Page 25 of The Boy Next Door
Chapter Thirteen
Evan
Professor Mullens tosses an extra buck on the counter, and I thank him as I grab it and shove it in my pocket. Even though the bar is packed tonight and I should be on my toes, I’m distracted, constantly checking the time on my phone, because tonight’s Emma’s night off, and I know that she’s waiting for me in my bed. Thoughts of her spread legs, her wet pussy, her lips on my cock run through my head on a loop, which makes it hard to focus on anything but the way my dick is pressing against my zipper.
“Dude,” Joe, one of the bartenders, slaps me on the back, pointing across the bar at a gagging girl. “You gave that girl a shot of Jager instead of Fireball.” He laughs before slapping my back again. “Fucking amazing!”
“Sorry, I’m out of it, man.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” He grabs a glass from the counter and pours some whiskey in it, and I try to distract myself by straightening the bar caddy.
When I glance up, Winston’s crew is staggering toward the bar. They’re minus Winston, which is probably for the best. Any encounter I have with him won’t end well, not after the message he sent me telling me to go fuck myself when I told him Emma wasn’t going anywhere with him.
“Here come the dick weeds,” Joe says. “The wet T-shirt contest over at Willy Mack’s must be over.”
* * *
The night drags on. I mix drink after drink, wondering why in the hell it’s taking so long for last call to get here. About thirty minutes before closing, I make my way to the bathroom to take a piss. I walk in and swear under my breath. Both the urinals have overflowed and someone took a shit in one of them, so I go into a stall.
While I’m zipping my fly, the door creaks open and one of the frat daddies laughs. “Yeah man, Winston has some—awww, gross, someone took a shit in the urinal.”
“Probably Evan.” One of them chuckles. What dickfucks.
“Like I was saying, Winston may seem like a dumbass, but for him to rig that auction like that, he’s got some IT skills.”
“Dude, if I’d known he could rig that, I would have bid on CeeCee.”
“Right?”
I hear the distinct clap of a high five, followed by them pissing in the toilets. After they leave, I wash my hands, exit while seething. Of course that shit head would rig an auction to make sure he got Emma. He knew there was no way in hell she’d give him the time of day otherwise. God, I’m going to kill him.
* * *
It’s completely dark when I open the door to my apartment. “Em?” I call out, tossing my keys on the kitchen counter on my way to the bedroom.
My dick lengthens at the sight of Emma on the bed in nothing but an In This Moment T-shirt that shows most of her tits. Nothing else. The way her dark hair falls over her shoulders is reminiscent of a spread from aPlayboy—but ten times better because she’s mine.
“Damn.” It’s all I can manage.
I’m out of my shirt and jeans by the time I reach the bed. She shoves me down, grabs the waist of my boxers, and tears them off. Grabbing my cock, she slowly licks over the tip.
I let her take me in her mouth for a second, then fist her hair, pulling her face to mine. “As good as this feels, I need to be inside you,” I say as I roll over and pin her underneath me.
I place my cock against her opening. Her nails dig into my back. “Evan. A condom.”
I quickly grab one from the nightstand and tear it open, placing it in her hand.
She looks at me, and bites at her lip.
“Put it on.”
She timidly places it over my head and rolls it down. The second she’s done, I’m right back between her legs. “Is this what you want, Emma?” I whisper, barely slipping the tip inside.
She moans.
“Tell me you want it.” I don’t budge, just hold myself an inch inside of her.
“Evan...” My name is laced in a plea and it makes my dick grow harder.
