He’s loosening the buckle. The button. The zipper.
“…that if you watch me…”
His fingers are sliding deeper. Flexing. Tightening. Gripping?—
“…you’ll be playing with that sweet little pussy of yours…”
Heat, pressure, clenches deep inside me.
Fuck. I slam my eyes shut—I am not turned on watching this. I am not turned on watching this—but that just makes it worse, the hot ache between my legs now pulsing with the needfor attention, fortouch, and I have to sink my teeth into my lower lip just to avoid letting out a sound.
And yet I can’t look away.
“…that’s it.”
His fist pumps, and as his hips buck into his knuckles, the thick head of his cock glistens between his tight fingers.
Holy shit, holy shit, I think.I am watching Blue jerk off on camera.
Even under all my layers of clothes, I can feel my nipples prick up.
“You see what you—fucking—do to me?”
No. No. I close my eyes.
“Just thinking about you?—”
On that last line, his voice dissolves into a moan, and Igasp.
My eyes fly open. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even want to. But I couldn’t not. Like some animal instinct, like he knows exactly how to do what he’s doing.
Like he’s speaking right to me.
“That’s it,” Blue murmurs in my ear. “That’s it, that’s?—”
Something raps at my door.
Someone.
“Fuck!” I choke on the word in surprise, dropping my phone like it’s a lit fuse. “Fuck,” I say again, lower, even more panicked now that I realize I basically shrieked the first time. I sit perfectly still, heart jackhammering in my ribs.Did I actually hear that, or am I just imagining things?
I don’t have to wait long to find out.
“The fuck’s going on?” comes a voice. “You in there?”
Not justavoice.
Oh, God.
In three seconds flat I rip the earbud from my ear and throw it across the room, swipe every last app on my phone closed, andthrowiton the bed for good measure. Pulse ripping through my veins, I all but fall to my feet getting up for the door.
When I open it, Blue’s hand comes out so fast I think he’s going to punch me in the face.
But no, he’s…holding something.
I blink at it. A cell phone.
“Yours?” he asks.
