Shit. Now I’m thinking about that night, the way he moaned, the way his face contorted in pure pleasure. The rise and fall of his chest, the way his brows furrowed together.
But most of all, the heat burning in his eyes as he came undone. The way his body moved, his chest heaving, pure lust in his gaze as he locked eyes with mine.
Fuck!
“Oh my god!” Taylor hisses in my ear. “You’re hard.”
“No, I’m not,” I choke out. Shit. I am. Fucking hell.
“You’re thinking about him, aren't you?”
“No.” My heart is pounding, all my blood flooding to my cock.
This was a bad idea, a very bad idea.
I’m so damn hard and turned on. Not because of the girl under me, but because of the guy across the room.
I totally am thinking about him. How it would feel if it were my mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him all the way down my throat. His hand in my hair, tugging as he used me for his pleasure.
I’d swallow him good, take every drop he was willing to give me.
I’m panting heavily now, my groans real. But they are groans of frustration, because I’m so turned on it’s painful.
I’m about to move when Taylor grabs my cock.
It takes me by surprise, but fuck, it feels good. She squeezes hard, making my eyes roll back. I can’t help it, I can’t hold back.I cum hard, shuddering above her as I spill my load inside my jeans.
My cock jerks under her touch, wishing it were his.
God, what is wrong with me? This is so messed up.
Reality slams back into me. I freeze as Taylor chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she whispers.
Horrified by what just happened, I scramble out of bed.
It’s not that Taylor jerked me off, that's freaking me out, I trust and love Taylor, even if it’s not in a romantic way.
It was the fact that I came wishing it was Bennett under me, not my girlfriend.
I’m not supposed to think about him that way. I’m over him. I’ve been over him for years.
I can’t let just one night ruin that.
I need to be over him. Because what other option is there? He hates me. I hate him.
Even though I really want to fuck him.
What the hell, Easton?!
Rushing out of the room, I head down the hallway to the bathroom.
Locking myself in a stall, I lean against the wall and try to breathe. My heart is racing a million miles an hour.
I can’t believe that just happened. What was I thinking?
Groaning, I look down at the wet spot in my jeans. Well, I haven’t done that since I was a teenager. Lovely.
“Easton?” Taylor’s voice makes me jump.
