‘Yeah, right. Careful.’ He stopped and turned around, giving me a full view of his glorious bare chest and the ginormous redwood tree poking out of his boxers. ‘If you keep ogling me like that, I might start thinking you’re attracted to me.’ A devilish smile spread across his lips before he turned away, then disappeared into the bathroom.
Fuck.
‘Oh, but I am,’ I whispered as he closed the door. ‘I am very, extremely, insanely attracted to you, Ben.’
If only he knew…
Better still, if only the feeling was mutual…
38
BEN
Fuck.
I pressed my back against the bathroom door and squeezed my eyes shut.
That was close.
Thank goodness for the whole morning wood excuse thing. Otherwise I would’ve had a lot of explaining (and apologising) to do to Sarah.
I’d barely slept last night because I was so fucking horny, but in the end I must’ve drifted off from the sheer exhaustion of trying to fight my attraction towards Sarah. I was pretty sure that waterboarding or someone ripping off my toenails with a pair of rusty tweezers would’ve been less painful by that point.
When I woke up I was grateful that I’d got some sleep and made it through the night without propositioning Sarah or coming in my boxers. But imagine my surprise when I woke up to find something warm resting between my legs.
No. Let me be more specific. Thatsomethingwas Sarah’s hand and it was resting on my cock.
Yes.
If I thought I was being tortured before, the sight of her hand innocently touching it, combined with how stunningly beautiful she looked as she slept, was like simultaneously being catapulted to heaven and hell.
On the one hand it was amazing and I wished that she’d keep it there for as long as possible. But on the other, I knew there was no way I was going to last more than thirty seconds if it stayed there.
So I’d gently lifted her hand away and moved it back onto the bed.
At that point Sarah had stirred and moved her hand again, but this time it landed on my chest. Slightly safer ground, but still torture.
I’d moved her hand again and bunched up the bed sheet and pulled it up around my waist, trying to disguise the tent in my pants, but her palm found its way to my chest again.
She was still sleeping soundly and I felt bad about waking her up. So I just left her hand there and tried to think calming thoughts.
Luckily, a few minutes later Sarah woke up and I was able to ask her to move her hand.
When I told her where it had landed before, she thought I was joking. I saw how mortified she was when (I think) she realised I wasn’t, which was why I suggested she look away when I got up.
There was no way on earth that I’d be able to disguise my hard-on by that point. It had gone beyond morning wood to steel baton, so I knew the only option was to own it.
I’d hoped she’d look away to spare my embarrassment. But the interesting thing was that she didn’t. She pretended to, but I’d barely walked five steps before I could feel her gaze on me.
Sarah denied it, but when I turned around, sure enough there she was with her eyes scanning my chest, then fixating on my cock. Her eyes wide and her tongue darting across her lips.
And that was when I realised.
She liked me.
This attraction was mutual.
Fuck.
