"That bastard!" I scream, thrashing on my bed in annoyance as I shut the vibrator off

A knock comes from my bedroom door and Tayen calls out, "You okay?"

"No!" I shout immediately in annoyance, not at Tayen but at Xan. I take a deep breath. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." I add in a calmer voice.

I get up and get dressed, frustration bubbling deep in my veins. It's been a week since Xan's birthday and I've tried every night since to get myself off. Nothing, not even a flutter. I even went out with Draven Kingswood to see if it was just me. He took me ice skating and then we had dinner at a nice restaurant afterward. When he drove me back to my apartment building I kissed him. One thing lead to another and even his fingers didn't make me orgasm which pissed me off because I had heard so many stories about Dravens talented fingers from girls on the squad.

I ended up faking an orgasm but I'm not the best actress in the world so I think Draven knew I didn't come, he didn't call me out or question it though, thankfully. If he would've I might have broken down and cried. I felt bad for leaving him with a hard on as I quickly told him by and exited his truck but not bad enough to take care of it.

"Let me guess... Xan?" Tayen asks as I enter the living room.

"I'm going to kill him, actually kill him." I huff as I fall back onto the couch beside her.

"Or you could do what you planned on doing last week when you chickened out."

I groan. "You just don't understand. He taunted me for coming onto him last week, if I ask him to be my fuck buddy I'll never live it down." I cover my face up in mortification just thinking about it. "It's so embarrassing."

She smirks. "Which is worse: having no orgasms or being embarrassed for a whole five minutes?"

I gape at her "Have you even met Xan? It won't be for five minutes it will be every time I see him."

He'll never let me forget it.

"Do you think maybe he does it because you react? If you don't react he will probably stop." She suggests.

I huff. "That's a great suggestion except it's really hard not to react."

She shrugs.

I scoop my cheer bag off the floor and leave the apartment. We have a late practice tonight since we have an early flight in the morning for an away basketball game tomorrow. I throw myself into practice, pushing my body as hard as I can, letting the feeling of my aching muscles take my mind away from my daily life. By the time practice is over I'm drenched in sweat.

Divya bumps me with her hip. "You hit every mark, we're gonna look so good on the court tomorrow."

I take a quick shower and dress in a pair of leggings, a sports bra and a loose tank top because I'm still hot. I slip my sneakers on my feet and a hoodie over my head before zipping my duffle bag up and leaving the gym. I'm tired but it doesn't stop my mind from thinking about Xan and what his fingers have done to me.

On the walk home I have to pass Aces house and my feet stop right in front of the the walkway leading to their tiny front porch. I could do it, knock on the door and tell him we should be fuck buddies. He might not even be there though, I don't really know his schedule so he could be on a date or working or—

"Hey, Lesley, looking for Ace?" Jax asks as he exits the house.

His fingers are laced with Akira's and she scowls at him. "Her name is Lennon, Jax." She snaps.

Wow, maybe she's getting annoyed by it now too.

He wince's. "Sorry."

"Is Xan home?" I ask, ignoring his apology.

Does an apology really mean anything if you continue to do what you apologize for?

He nods. "Yeah, I think he was in the shower."

"Okay, cool." I mutter awkwardly. "Well... see ya around." I step around them on the walkway and approach the house.

I glance behind me, watching as the pair rounds the corner before I face the white door. Okay, I can do this. My fingers tighten around the strap of my duffle bag as I stand there, a bead of sweat trickling down my spine. I quickly strip my hoodie off and stuff it in my duffle bag, the cold February air greeting my heated skin. I am a strong, independent woman who is confident in her sexuality, I can ask for a sexual relationship if that's what I want.

I raise my hand and knock quickly before I lose the nerve. If this were anyone else I honestly don't think I'd have an issue with asking for a friends with benefits arrangement but it's Xan, he tests the boundaries of my sanity constantly. I chew on my lip and wait, forcing myself not to turn around and run to my apartment. Seconds goes by and the door remains unanswered so I knock again and wait a little longer. Just as I'm ready to give up I hear the lock release right before the door opens.

"Sorry, I was getting dressed." Xan says, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes.

My fingers tap against the strap to my duffle bag as I stand there unsure of exactly what to say. Hey, person who broke my vagina give me an orgasm now. I'd never live that down.

Xan cocks his head to the side. "You good?"

Hey Xan wanna be my fuck buddy? God no.

Even Draven Kingswood couldn't get me off, please make me come. Hell no, I don't want him to know that no one but him has been able to get me off since New Years Eve. It would go straight to his head.

You know what, I'm just gonna go for it.

I reach up and push him back inside the house, taking him by surprise. I slam the door and lock it before dropping my duffle bag on the floor and attacking him. Our teeth smack together but it doesn't deter me as I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He palms my ass and his tongue glides against mine. He tastes sweet, like he ate strawberries before he took a shower. My back meets the wall and I grind against him, his dick a thick pole beneath his sweatpants.

"Come back for more, Lennon Rose? Can't get enough, huh?" He asks against my lips, his tone so cocky I could slap him.

Unfortunately he's not wrong.

I grumble. "Shut up and make me come before I change my mind, Xan." I bite his lip and he smacks my ass so hard I gasp.

"Say please." He demands.

I groan in annoyance."Do you enjoy making me feel like shit?"

His dark gray eyes bounce back and forth between my eyes. "You don't feel like shit. Are you embarrassed? Probably."

I huff. "Fine, do you enjoy embarrassing me?"

He smirks. "Yes."

I glare at him and he shifts my hips, grinding into me. My eyes roll back in my head at the feeling. I didn't put underwear on after my shower so I can feel every inch of his hard dick against my pussy. I grind against him harder as the feeling of an impending orgasm flutters through my body. The muscles in my stomach tense in anticipation. Finally. Oh thank god. I can't believe I'm dry jumping Xan but at this point I don't care. I go faster chasing release like I'll die without it and now he's panting too.

"Fuck." He mutters. "Slow down."

I don't listen. I'm so close I'm afraid if I slow down it'll disappear. I have to come. My fingers grip fistfuls of his shirt, my clit throbbing against the material of my leggings. He presses me harder into the wall, his cock solid and heavy through the thin material of our pants.

"Oh fuck!" I scream as I come, the sensation almost overwhelming.

Xan groans deeply against my neck and I feel smug satisfaction knowing I wasn't the only one that came. We stand there for a minute, both of us panting. I lay my head back against the wall and close my eyes.

"Did you just dry hump me?" He asks in astonishment and I can practically hear his smile in his voice.

I nod, my eyes heavy lidded as I crack them open. "I did, and it looks like you enjoyed it." I say, my gaze flicking down to the wet spot on his sweatpants.

He lets out a deep chuckle and pulls away, letting my feet meet the floor. My legs wobble but I try to hide it by leaning back against the wall. Who knew dry jumping could be so effective. I get myself together, slowing my heart rate while he stares me down with those dark gray eyes.

"Thanks, I needed that." I say pushing off the wall when I feel like I can finally walk normal.

I give him a pat on the shoulder and step around him.

He arches an eyebrow at me. "Should I expect this to be a regular occurrence?"

I scoop my duffle bag off the floor and give him a shrug in response before leaving the house, my heart pounding against my ribs. With the door closed behind me a smirk tilts my lips. Did I just play it cool with Xan? I impress myself sometimes even if I did dry hump him like a cat in heat. He didn't seem to mind. Okay so before my orgasm I was a bit of a mess attacking him and all but after, cool as a cucumber.

When I step inside our apartment Tayen gives me a slow clap. I do a little victory dance and fall back on the couch beside her smiling.

"Xan get the job done?" She asks and then waves the question away. "Forget I asked, it's obvious. Did he agree to be fuck buddies?"

I chew on my lip. "I didn't ask exactly."

"So what happened?"

"He opened the door and I attacked him. I dry humped him and then patted him on the shoulder and said thank you, he asked if he should expect it to be a reoccurring thing and I gave him a shrug."

She snorts out a laugh. "You what? You dry humped him and then patted him on the shoulder and thanked him." She bursts into a fit of giggles. "Oh my god, I would pay to see his face."

"Shut up." I laugh. "It got the job done."

"Hell yeah it did." She snickers.

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