Fuck.
I rub two fingers over my sleep shorts, my hips rocking against the bed as I draw little circles against my throbbing clit.
Needing more friction, I quickly slip my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, shoving them off in one swoop. I’m bare from the waist down, wet and aching for release.
It physically hurts how bad I need to come right now. If this is what blue balls feel like, I genuinely feel sorry for any man I’ve ever done this to.
Bending my legs up towards my hips, I graze one hand down my belly before settling my fingers over my needy core.
“Shit,” I groan as I push two fingers in between my slit, gathering up my juices before I bring my fingertips back to my swollen clit and rub in slow, long circles.
“God, that feels so good,” I mumble as I use my free hand to lift my tank top and free my breasts.
I immediately find my nipple, erect and tight, begging to be touched. I pinch it between my fingertips, rolling the peaked bud as I massage my clit at the same time.
I squeeze my eyes shut and pretend that it’s Owen touching me—him biting my nipple and sucking it between his teeth as he massages my pussy with his calloused fingers.
But still, it’s not enough.
I need more.
I’mdyingfor more.
I arch my back as I push one finger inside my pussy, finding myself utterly drenched. I know that this is nothing compared to how good Owen would feel inside me, but it eases the throbbing ache, just barely.
I thrust my finger in and out, removing my other hand from my breast to claw at the sheets as I shamelessly ride my fingers.
I’m right there, on the edge of seeing stars. Close enough to feel the little fireworks starting to burst low in my belly. That’s when I add a second finger, stretching my slick channel and hitting my G-spot with perfect precision.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, turning my head into the pillow to stifle my moans.
I scream into the cotton cloud, letting myself go as my inner walls spasm and quiver with an explosive orgasm.
“Oh, God.Oh, God,” I cry out as my entire body jerks, riding out the last of my release.
For what feels like an eternity, I just lay there and stare at the black ceiling. My chest rises and falls with ragged breaths as sweat sticks to my naked skin.
“What the hell was that?” I mutter to myself.
It was mind-shattering… The way my hand and a phantom version of Owen could unravel me right down to my core.Literally and figuratively.
I’ve never come that hard in my entire life.
Needing to get a hold of myself, I sit up and flip on the bedside lamp. When I look down between my legs, I immediately see the huge wet spot staining the sheets.
Good lord.
How is all of that from me?
I’ve gotten myself off countless times in bed, but I don’t ever remember leaving an actual puddle of my own cum. I don’t know if I should be impressed or ashamed of myself.
I make a mental note to call housekeeping before Owen wakes up and ask them to bring me clean sheets. I would be mortified if he saw the mess I made from just my fingers and the fantasy of being fucked by him.
Even though it’s barely six in the morning, I know there’s no chance I’m falling back asleep. Not after that.
I give up on sleep and throw the covers off, deciding a shower might help clear my head while I clean myself up.
I scoop my discarded shorts and panties off the bed, peel my tank top over my head, and toss them onto the growing pile of laundry in the corner before flicking the lamp back off out of habit.
