Chapter 2
Vanessa’s POV
“That coward fucker,” I murmured again, the words barely scraping past my teeth.
My c**t was still throbbing like it had its own heartbeat, angry and swollen and completely ignored now that his hand had vanished.
The wet spot on my shorts felt huge, cooling against my skin in the most frustrating way possible.
I squeezed my thighs together once, twice, chasing the ghost of pressure, but it only made me ache harder.
I rolled onto my side facing him.
Dylan was sprawled on his back now, one arm flung over his head, the other resting limp across his stomach.
His boxers were tented—just a lazy half-hard bulge that hadn’t even fully committed yet.
The sight of it made my mouth water in a way that felt disgusting and perfect at the same time.
I scooted closer
