She can’t move until I let her go.
“Shit, sorry,” I say, pulling my arm back and rolling away from her.
“Thanks,” she says. She throws off the covers and heads for the door.
My eyes follow her the whole way. Her blonde hair spills down her back, hiding the wing tattoos I know are there, but the camisole and sleep shorts she wears do nothing to hide the curves of her body. I nearly groan again as I watch the sway of her hips and imagine holding onto them as I pound into her from behind. I’d guess her breasts are at least a C cup, if not a D, and her waist tapers in to give her a lush, hour-glass figure.
Gray leaves the room, and my trance breaks enough that I remember I was having a wet dream about her before she woke me.
I swear and quickly lift the elastic waist of my sleep pants and boxers to look down at my dick. Mercifully, I haven’t come in my pants like last time. The dream hadn’t progressed far enough before Gray woke me, but I still have a raging hardon. When Gray gets back, it’ll be my turn to hit the bathroom.
I lie there patiently until Gray returns a couple minutes later, and I’m once again mesmerized by the way her breasts bounce gently when she walks. Rather than coming back to the bed, she goes to the dresser where my dad dropped her overnight bag and begins rummaging in it.
“I should hit the bathroom too,” I murmur as I get out of bed carefully and make my way to the door. Gray is still busy in her bag and doesn’t notice anything as I head out and hurry down the hall.
I hear my parents clanking pots in the kitchen and smell the coffee asI slip quickly into the bathroom, close the door, and turn on the shower.
I showered last night, but the sound of the water will help mask what I really need to do, which is fucking come. I jerked off last night too, but my parents were asleep then.
I undress, step into the shower, soap up my hand, and wrap it around my cock. I close my eyes and remember what it felt like to touch and kiss Gray last night. Her skin was so soft, and the way her body surrendered made me hard as all fuck.
When I suggested I shouldn’t fuck her last night, part of me wanted her to say she didn’t care, that she wanted me to take her then and there, my parents’ house or not.
Another part was glad she didn’t give me the go-ahead. We would’ve needed to be quiet, and if I fuck her, I want to be sure we’re free to make noise, because I want to hear her cry out my name.
Yeah, forgetif.WhenI fuck Gray, she’ll cry my name.
I want her so bad. It’s become increasingly difficult to control myself, and last night was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now that I’ve touched her and kissed her and woken up with her wrapped in my arms, I can’t go back.
I grip my cock and picture what might have happened last night. I picture myself nestling into the cradle of her heat. I press a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as I push into her, and I watch her eyes widen as my cock fills her up, stretching her tight little pussy wide. Her body tenses and she makes that whimpering sound I love, but I hush her and tell her how well she’s taking me as I begin to thrust. Her body relaxes, and I pull my hand off her mouth as she moans my name.
In the shower, I pump my hand over my cock. I’m already close, so this won’t take long. It only takes a few seconds more of picturing Gray coming apart beneath me before I climax. Milky jets of cum shoot onto the tile, and I splash water to wipe them away. Then I lay a forearm on the wall and press my head against it as my body sags in relief.
I nearly jump out of my skin as a loud knock sounds at the door.
“Ash? Is that you?” My mother’s voice carries over the running water.
“Yeah,” I call, praying she didn’t hear any of what I just did.
“Do you want eggs?” she asks.
“Sure. That sounds great,” I say, and my heart slows again.
“Do you know if Gray wants eggs?”
“I don’t know,” I call back. “She’s awake if you want to ask her.”
“Okay.”
I wait a few seconds, but I don’t hear anything more. I check the shower stall to be sure I haven’t left any evidence of jerking off, then I shut off the water and towel dry.
I forgot to bring in clean clothes, so I toss on what I slept in and go back to the room. Gray isn’t there, so my mother must have coaxed her into the kitchen for breakfast.
I can’t help looking at the rumpled bed as I dress. All things considered, my restraint last night was admirable. Gray would’ve given in to me if I’d tried to seduce her. I know that. As it is, she started to offer me either a hand job or a blowjob, but I shouldn’t have put her in a situation where she felt like she needed to offer either.
I run a brush through my hair. I thought the idea of fake dating Gray was genius when Kaladin first confronted me with the video of us. It seemed like the perfect way to get closer to her, since she has to be near me to keep up the ruse. We have to touch and kiss occasionally back home, but not nearly as much as I’d hoped. As Cedric predicted, the media lost interest quickly, so we didn’t need to be seen in public together.
The problem is that I need more now, and the terms of fake dating don’t require the kind of intimacy I want. Gray may need to be near me, may even need to kiss me occasionally, but she doesn’t have to fuck me.
