Page 29 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

games played

Jessica

The moment we pull up into Tek’s apartment, I frown.

It’s so quiet… usually on game night, there’s is an obvious party happening with not only music blasting loud as hell and a shit ton of people pooling in and out wearing sports jerseys of the teams playing that night, but there’s usually yelling, beer cans cracking, guys laughing, girls hanging around trying way too hard to impress, but tonight there’s nothing.

Don’t get me wrong, I know I missed the past couple of ones because I would rather spend my time getting my back beat in my mans, my mans, my mans instead of being around nigga that smell like testosterone and buffalo wings any day, but I know he didn’t invite me over to this dead shit…

What the hell? Did he cancel?

As annoying as the parties were, they were lit like a mother fucker even though all I did was stay for the game and bounce my ass back to the house after because I know after that they were going to be fucking around with the girls that came, and I wanted no parts of any of they dirty asses trying to hit on me.

They have in the past, and it’s only left they ass with broken teeth and hurt feelings.

“Seems there is no party,” Frank mutters and I cock my head to the side.

“Yeah… I guess so,” I frown and I take his hand, going over to Tek’s place, but I can feel with each step he’s growing more pissed by the second. I glance over to Frank who is scowling before he cuts his eyes to me.

“So you know where this asshole stays by heart…” he grunts and I want to smile as butterflies enter my belly at his jealousy… I’ve never had a boyfriend who was THIS jealous for me… this shit the truff!

“I’ve only been here during game nights and st?—”

“Never again.” He cuts me off.

“Never again what, baby?”

“You’re not allowed to come here without me ever again… or any man’s home.”

“Allowed?” I cock my head to the side and he doubles down ten toes on that mother fucking statement raising a brow.

“I didn’t fucking stutter, mutter, or utter shit. I said what I said, Jessica. You heard me and you will listen.” Damn why is he so fucking… UUGGGHHHHHH my boyfriend is so hooottttt!

“Fine, but in return you’re not allowed to be alone with a g?—”

“Done.” He eyes me and my heart is playing patty cake, but I’m giddy. When he mentioned going to a girl’s house, I about lost my shit, but I think I kept it together and not only that, but I don’t even mind him being here… I’m actually quite happy he’s with me.

“Then it’s a deal,” I beam and he leans over, kissing me on the cheek.

“Deal,” he murmurs and I try to keep from skipping as I march us over to Tek’s place, wearing my Jalen Hurts jersey and blue jeans while Frank wears a white blouse with his back out that shamefully shows the scratches on his back from the tub session…

Ughhhh why are they so deeeepppp?! I should have made him change! !!

Along with the backless blouse, he’s wearing a stylish all black long skirt with combat boots. His snowy white hair is in a ponytail, accentuating his sexy ass jaw line… damn he’s too pretty to be real.

When we get to the door, Frank leans on the wall with his foot up, and I stand at the door alone. I knock and we wait a beat before the door swings open, and there Tek is in casual clothes and a gold chain, looking flustered.

“Jess!” he whispers breathlessly. “I… I didn’t th-think you would join.” He looks me over.

“Oh… uhm… well… I wasn’t but… you know…” I trail lamely off, not knowing what to say.

I usually never miss a game night, but now that I’m regularly getting my back plowed through the mattress, I don’t have time for this!

I hate to be that friend, but my dude looks like Gojo and got the plug for horns and tails and shit…

like fucking hell I’ma pass that up just to sit on a couch with niggas that I can barely stand on the field.

“Either way, I’m glad you could make it, Jess, and…” the smile on his face dies and he narrows his eyes, glaring over my shoulder when Frank places his boot down hard, drawing attention before he stands over my shoulder. When neither of them say anything, I get an awkward feeling.

“Tek, you know my boyfriend Frank. Baby, this i?—”

“I know,” Frank’s voice drips with venom as his hand slides low around my waist, too low, as his fingers press possessively into my hip.

“O-oh… well uhm… I’m glad everyone is acquainted,” I smile awkwardly and they just eyeball each other, mean mugging the entire time.

“Yeah,” Tek looks away.

“So where’s this party you invited my girl to?” Franks raises a brow and I turn to look at Tek with the same question on my lips.

“Yeah, Football Monday is usually way more… uhm… hype than this,” I awkwardly laugh, looking inside and tilting my head when I do see stuff out for a game, but it’s a much smaller quantity. Tek scratches the back of his neck, going red…

“Oh… uhm… they w-will be here later… on,” he states and I pout, shaking my head. Aww… that’s go to suck.

“Oh cool. Then the three of us can chop it up until they get here....” I smile, taking Frank’s hand and squeezing past him, and I glance back to see Frank grinning smugly while Tek frowns.

“Yeah, the three of us will have a blast,” Tek mutters, shutting the door, and at a great time too because the game starts. The perfect thing to distract us all from Tek’s failed party.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get a drink.” I pull him away, waving to Tek whose lips are pressed in a thin line.

Good thing I came early… Tek would have been so lonely…

I wouldn’t want my best guy friend feeling like that, and it’s even better that Frank is here because now they can get to know each other!

While Tek is a friend, he is the closest thing to a brother that I have, and I want to show up for him.

I think deep down, I just feel bad for not showing up because I have Frank now. Tek was one of the only guys and most certainly the first guy on the team to welcome me with open arms. I keep standing him up, but I hope he understands that it’s not intentional.

I’m not trying to be one of those friends who get in a relationship and suddenly disappear… I want to show up in my best friend as much as I’m capable of while still being respectful to my relationship.

I want to be a good friend… and an even better girlfriend. I like Tek but I love Frank… no, I’m in love with him… and I just have a sneaking suspicion that I’m just going to fall deeper and deeper the more time we spend together.

As the game goes on, more and more people start to show up.

It took a while, but I don’t even care… I’m just spending more of my time watching the game with Frank on the loveseat where I find a blanket which I place over us and munch on all of my favorite snacks as Tek sits across from us in the single chair, mingling with some of the guys from our team.

Aww, my friend really put in some effort. I feel bad for almost forgetting.

Frank isn’t even watching the game. His eyes remain on the table for some reason and his lips are turned in a scowl. Damn, I knew he didn’t like football… I can’t ask Tek to change the game… and though I want to, it’s not right to leave since Frank is probably bored…

“Baby?” I shift in his lap, setting down my favorite forty-six gram protein drink and whisper in his ear as he cuts his eyes to me.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for coming with me…” I tell him and Frank kisses and nibbles my ear.

“Oh, course, Little Baby… I wouldn’t have it any. Other. Way.” He blows in my ear, and my heart skips a beat when his hands graze the crotch of my jeans, making me swallow hard.

“B-baby stop! You’re distracting me from the game.” I mutter but high key my ass want more… but I can’t do that right now, no matter how good his touch feels under the blanket.

“I can’t help it… you look way too fucking good in that jersey, Jessica,” he whispers, voice thick with desire and I have to repress the shudder I feel.

I thank God for bras because the way my nipples are hard right now and the way I want him to run that tongue over and suck on my nipple rings is just ughnnnn.

“I…it’s just a jersey. You’re the one who looks good tonight,” I whisper low so no one can hear, turning slightly in his arms, looking him over, and I can’t help but question my sexuality when this man looks this good cross-dressing…

I swear because he has such soft features…

no one would ever be able to tell he is a man at first glance.

He really looks like a delicate rich girl with money to blow, but that fact is that if I lift that dress I know I’ll see a bazooka waiting for me, and when he opens that nasty ass mouth, a voice deep and smooth like Felix from Stray Kids comes out.

Ugnn… just the thought makes my pussy wet.

Seeing him look like this, I feel no better than a man…

but the way I love watching him fuck me while crossdressing is so hot.

Oh God… I need to stop thinking about it!

My pussy gushes a shit ton of juice in my panties, making me uncomfortable to the point I need to shift because a bitch feels like a she peed. I need to wipe myself off.

But it’s like he can smell it because his nose flares and his eyes flicker. I swear, since I got with this dude, I been needing to get my eyes checked…

I’ma have to hit up my optometrist real soon at this rate, or maybe I’m watching too much anime and I want his eyes to really do that shit I see in the show. Like man, if he had eyes like Benimaru from En En no Shouboutai, I’ll lose my shit…

“Jessica, is that pussy in need of assistance right now?” he whispers I hold in a groan.

“N-no…” I lie and his knuckle grazes right where my clit is throbbing, making me shudder. “Sh-shit!”

“You sure, Little Baby?” he chuckles, hand sliding into my lose boyfriend jeans, and I don’t know how the fuck I don’t scream loud as fuck because when his hands touch my pussy, my pussy and asshole starts opening and closing as if looking from something to grasp onto and he wastes no time for his fingers to find their home inside me.

“O…oh my mother fucking God! Th-thank g-goodness the TV and house is loud,” I whisper, grinding on his fingers. “… Jesus!” I gasp.

“Take as much as you want, baby.” He slides his tongue over my ear and I gasp, holding my breath, tears welling in my eyes from the deep ache inside of me that wants this man to fuck me stupid.

I shudder, ears popping from the way fingers slick with my juice glide over my pussy, leaving me breathless. Uuggnnnn! I… I want him to fuck me!

I glance around the room to those watching the game and see they aren’t aware of what we are doing, then turn to Tek who’s so into the game.

His jaw is clenched, hands pressed together, and I’m thankful no one will see this side of me, but Frank pulls my attention back to him and sucks on my neck as I clench down on his fingers.

“M… more…”

Frank places a hand around my throat and turns my head to him, staring into my eyes before he slips his tongue into my mouth, making my knees go weak.