and right at the same time.

It had been a long time since she’d given herself any kind of pleasure.

Eyes closed, she thought about Damon. About him coming into the bedroom, catching her playing with herself. Would he like it or would he demand she stop and he’d take over?

She wanted to know what his tongue would feel like as it glided through her slit, stroking back and forth across her clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

Would he be hard as rock? Or would he need to give her pleasure before taking some for himself?

How would he feel in her mouth?

There were so many questions. She thought about him licking her pussy and then moving so his cock was above her. He’d settle his knees on either side of her head, and she’d wrap her fingers around his length, taking him deep.

Just the thought had a moan escaping her lips.

She continued her ministrations between her thighs, going back and forth, working her clit to the point of no return, all the while thinking about what she could do to him. Her imagination drove her wild, pushing her to thoughts of finally feeling him come, swallowing every single last drop as he brought her to orgasm.

Teri couldn’t take it anymore.

Her moan echoed around the room as she came, shaking with her need. Perspiration covered her body from playing with herself. She didn’t stop until she couldn’t stand a single stroke of her fingers, collapsing the instant she was done.

This was what her life had come down to.

Misery and masturbating about a man who was slightly drunk in the spare room.

The old Teri would have gone to his room, fucked him, and been done with it. She’d changed. Damon wasn’t some notch on her bedpost. She liked him. He made her happy and she wanted to be special to him.

How crazy was that? The club whore wanted to be special for one of its members. For all she knew, Damon had been given a blow by blow on what she could do in the bedroom. It would certainly teach her to think for a single moment that she was special in any way.

Tears filled her eyes. The euphoria of moments before was gone.

This shit with Dane had finally broken her, she knew that. There was a time she had thought she was in love with the man, but she’d been young, stupid, and Dane had been a selfish bastard. Back then, he had a way about him that made you think you were special.