Page 101 of So This Is War
Hearing her talk about Patty and how she gets turned on, hearing her say she’s wet . . .fuck me.
The way her fingers ran over my chest. Almost to my dick.
The dip in her shirt where I almost caught sight of those hardened nipples.
Fuck, she’s so goddamn hot.
I let go of the base of my cock and then pump hard, up and down, over and over until my cock swells and I come all up the front of my stomach, groaning the entire time.
“Fuck . . . oh fuck.”
Jesus Christ, it’s been too fucking long.
I let go of my cock and stare up at the ceiling, finding my breath. What’s she doing? Is she getting off right now? Did she slip out of her clothes and into her bed naked? Is she fingering herself? Is she using a toy?
And why the hell did she come over here in the middle of the night? Just to fuck with me?
She has to be fucking with me.
There’s no other reason.
The only question is, why?
Why is she trying to entice me? Why is she risking her job when we both said we’d keep things platonic? There has to be an explanation, and I need to know why.
I move into the bathroom and clean myself up.
Then I pull on a pair of gray sweatpants, my dick still half hard as I calm down, and then move through the apartment with one thing on my mind . . . her.
I feel frenzied.
Out of my mind.
Ready to fucking lose my shit with the electricity bouncing through me.
Call it adrenaline left over from the game.
Call it seeing her in that night set.
Whatever it is, it’s propelling me straight to her door where I stand for a second.
I listen closely and hear nothing, so I take a chance and turn the doorknob, pushing the door open.
She didn’t knock.
Why should I?
When I walk into her bedroom and look to the right at her bed, instead of being startled at seeing me, she almost looks like she was expecting me.
She’s under her covers, both hands covered up with the faint sound of a vibrator sounding through the room.
Her teeth pull on her bottom lip as she looks up at me.
And just like that, I get hard all over again.
And because I’m in some sort of weird fucking world where time stands still now, I don’t move. I stare. And she doesn’t move as her eyes connect with mine.
I can see it, right there in her pupils, she wants me here.
