Page 28 of Badd Love
"Why not?"
"I'm not jerking off in your bathroom."
Her lips brushed my ear. "You want a pair of my panties to jerk off into?"
"What? Fuck no, that's weird."
"Dane, I'm trying to help. I want you, but right now, if I touched you, we'd do stuff. And if we did stuff, it would confuse things for both of us."
"I'm not asking you to do anything, Linz," I murmured. "I believe you. I'll be fine."
I wasn't fine.
The damn erection was a stubborn motherfucker, unhelped by her scent, her proximity, the soft press of her breastsagainst my back, the memory of her bare ass in my hands, the memory of that night we shared flashing through my brain like a PowerPoint slideshow of our greatest moments—which was all of them.
I felt her chin on my shoulder. "Not going away, huh?"
I almost told her it wasn’t going to until she left me alone, but I didn't want her to leave me alone. "No," was all I said.
She pushed me toward her room. Into the bathroom. Had me face the toilet. "C'mon, Dane."
I pivoted to face her. "I will if you will."
"At the same time? Watching each other?"
"Yes."
She bit her lip. "That's a dangerous, slippery slope."
"I want to see that toy in action," I said.
She turned away, left the room, and came back with the clit stimulator, went to her bed, settled on it, knees drawn up and pressed together—providing me with a teasing glimpse of her ass. She pressed the power button, and the white silicone surrounding the opening glowed pink, and she pressed the button that cycled through the settings until it was buzzing softly.
I grabbed the waist of my sweatpants, but hesitated. “This is a little crazy, Linz," I muttered.
"I know," she answered, gripping the hem of the shirt. "I wish I could just…do what I want to do. But it wouldn't make anything better. Only worse."
"You don't need to keep explaining," I said. "I get it."
"I don't know if I can," she whispered. "No one has ever watched me masturbate before."
"Me either," I said.
But the situation was untenable. Just the thought of watching Lindsey orgasm had me harder than ever, and thebladder situation was still an issue. I wasn't even sure if Icouldcome while I had to pee, but I guess we'd find out.
I peeled off my shirt and tossed it aside; Lindsey's eyes widened and I watched her pupils dilate, watched her knees press together harder. She let her knees drop, legs extending. Without taking her eyes off mine, she leaned forward to tug the hem of the shirt out from under her butt, and then stripped it off.
"Goddamn, Linz," I whispered. "So fucking hot."
She blushed. "You too."
Her tits, man. Just fucking perfect. My cock twitched at the sight of them as they swayed, pert pink nipples standing on end, begging for my lips, my tongue.
"Dane," she breathed. "Let me see."
I swallowed hard, weirdly nervous, even though we'd been naked together already. I scolded myself for being stupid and slid my sweatpants down past my ass and then stepped out of them. Now Lindsey's eyes widened to the size of platters, and she bit her lip. Splayed her thighs apart, baring her naked pink folds to me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She had a scrim of blonde fuzz covering her sex, the stubble of someone who normally keeps herself shaved or waxed but hasn't recently. I could almost feel it on my tongue, rasping against my cheeks, my lips.
I could almost taste her juices.
