Page 75 of Molly: Part One
“Okay.”
I lay my head back down and let him continue. After a couple of minutes I feel his hands come to a stop but rest on my lower back as he sits back on his heels and lets out a huge sigh.
I lift myself up slightly and turn my head to look at him. He has his eyes shut and his head tipped back towards the ceiling like he’s praying.
“Ry,” I whisper. This brings his head down and his eyes open making me gasp. His eyes are so dark they are almost black. Shit, no wonder he needed a moment.
After staring at me for a couple of seconds he moves to get off me. I shift slightly to my other side so I can see him. Because of the height I’m at on my bed the first thing I see is the huge bulge in his jeans. My mouth waters instantly, how easy would it be to reach out to him, he’s only stood a foot away from me. I raise my eyes until I meet his. I watch as he runs them over my half naked body once more before he announces he’s going for a shower.
“I’ve probably used all the hot water.”
“I won’t need any,” he says over his shoulder as he strides out of my room.
“Oh,” I say to my now empty room. “Shit.” I grab on to the sides of my pillow in an attempt to stop me from following him.
I eventually get up and grab a top before splashing my face with some cold water and putting my moisturiser on.
I lay back in bed staring up at the ceiling. I can’t help my mind wandering and picturing Ryan in the shower upstairs. The thought of his hot body with water running over it and him relieving himself of his obvious excitement has my hand heading south down my body. As expected I find myself soaking wet and it only takes me a matter of seconds to bring myself to orgasm with images of Ryan floating through my mind.
Ryan
I let the cold water run over me but it does very little to calm me down. The last hour has been both heaven and hell mixed into one. Having my hands all over Molly is something I have dreamt about for so long now but the reality of it was so much better than I ever could have imagined. Her skin is silky soft and perfect. I love every mole and freckle that I committed to memory during her massage. But having her laid half naked under me, so close yet so far away at the same time was pure torture. All I wanted to do was flip her over and kiss her as if my life depended on it.
I have missed her so much over the last few weeks and I know it is my own fault. I distanced myself from her after the night she stayed at Adam’s. I just couldn’t take watching her get close to him and their relationship develop. She is still seeing him but she hasn’t stayed out all night since. Every time I know she is going out with him I always end up going down to check on her to make sure she is safe. Sad, I know, but I can’t help it.
I’ve been seeing Holly regularly but only as friends. Neither of us is interested in anything happening. I’m sure Molly thinks we’re dating and I know I should have said something to correct her but I just can’t bring myself to do it when I know she is seeing Adam.
I take my painfully hard dick in my hand and start stroking it up and down. With thoughts of a half naked Molly under me and the noises she was making ringing in my ears it’s not long before I feel the familiar warming sensation in my lower back before my balls draw up to my body and my dick twitches in my hand as I cum into the shower. The relief is welcome but it only takes the edge off. What I really need is Molly. The need to go down to her is so strong but instead I dry myself off and crawl into bed. I drift off with thoughts of her hot little body in my mind.
“I was just going to come and wake you, I’ve made breakfast,” Molly says as I enter the living area the next morning. Fuck, I’m glad she didn’t. She would have caught me jerking off, again. Every time an image from last night pops into my head my dick is instantly hard and I can’t get rid of it.
I look over to where she is stood over the hob and take in what she is wearing. My life is a little easier now it’s colder. Gone are the little shorts and vest tops in favour of jeans, long sleeved t-shirts and jumpers. She still looks hot as fuck though. This morning she has on her baggy jeans and a white long sleeved t-shirt. It’s simple but sexy. Her curves are more toned since she has been going to the dance classes, making my hands itch to touch her again. I shove them in my pockets to stop them moving of their own accord.
“How are you feeling?”
“Great, only a little sore. You’ve got magic fingers.”
“You have no idea what I can do with these,” I say suggestively while pulling my hands back out and wiggling my fingers at her. I watch her cheeks redden before she turns her attention back to the breakfast.
We spend the day together like we used to. Last night might have been all kinds of painful but it seems we have had a breakthrough in our relationship and we are almost back to normal. When I say normal, I don’t mean pre Molly moving in platonic friends, I mean post Molly moving in, awkward and full of sexual tension and chemistry. Every time we touch, tingles shoot around my body, every time she is close and I smell her my dick twitches, every time I look at her I have an internal fight with myself not to reach out and touch her.
Next Saturday is Shane and Chris’ stag do, so we spend the day out shopping trying to decide what the hell we wear to a pimps and hos party. Normally I hate going shopping with women but today is a different story. Molly has been trying on teeny tiny slutty outfits. I tried to convince her she needed photographic evidence of each so she could make an informed decision but for some reason she didn’t want me taking photos on my phone. Every time she came out of the dressing room my dick got a little harder. She went through the entire range of outfits, schoolgirl, French maid, nurse, police officer, army woman. You name it she tried it on! I was in my fucking element.
I knew my favourite as soon as she came out in it but I refused to tell her what it was. She reckons she could tell by my reaction but is refusing to tell me which one she chose. She made me leave the shop before she bought it. I’m not sure if it will be a good thing or not if she gets the right one. Yes, she will look sexy as hell and I will enjoy it immensely but she’s going to the damn party with Adam so it won’t be me that gets to have his hands all over her. So maybe her picking one I liked slightly less, will be a little easier. Let’s be honest though, she looked incredible in each one. It’s going to be a torturous night no matter what she has picked.
After getting a lot of stick off of Molly for copping out, I decided to just wear my suit with a tank top under it. She did convince me to buy some ghastly chain to wear around my neck and some god awful shiny shoes. God, this party is going to suck, I’ve got to dress like a dick while she walks around like sex on legs.
Once we have everything we need we head to the supermarket. Molly insisted on cooking a meal for us so I’m just letting her get on with it while I push the trolley around behind her, trying not to just stare at her arse.
We have a really good night together chatting and laughing like we used to. It was almost like the last few weeks of awkwardness never happened. Molly talks about work and how busy they are. She tries to tell me about Jax and Abbi but I put my fingers in my ears and make her stop. I’m still not totally sure about Jax but I came to realise over the past few weeks that he is a really good guy and I think my problem with him is that I’m jealous of how much time he spends with Molly and how well they get on. If anything good can come out of him and my sister it’s that I know he isn’t after Molly, which was my initial concern about him. Molly only ever has good stuff to say about him so I think I just need to get over myself and be nice. I tell her all about school and the stupid things the kids have done, and a few stupid things I have done!
Once we’ve eaten we sit and watch a couple of films together. It doesn’t escape my notice that the whole evening Molly has tried to keep a bit of distance between us. She doesn’t come and sit next to me as we watch the film like we used to, whenever she needed something in the kitchen she wouldn’t lean around me and just grab it she would ask me to move or get it for her. I’m undecided on whether her keeping space between us is a good thing or not. But I guess she doesn’t want a repeat of last night. As the credits roll up on the second film Molly announces she is off to bed.
“I’ve got loads of marking to do tomorrow so you probably won’t see much of me,” I say, letting her know my plans.
“Okay, I’ve got Jax coming over to work on something anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.” She leans over and kisses my cheek.
“Goodnight gorgeous.” I don’t know where this comes from but I feel as shocked as Molly looks, if her wide eyes are anything to go by.
I wait for her to leave before tidying up then heading up to bed myself. I can’t help but look to the other half of my bed and wish that she were laid there, not downstairs on her own.
