Page 99 of So This Is War
Mmmm, I want him.
I want him bad.
I want to trade places with him. I want to be the one that strokes him, licks him, sucks him. I want to be the one telling him what to do. I want to be the one he’s fantasizing about.
I could stand here all day, watching him, but given our situation, I know I need to make myself known, so I say, “Oh gosh, I’m sorry.”
He scrambles under the sheet, fumbling with the phone.
“Fucking hell,” he cries out as his wide eyes find me. He tries to find his phone in the mess of the sheets, but is so concerned with covering his dick, that he can’t find it, so Patty Ford’s voice rings through the quiet room.
“That’s it, just like that. Oh God, I love when you touch yourself.”
“Fuck,” he says, his hand moving over the sheets, blindly looking for the phone that I actually spot on the edge of the bed.
I walk up to him, and his eyes grow wider as I approach. He takes in my lingerie set, his tongue wetting his lips, clearly interested in what he sees—exactly what I wanted.
I pick up his phone and then look up at him with a smile. “I love Patty Ford. I come the hardest when watching her videos.” I turn the phone toward me and stare down at the seductress. “I love this video,” I say as I move closer to him and sit on the edge of his bed...right next to him.
He’s stiff, unmoving—fairly sure he’s still in shock—so when I lean in, he doesn’t even flinch.
“She has the best boobs ever, and they’re real. There’s nothing fake about them. And I love her movements. They’re not overly sexualized, but they aren’t jagged either. She knows exactly what she’s doing with her hands and how her fingers glide over her nipples, pulling against the hard nub. God, I love her.”
I glance over my shoulder at Levi. His eyes are heady now, the shock gone. In its place, lust.
Definite lust.
The kind of lust that will make me turn toward him, straddle his lap, and take what I’ve wanted for a long time.
After a few seconds of staring at each other, he whispers, “What are you doing here?”
“Had some questions,” I say as I turn more toward him.
I watch his eyes move from my face, down my neck, and to my breasts. His hand is still under the sheets, probably gripping his cock in a death grip.
“Wylie?”
“Yes?” I ask, feeling breathless.
“You . . . you’re, uh . . .”
I smirk and take a chance by bringing my hand to his chest, letting my nails run along his chest hair. His eyes stay fixed onmine, and when he doesn’t tell me to stop, I set his phone down and completely turn toward him.
“Were you trying to tell me something?” I ask as my finger circles his nipple.
His head tilts back against the headboard, and the strain in his neck turns me on even more. From the corner of my eye, I catch him moving his hand along his covered cock, and I’m so tempted to pull down the sheet, to watch him touch himself.
“Fuck.” He breathes heavily just as Patty’s voice continues.
“Like that, oh fuck, my pussy is so wet knowing you’re touching yourself.”
My thoughts exactly.
“Levi?”
“Hmm?” he says as my fingers glide down his abdomen.
“You were saying something.”
