Page 4 of The Boy Next Door
Chapter Two
Evan
“The Cupid Shuffle” blares through the speakers. I’ve heard that song so many times tonight I’m borderline ready to bang my head against the wall. Thankfully, it’s one o’clock, which means last call is in half an hour. Everyone inside is well over their limit, and I’m debating on calling it early...
Emma steps out from the back, carting a rack of clean glasses. That damn skirt is caught in the rack, showing too much thigh. She’s so busy concentrating on what she’s doing, she doesn’t even notice me staring at her exposed leg, or adjusting the soft-long I’ve developed from staring at it.
She moves behind me. The glasses clatter when she drops the rack on the counter.
Earlier tonight, like most nights, when we were opening, I made sure to stock the glasses on the bottom shelves. I’m surprised she hasn’t figured out that I do it on purpose yet. Maybe I’m a jerk but I love the little peep show I get when she puts the glasses away on that top shelf.
I give it a second before I turn around, catching her on her tiptoes, reaching. The skirt she’s wearing hikes up just enough that I can see the curve of her ass, and I immediately need to adjust my dick. Again.
Unlike the other guys, I didn’t need a stash ofPlayboysunder my bed in high school. I had a clear shot of Emma’s bedroom window, and to be honest, after years of imagining what her naked body must feel like, like Pavlov’s dog, my dick has been trained to get hard at the very sight of her.
She turns around and my gaze trails over her body, over those full lips I want to bite and nibble. There’s an unamused look on her face and her eyes are homed in on the tent I’m sporting.
“Really?”
I shrug. “You have a nice ass.”
With a roll of her eyes, she rounds the counter, and my eyes go right back to her ass. “Seriously, Em, when did you get such a great ass?”She’s always had a great ass...
“You have issues.” She grabs a tube of lip gloss from beside the register and makes a show of slowly slicking her lips with it.Those lips would look perfect wrapped around my cock, with Emma’s blue eyes staring up at me.
When she’s done using the lip gloss as a cock tease, she tosses it on the counter. Of course it rolls off, right to the floor. And what does Emma do? Bends the fuck over to pick it up. In that short skirt.
Fuck.
That’s it. My dick has never been this hard in my life. It feels like it’s going to split open. I try to adjust it so it’s not obvious, but there is no way in hell I can make it through the rest of the night, with her in that damn skirt, without doing something about this.
There’s only a handful of people in the bar. She can manage the front for five minutes. “Hey, Em. I gotta go get something,” I say, on my way to the back.
“I don’t need to know your every move.”
I flip her the bird before disappearing into the supply room.
The door closes behind me. I lock it and flip the light.
My dick throbs, begging for relief. I glance around at the metal racks filled with cans of beer and toiletries while quickly undoing my fly. This is what she does to me, works me up to the point that I have to lock myself in a closet to beat one out. And she has no idea.
With a sigh, I pull my cock out. Just touching it when it’s this damn hard provides a little relief. I lean against the door, gripping it while thinking about Emma. About her ass, her lips. About how it would feel to bury myself balls deep inside her while her thighs wrapped around my hips.
Tight and wet and all mine. I hiss a breath at the thought. God, I would ruin her if she’d let me.
A bead of precum rolls from the tip as I work my hand up and down, pretending I’m fucking Emma’s pussy as I frantically chase an orgasm.
A small moan leaves my lips when the heat spreads through my stomach. Sweat beads on my forehead. My balls tighten and I use my free hand to grab them, rolling them between my fingers. My muscles tense and that heat explodes like a dormant volcano that’s been waiting ions to erupt.
“Fuck, Em.” I double over, groaning through the orgasm, my heart pounding. When the last bit of pleasure jerks through me, I collapse against the door, staring at the mess on the floor.
If that girl only knew what she did to me.
After I stuff my dick back in my pants, I grab a handful of paper towels and wipe up the mess I just made, then grab a package of toilet paper and go to restock the restrooms.
When I get back to the bar, Em lifts a curious brow. “What were you doing back there?”
Heat burns over the back of my neck.Beating one out to the thought of you.“There was a rat in the supply closet,” I say.
