I think about how we’re going to sleep in the same bedroom tonight…how he’s going to be just a few feet away from me, on the floor.
That ache in my pussy intensifies. I’m turned on and restless…I’ll be tossing and turning in bed all night if I don’t do something about this ache that’s claiming my entire body.
I need to come. Fast.
I scoot up on the bed, phone in hand. I grab my vibrator from the nightstand, then I pull up the account for That Shirtless Guy.
I crawl under the covers and hide my vibrator under the pillow, just in case Blake walks back in. But as soon as I hear the shower turn on, I grab it.
I look at the last post on That Shirtless Guy’s account. It’s a video of him holding a plank.
There’s no music in the background. Just the sound of him grunting softly and panting.
I watch, mesmerized by the way the muscles in his abs and obliques twitch. His skin glistens with sweat.
All I can see is his torso. Nothing above his neck or below his waist. But that somehow makes this even hotter.
This is really all I need: a view of his torso, sculpted by all the hard work he clearly puts in at the gym.
I turn on my vibrator. I press it against my clit and gasp softly. I clamp my mouth shut, forcing myself to be quiet. I’m not sure who else is in the house other than Blake, and I don’t want anyone to hear me. I need to get off, fast. And quietly.
I kick up the speed on my vibrator. Heat simmers between my thighs. Even though it’s been less than a minute, my clit is throbbing.
My breathing kicks up. It almost matches the rhythm of That Shirtless Guy. He’s breathing hard too. But his is rougher. His tone is lower, deeper.
Is that what he sounds like in bed? When he’s jerking off?
Pleasure pulses through my pussy. My legs are shaking.
I can feel my orgasm building fast. Which is good. I don’t want this to take long. I don’t want Blake to walk in on me touching myself in his bed. I bet that would freak him out.
So I keep watching the video of this shirtless hottie holding a plank while making sexy noises, his muscles bulging, sweat dripping from his body…
And then, my brain does something it shouldn’t.
I imagine Blake as the shirtless guy. I imagine him on the floor of his bedroom, holding a plank with his shirt off, grunting and panting and sweating, just a few feet away from me…
I imagine him glancing up, catching me watching him. I imagine the corner of his mouth hooking up in the sexiest smile.
“Hey, B. You like what you see?”
Oh, god.That would be insanely hot.
This feels so naughty, fantasizing about my best friend. I should stop.
But I’msoclose.
My pussy is aching. I can feel my orgasm hovering over the horizon. All I need is a little more…
That fantasy playing out in my head resumes. He sits up on his knees and grabs me, pulling me onto the floor with him.
He slides me underneath him. I lean up and run my tongue over his chest, savoring the salty taste of his sweat, his hot skin.
Heat flickers in his eyes. His smile turns wicked, and then he grabs my wrists, pins me down on the floor, and kisses me. Hard.
Orgasm hurtles through me like a lightning bolt.
I cover my mouth with my free hand, muffling my moaning and screaming. My eyes roll back as my legs thrash against the bed.
