“Fuck you, Jasper,”I whisper, feeling the distinct tingle at the base of my spine, knowing just the thought of him touching me sends me spiraling over the edge so goddamn fast.
“I fucking hate you.” Gritting through my teeth as I glance down between my legs envisioning him there, looking up at me.
I’m angry, so fucking angry. At him, at myself. Abby for initiating this sensation. At everything.
But I need this. I need this so bad.
Closing my eyes, I think about Abby joining him on his knees, both of them begging me with their eyes for a taste, licking their lips like they can’t wait for it. “Fuck yes, both of you take my cock,” I fantasize out loud, Jasper leaning in as he wraps his lips around the tip and I groan, throwing my head back, “Goddamn it Jasper, fucking take it.”
The door clicks behind me and I jump-turn, as I attempt to reach for my pants but topple over onto the bed.
My stiff cock bounces against my stomach as a string of pre-cum leaks out the tip.
Covering myself with my hand, I glance up to see Jasper standing in my room with the door closed behind him. Hishands are splayed out in front of him like he’s protecting himself from an incoming attack.
I’m heaving, my breath is short and labored, not only from how aggressively I was fucking my hand but from the fact that he probably fucking heard me.
I close my eyes, squeezing them shut, then reopen and he’s still fucking there.
Goddamn it.
He’s frozen as he stares at me, his eyes bouncing between my eyes and my cock. I can see his chest rise and fall with calculated breath, like if he makes one wrong move the entire room will blow up.
It fucking feels like it will.
Any minute now. Please, take me and put me out of my misery.
Fuck, this is awkward, and embarrassing.
If he starts being his typical self and makes a joke right now I might kill him. I can’t take it.
“Please, just get out.” I manage to say the words but they come out defeated. My entire body slouches except my stupid cock, standing full mast, not defeated in the least.
“Don’t…” Jasper starts to talk but I interrupt him.
“Don’t freak out?” Oh, I’m freaking out.
“Don’t…stop. Please,” he pleads.
It’s only then I glance down seeing the bulge behind his pants and desire burning in his eyes.
“Please,” he says again and my cock twitches. “Keep going.”
Fuuuck.
I don’t want him knowing the things I think about while I touch myself. If he stays he’ll think I want that or like it. I don’t…It's just a reaction. It’s just physical.
Just because I think of something while I touch myself doesn’t mean I want it in real life. It’s just a simple fantasy. But, if he stays. No, no…he can’t stay.
I shake my head back and forth as I glare back at him, pissed he’s seeing me like this, vulnerable but so goddamn desperate.
I can’t move. My body is like a stone statue even though my mind is reeling a million miles an hour.
“Please, Wade. Just pretend like I’m not here.” A pained look crosses his face before he pleads again. “Please.”
My jaw slacks open with his words and I can’t hold back. I squeeze my eyes shut and wrap my hand around the length, pumping it from base to tip. The pre-cum lubricates my shaft, as I continue to stroke myself, the wet slapping sound echoes through the air between us.
My breaths shorten as my climax builds and I finally open my eyes, because as much as I don’t want him to see me doing this, I want to see his face when I come.
