The Girl Is Mine

It was probably the most frustrating and longest night I have experienced in my life before. She was there, three doors down, and there was not a single thing I could do. I was so tempted to walk in there and rip that tight dress and her panties off, taking that perfect ass and melting hot body for mine. I had the most agonizing throbbing in my pants; if I believed in satisfying myself, I would have probably done it ten times over again.

As I head downstairs, I find her in the kitchen even more god damn beautiful than last night. “For a woman, you look pretty good in the morning.”

She turns to me and gives me a once-off over, “For a man, you make really dumb ass statements so early in the morning.”

“I will take that as a compliment. Did you sleep well?”

“If it was not for my stupid sister who was screaming. Ya, I might have.”

I softly chuckle at her, “Next time, I will put you further down the hall.”

She only but shakes her head, “What makes you think there is going to be the next time?”

“Just being hopeful.” I wink at her, and god, I swear I can see her blushing.

“You bunch do not look like seconds, kind of guys,” she says; it is rather hard to see what she truly feels, for her eyes remain so cold.

But, yes, shocked that she has heard about the way, well, how we see them, then I continue, “We don't, but there is always a first. “

“So there is a first for seconds?”

“Yes,” I say as I am the one that is blushing now. “Ya, something like that.”

“Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?” Then there is that disgust on her face again. Do we truly sound that terrible? So I have to admit, “Extremely.”

“Do you guys really share your girls?”

“Sometimes,” I gasp at her boldness and hesitate to answer her question.

“So, my friend had a good chance of being fucked by both your friends?”

I turn away and try now to face her, for even I do now see how terrible this has to sound to her now, “Almost definitely.”

“That is fucking sick.” Her voice hitch but a tone as she shakes her head at me. “What is wrong with you, guys?”

“Unfortunately, Emma, that is just the way I am made up.”

“Another dumb-ass comment so early in the morning.” There is disappointment in her eyes now. I think that I have just blown my chances of ever being with this girl. Then she continues, “Can you please go tear my friend sister from whomever she is sucked to? I want to go home.”

I wish she did not have to; I wish she would stay. I know that once she walks out that door, I won't see her again.

After about five minutes, sister Emma is in the kitchen, ready to go; just before she leaves the door, she turns and looks at me.

“Will I see you again, Emma?”

“Don't count on it.”

With that, she is out the door, and she is gone. She is not going to be mine, after all. I should have taken her while I had a chance, but she is not that kind of girl. All I have is her first name and a god damn rising erection and an aching in my balls.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Dominic asks as he enters the kitchen

“Nothing,” I answer him with a growing irritation in my voice.

“You look pussy whipped.”

“What the fuck is pussy whipped?” I cock my head at him strangely while I carry on making myself another espresso.

“You want that pussy,” he points at the very door from which Ava just left. “ You want it bad.”

“You are talking bullshit,” I break my eye contact with him and carry on with what I am doing. Trayton Torcilli never gives away his emotions.

But then Dominic has to point out the obvious, “That damn cock tenting your pants tells me otherwise.”

I nearly spill my damn espresso all over myself while he is obviously staring at me. “Why the fuck are you looking at my cock for?”

“It is hard to miss.”

“What else that is not going to miss is my fist connecting with your fucking jaw.”

Next, Joseph enters the kitchen, and he, too, feels the urge to give me shit.

“You are grumpy when you don't get laid.” He says as he slaps me against the shoulder. “This is like the first time in ever you do not get laid.”

“Just stop with the getting laid,” I grunt at him while I go stand on the other side of the kitchen counter. “It's not helping my situation.”

“Go use your hand,” Joseph blurts out without even giving it a second thought.

“Fuck you. I don't use my hand. I don't need to use my hand.”

“From where I am standing,” Joseph, the fuck head, comes to stand next to me again, “You are going to have to.”

“Stop looking at my damn cock.”

I am so close to bursting; whenever I think I am going down, I imagine those god damn legs around my neck, those tight lips around my cock, being lost in that wet pussy, consuming and devouring every bit of that perfect body.

“Tell me one of your assholes got Emma's number?”

“Not me,” Joseph says.

“Not me either,” Dominic adds.

“For fuck sake.” I look at them, surprised, “What is wrong with you two?

“Do we ever take numbers?” Dominic asks.

“No, we don't.” I have to admit, for we never intend on seeing them for a second time around.

“Then,” Dominic shrugs his shoulders while he asks. “Why should we now?”

“Because I did not get what I want. And I want her.”

“Don't go soft on us.” And yes, just wait for it… “Well, at least your cock has gone softer.”

“Stop looking at my damn cock.”

After having a very much-needed cold shower, I make my way downstairs, where the two idiots are still in the kitchen doing absolutely nothing. As I walk in, Dominic greets me with a stupid ass grin on his face.

“You are in luck. Emma is coming to the club tonight.”

I don't know which is worst, the excitement I feel or the way my cock reacts. Now I am a fucking excited dog ready to hump the first leg it finds.

“Is she coming with?”

“Definitely pussy whipped,” Dominic says as he steps back in fear of me slapping him again.

“Shut up.” I step closer.

“Yes, she is,” he finally admits.

There is something about this feeling that I find so thrilling; I love the chase; I like the challenge even more. I won't stop until I have had her until I claim my prize. She will be mine no matter how long it takes. My cock will ache for her until I satisfy this desire for her body. The things that I will do to her in so many ways over and over again.

Dammit, I am hard again!

I can't control myself today. When I think about her, I get a hard-on, a full-on damn hard-on. I want this girl; I want her bad. Just one night, that is all I am asking for, one night under my covers in my bed, fucking her hard, fucking her deep, over and over again

“Can you stop thinking about that sweet piece of ask for a second,” Dominic laughs as he catches me off guard, thinking of her.

“It is fucking hard,” I look at him, feeling a slight embarrassed about my newfound damn crush.

“Yes, we can see.” Ya, Dominic has just felt the need to say it again.

“Why are you assholes staring at me for?”

“You got it bad.” Dominic only but burst out in rumbling laughter, but then he gets all serious again. “You are breaking all our rules here.”

“Says him that it is getting seconds tonight.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “I had her; it is Joseph's turn tonight. I would much rather have that Emma instead

“If you value your balls,” I firmly warn him. “You would not even try. Let's fuck off.”

We get to the club, and they are not here yet. As per usual, there is a string of women headed our way. This is the last thing I want her to see, these bunch of cheap whores throwing themselves at me.

As fast as they came, the faster they go.

“What the hell, Trayton?” Joseph turns to me as I push every single that comes up to us away.

“I don't feel like one of them tonight.”

“Well,” he looks at me rather shocked. “I did.”

“Then you go to them.” I wave him off after the direction the women left. “I don't want them here when Ava comes.”

“I am starting to worry about this thing with this girl.” Joseph lowers her voice but a fraction lower.

“Shut up.” My frustration is at an all-time high now.

That is when I see her coming up the stairs. Holy mother, that dress, and I want to rip it off. She looks so damn good; how do I keep my hands off her and control this damn thing in pants.

“Ava, I knew I would see you again.”

“Not by my own planning.” She points to her sister, that is standing next to her, rather annoyed. “My sister is insisting on being an slut. Who knows, tomorrow is your turn.”

“That is not going to happen.”

“That is a first.” I can see that twinkle that is playing in her eyes. “Probably already surrounding your next prey.”

“Believe me; she is definitely being surrounded.”

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Yes,” I don’t hesitate to answer with confidence, “Always.”

“Almost always,” she says in return

“Why, almost always?”

“You are not getting me.”

“Oh,” I get a wicked smile playing at the corners of my mouth as I can say for certain that I have this girl almost to myself. So I continue, “I will.”

“Don't be so sure of yourself.” She bites down into her lower lip, and I swear I am going to fucking die. “You are not my type.”

“What is your type, then?”

“Definitely not you.”

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” I move but an inch of a step closer, yet she remains where she is, standing firm.

“I keep on telling myself that in the mirror every morning.”

Then from the side where her sister is sitting with Dominic and Joseph, her sister shouts. “Ava, are you being full of shit again?”

“Ava, go play with your boy toy and get it out of your system. I don't particularly want to stare at their faces tomorrow again.”

She turns back to me and sees me smiling; oh, I will milk this for what it is worth.

“I am glad you at least staring at me.”

“Who says I am staring at you?”

“You have been staring at my face, as you said.”

“You are an asshole.”

Fuck, I love every minute that she rejects me, every feisty remark that she makes. How desperately I need to have her in my arm, just once more again. There must be a small part of her that likes me. She comes back every time she pushes me away. All I want now is to touch her.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“That depends,”

“Depends on what?”

“If going to try and make me drunk,” she points over to where her sister is sitting fairly well on her way to getting drunk.

“Will it work?” I, too, look in the same direction. Then she turns to my attention again, “Work for what?”

I move but another inch of a step closer and closer to her, “You give me a taste of those sweet lips.”

She immediately snaps back, “I don't know where your mouth has been.”

“If you know, will you kiss me then?”

“Nice try.” She still rejects me. “Then I will just buy you a drink.”

Here it goes; I am going to slip my arm around her waist.

Ever so smoothly, I wrap my arm around her waist to lead her to the bar. She allows me to let it linger for a minute or two before she pushes me away.

Forget the sex; I want her to be mine.