“It's fine. I'm not here for them, remember?”
That gets me a smile. “You hungry?”
“I can always eat.”
Sia pulls out some leftovers from the fridge and heats them up for us. We spend the next hour sitting in the kitchen eating and talking. She tells me about what it was like going to a Catholic school and how her parents always made sure her schedule was filled. School, violin lessons, ballet, volunteering at the hospital, not one second was left for her.
It's amazing to me that she was able to meet Jenna in the middle of all that and actually stay friends. But I guess birds of the same feather flock together. Two crazy rich girls, mingling in the same crowd were bound to cross paths.
So, where do I fit in?
How am I even sitting here with her?
“All right, we should probably head to bed. We’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
“Do your parents know I'm coming?”
“Nope,” she says with a grin as we walk to our rooms. “And I don't care. At least with you there it'll be enjoyable. I might actually have a good time for once.” Stopping at her door, she peers up at me with so much spark in her eyes. She doesn't want to just go to bed. She wants more of me. “So, I'll see you in the morning, I guess.”
“You can see more of me right now.” A sexy smirk spreads across my face as I bounce my brows.
“Shh,” she says, hushing me as her eyes brighten. “We can't, not here. But we'll make plenty of time for that.” She whispers softly as she looks around to make sure no one else is listening. “Good night, Mark.” Opening her door, she seals herself inside.
Laying in my bed, I don't get much sleep at all. The bed is comfortable, the room a perfect temperature of sixty-eight degrees, the floor heated to a balmy seventy and warm beneath my feet.
The bedding is full of feathers and Persian cotton that feels cool against my skin. The mattress absorbs my body, forming to my back and shoulders as I stare blankly up at the ceiling.
I should be able to fall asleep like a baby in a place like this, but I can't. There's so much noise, so much light pollution, and all this lavish stuff just makes me realize how much I don't belong here.
And to top it all off, knowing that Sia is only a few doors away, alone in her bed, and so very vulnerable, is driving me insane. I want to sneak inside her room. I want to slip under her covers and touch her all over.
My hand moves to my cock. I'm already hard just picturing her waiting for me in her bed. I know she wants to respect her parents’ home and their rules, and I won't break that trust either, but I also know she wants me too.
Closing my eyes, I imagine her laying there, her legs rubbing back and forth, her hands running up and down her sides, caressing, touching, exploring seductively as she waits for me to take over.
To be the one touching. To be the one exploring with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. Her nipples hard, her chest picking up in speed as she starts to breathe heavily from desire.
I can see it all in my head. Vivid and real, she's so close I can smell her, and yet, I can't reach her. We're miles apart.
My hand starts to move, stroking up and down slowly. My imagination keeps rolling, driving my hand to move faster and squeeze harder.
I can taste her nipples in my mouth as I suck and nibble each one. I can feel her beneath me as I slip her nightgown up over her stomach, exposing her beautiful pussy in all its wet, glistening glory. Inhaling, her scent fills my nose, and her flavor soaks my lips. Even in my mind she's real and unforgettable.
Licking my lips, my hand works my length. Slamming my hand down to the base, I drive it back up, clenching tight around my swollen tip. Faster and faster I jerk my dick until my balls draw up high and my muscles turn rigid.
With one last pump, I blow hot cum all over my hand and stomach. I'm breathing hard as I blink my eyes open. A horn from the street below rattles me out of my orgasm haze. Pushing up, I grab a tissue off the nightstand and wipe myself off.
Relaxing back into the covers, my eyes grow heavy as my body tingles all over. I can't sleep like I do at home. It's a mix of dosing off and waking up wide eyed and confused because the world is constantly running here.
Horns replace the crickets outside my window. Bright billboards replace the stars in the sky. Running engines replace the buzz of mosquito wings on a hot summer night.