Page 100 of So This Is War
He lazily nods and pulls on his lip before saying, “You’re . . . you . . . fuck, that top you’re wearing.”
I smile, knowing I have him right where I want him.
“You like it?” I ask as I puff my chest out.
“A whole fucking lot,” he says.
“It’s so comfortable. I love sleeping in it because it feels amazing against my skin. I love how the silky fabric rubs against my nipples, too.” I trail my fingers farther south, right above where the sheet is.
His hand moves under the covers, and I know for a fact that Patty Ford is no longer part of his thoughts anymore. It’s me.
All me.
From the way he’s looking at my tits.
The way he’s wetting his lips.
He’s one temptation away from giving in.
So, with my other hand, I drag my nails along my collarbone, watching his eyes trail my movement. Slowly I glide them downmy chest to my breast, where I lightly run my nails across my nipples, a moan slipping past my lips.
He sucks in a sharp breath and then, to my dismay, looks away.
His expression is pained as he mumbles, “Fuck.” Then he releases his cock and lets out a deep breath. Keeping his eyes fixated in front of him and not on me, he says, “I think you should leave.”
Hope crashes around me. In some made-up land, I envisioned him asking me to take my shirt off.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I say, wanting to stay casual, even though my entire body is burning. “I just wanted to make sure you were ready for your trip tomorrow.”
He wets his lips once again, his eyes now connecting with mine. “You need to leave,” he says tersely.
I glance down at his lap—at the sheet tenting between us—and then back up at him. “Are you going to come?”
His jaw clenches together, and he says, “Once again, you need to leave.”
Seeing the strain in his neck, in his sexy chest, in his shoulders, I decide to push him just a touch more. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m so wet.”
His head falls back against the headboard again, and he takes a few deep breaths. I watch his chest heave, the air filling his lungs and then leaving. “Wylie, I don’t need details. I need you to leave.”
“Okay,” I say as I stand. His eyes land on me again, and for the hell of it, I lean forward, letting my top fall forward, giving him an epic view of my chest, which of course he takes full advantage of. I watch as his gaze floats over my breasts, the way he stares, the hunger in his expression. I leave the phone on his nightstand and then stand back up. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Should I ask you the questions tomorrow?”
“Yes,” he says in a strained voice.
“Okay, see you in the morning.” I turn to walk away and then add, “Also, you won’t be the only one getting off tonight.”
And with that, I leave his room and head straight for my vibrator.
LEVI
The momentmy bedroom door shuts, I sink into my mattress and start jerking off at a rapid pace. Precum covers my hand as I drag it over my length.
I knew the moment I got home tonight, I had to find release. I didn’t care how, but I needed it. I pulled up a Patty Ford video, shut my eyes, and envisioned Wylie as Patty talked. I was hard and ready to come in fucking seconds.
My balls had started to tighten the moment I spotted Wylie in my bedroom. It was as if I conjured her in my mind and brought her in here. And fuck did she look so mouth-wateringly good. I don’t know what she was wearing, all I know is that if there was a uniform requirement for her job, I’d pick that. I’d pick that all day, every day.
And every time I’d see her in it, I’d pin her against the wall or the cabinet, or the couch, and I’d pull down the front so I could suck on her tits—those fucking gorgeous tits—and I’d play with her nipples and . . .
“Oh . . . fuck,” I groan as I squeeze my cock, my orgasm right on the edge. I hold the base tightly, prolonging the feeling of walking on the edge, waiting to be pushed over.
