The Last Thing She Wants (Chestnut Hills #1)

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theo

I stumbled into my apartment in a lust filled haze. Throwing the grocery bags on the counter, I paused a moment, leaning on the granite to catch my breath. When I heard her rambling on the elevator, the cacophony of emotions I felt was overwhelming. There was jealousy, anger, sympathy, and yearning. I wanted nothing more than to wrap her in warmth and promise to keep her safe.

That was my intention when I knocked on her door after she ran away and hid in her apartment. The confession I gave, I meant. If I hadn’t been clear enough before, I sure as hell was now. From now on, the decision to grant me permission to transition from being just in her orbit to fully entering her atmosphere rested solely with her.

I intended to leave it at that, but then I caught a glimpse of her smooth leg leading to black lace that barely covered her mound. A flash of jealously struck me, knowing she had worn that for someone else. Anger took over, knowing the dumb bastard had cast her aside. Who could ever deny such a dream? Ellie was a vision of sin in black, with her womanly curves and full pink lips .

Smearing her gloss was an impulse fueled by a desire to see what it would look like. Watching her lips as she talked, I envisioned what the gloss would look like coating my cock. It was that thought, and the thought of her full lips plumping from sucking me off, that caused my arousal.

From that moment, I was done in.

After what I just witnessed, I was sure there was no sight more beautiful than Ellie, flushed and raw; no sound more pleasing to my ears than the way she said my name between moans; and no delicacy more delicious than her femininity that coated my fingers.

I grew at the memory and unbuttoned my pants in a frenzy. Pushing down my boxers along with my jeans, they settled around my thighs. Gripping my member, a moan of relief slipped past my lips. I kept myself propped up with a hand on the same counter my forgotten groceries sat. Spitting in my hand, I began twisting and tugging up and down. I felt pressure build at the base of my spine almost immediately.

“Ellie,” the name spilled out of my mouth without control. Images of her finger between her folds, dipping into her center, automatically played on the back of my eyelids. The scent of her arousal as I kissed my way up her thighs flooded my senses. The speed of my hand quickened and my breath staggered.

Remembering where I was, I quickly grabbed a tissue from the box conveniently placed at the center of the island. The pressure at the base of my spine exploded and electricity coursed through me as the evidence from my self-pleasure filled the strategically placed tissue.

Cursing, I threw away the proof of my desire for Ellie, knowing that I was now even further sucked in than before.

Monday couldn’t come quick enough…unlike me, the four, alright five, times over the weekend. I was practically walking with a limp all day; one I thought others couldn’t see until a student asked me if this was what aging did to a guy. I wanted to respond that no, aging didn’t do this to me. A busty brunette with kindness in her eyes and laugh lines that showed she was living life just right, did. But I thought better of that.

Knocking on her apartment door at five thirty sharp, I was counting the seconds before she would open the door and I could see her again. Yes, I realized how ridiculous it sounded, but I’d been stripped of sanity the moment Ellie crashed into my life.

“Theo…hey,” she answered the door as if I was an acquaintance stopping by for the first time.

I decided to play her game and mimic her unsure tone. “Ellie…hi.” She squinted her eyes at that, surveying the exchange. I laughed, easing the tension in her shoulders. “You ready for the gym?” I hooked a thumb over my shoulder, pointing at the stairwell.

“Oh,” surprise coated her features, “I wasn’t sure if we were still going.”

“Of course we are.”

“Even after…” her voice trailed off, too shy to finish the sentence.

“After? Oh, that?” Chuckling, I pointed a finger to her living room and the couch where the transgressions occurred. “Yes, ‘even after’ that. Nothing has changed here, Ellie. I still want you in my life, and what I said is still true. I want to be more, but I’ll wait until you’re ready. That was just a preview. For now, I’ll happily take you as my gym partner.”

As I spoke nonchalantly, I could see the relief wash over her. Taking a moment to think, she nodded to herself.

“Alright, give me a few to change. ”

“Can I watch?” I asked, half-jokingly and half hopefully.

“No, you pervert, you can’t watch me change!” She exclaimed with mock shock, mischief twinkling in her eyes, knowing that her volume surely carried her voice into Mrs. Hudson’s next-door apartment.

“Oh, but you can masturbate in front of me?” I retorted just as loudly. With a loud gasp, Ellie grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me into her home and shutting the door quickly.

“Theo! You know Mrs. Hudson is just next door. Her and the speed walkers don’t need any more gossip fodder.”

I leaned in with a smirk and drawled. “Do you think she heard you scream my name as you came? If yes, then that surely has already made the rounds. If not, I’m sure she must’ve heard me moan yours when I made myself come to the memory of you. Either way, let them talk.”

In stunned silence, Ellie stood there. I clasped my hands behind my back to stop myself from touching her.

“Now, chop chop. We’re behind schedule and a new episode of Bake-Off is on tonight at seven.”

Retreating from her space, I took a seat on her couch, signaling to her all was unchanged between us. Aside from the masturbation confession, of course.