His cock still pressed against the fabric of his briefs, harder now that he was alone and thinking about Sammie’s form towering before him. The way her arms had flexed as she’d gripped the railing, the way her hair had fallen forward, framing her face. Her eyes like an electric storm holding him in place.
Kieran needed to go to sleep, he knew that. They had an early morning and a long drive back to the city ahead of them.
Against his better judgement, Kieran fired off a text to Sammie.
Then, slowly, he freed himself from his briefs, letting out a relieved breath as he did so.
Kieran: I have an idea.
Kieran: If you’re as wound up as I am right now.
Sammie: …
Sammie: Shoot
Kieran: Touch yourself. Record it. I’ll do the same. We can edit them together.
Sammie: Okay
Sammie’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, choking off the sound of a moan as her hand sank into her underwear. She pretended the calluses on her palm weren’t her own, that they were fromspiking a volleyball and training weights andnotfrom her job. She was hyper aware of her phone, propped just so, recording her every movement. Her fingers circled her clit, tempting, teasing, as her other hand splayed across her stomach, pushing her sleep shirt up to pinch one of her nipples.
Kieran was a room away, a hand wrapped around his cock, and somehow that knowledge made what she was doing feel more intense. What she wanted most in that moment was just out of reach, but Sammie had never had a problem satisfying herself.
She fought back another moan as she dipped her fingers into her pussy, her palm keeping pressure on her clit, rubbing slow and steady. A shiver ran through her as she pushed into herself again, her head falling back, thunking lightly against the wall.
Sammie froze. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, begging for more. But Kieran was in the room on the other side of the wall.
Had he heard her? He knew what she was up to. He’dtoldher to do this.
The thought sent another wave of pleasure rocking through her. If he pressed an ear to the wall, could he hear her breathing? Every unsteady gasp of air that she was sucking in. Every small whine that she let escape.
A coil of heat began to burn hotter in Sammie as she continued, her fingers plunging back into her wet cunt, chasing the relief she knew was coming.
Spit slicked his palm as Kieran pumped his dick. His abdomen clenched tight at each slow, leisurely pull. He didn’t let himself think about what he was doing, didn’t let himself focus on anything but the picture of those stormy eyes searing into him.
One day, soon, it wouldn’t be his own fingers wrapped around his cock. Kieran imagined himself being held down bystrong arms, thick thighs bracketing his waist as long fingers teased him. The tattoo on her leg writhing with every shift of her hips.
Sammie, on full display forhim.
He knew he would have to keep a lid on these desires. But alone, in his room? Kieran could lose himself in the idea of her, the idea that she could pin him down and wreck him.
His hips bucked, seeking more. Every breath was fire in his lungs. He was getting close to that edge, his hand twisting around the head of his cock over and over. Kieran could feel it, could tell that he only had moments left.
A slight thump sounded out, a light vibration shooting through the wall. Kieran froze.
Sammie was there, right there on the other side of that wall.
His dick throbbed, aching for attention.
Sammie was right there, next to him, fingering herself, and they were separated by nothing more than thin slabs of drywall.
Kieran nearly came at the realization.
His jaw clenched tight, his teeth grinding as he pumped himself again. His hairline was wet, sweat sticking his curls to the edge of his face. Sammie wasright there, and fuck, Kieran couldn’t help but wonder if she could hear him. Couldn’t help but picture her eyes on him once again, watching as he pleasured himself. Telling him exactly what she wanted to see him do.
“Fuck.” Kieran bit the word out, one hand tangled in his sheets, knuckles white as he continued to rut into his other hand. It was Sammie’s eyes that he saw, pinning him in place as he came, making a mess over his palm and stomach.
Kieran lost all sense of time, of his surroundings, floating on the aftermath of his orgasm.
