Landon’s does too. I can hear it. Just this tiny little hitch that honestly makes my next moan not nearly as fake as I need it to be.
“Okay. Bye,” Darcy says. “Not listening to this. Call me when you’re done.”
I giggle through my next put-on moan, not able to hold it back any longer.
When the line goes dead, I pull the phone away from my ear and burst into laughter. Ben and Landon do too, but Landon’s seems a little strained.
“Jesus,” Ben says. “I’m no better than a teenager, I swear.”
The levity is nice, especially after the strain of the morning.
When our laughter dies off, silence falls over the room, and Landon clears his throat. “I’ve gotta run to the bathroom. Be right back.”
He’s gone before either of us can answer.
I share a look with Ben. “Do you think I upset him?” I ask, fear choking me. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Not everything is one big joke.
Ben shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
I bite my lip hard. “I’m gonna go check on him.”
Chapter 13
Landon
Fuck. Oh, holy fuck.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, the echo of Parker’s moans still ringing in my ear.
I close my eyes, willing my annoying cock to behave.
It’s impossible. I’ve been some level of turned on since I woke up to Parker wrapped around me, their warm body pressed against mine. Then the kiss. God, that fucking kiss. And now this. Now Parker’s moaning is reverberating through my skull. The breathy little noises and the way they arched their back. I can’t. I just can’t.
My dick throbs, spilling sticky pre-cum into my boxers. Pressing a hand over it doesn’t help. My hips jerk forward on their own, seeking friction.
I take a deep breath, trying to get myself together.
Fuck. I can’t.
Lightning quick, I dip my hand into my pants, pulling my aching cock out. God, this is so embarrassing. It pulses against my palm, pre-cum rolling from the tip over my fingers.
There’s a knock on the door that nearly makes me jump out of my skin. “Lan? You okay?”
Of course it would be Parker. Beautiful, bright, adorable Parker with moans that sound like they come right from my deepest fantasies.
“I’m alright,” I choke out.
There’s silence, and just when I think they’ve walked away, they sigh loud enough for me to hear it through the door. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t.” I mean, yeah, they did, but not in a bad way. More in anI need them to go away so I can come before my body takes the choice away from meway. “I’m okay.”
“Alright,” they say softly. And then there’s nothing. Just silence.
“God,” I whisper to no one, then I give the head of my cock a squeeze. My knees almost buckle.
I’m nothing but ache. Ache and the feeling of Ben’s tongue on my bottom lip. Ache and the sound of Parker’s moans. Ache and Ben’s hand tangled in my hair. Ache and Parker arching into nothing, voice whiny and breathless.
I stroke myself once. Slowly. Then again.
