Page 57 of Blue Line

She moves her left hand, and I notice the small green vibrator she’s holding. With a push of the button, she turns it back on and guides it between her legs, a huff leaving her mouth when it makes contact with her clit. She grinds against it, her other hand going to her breast that’s covered by the thinnest shirt. It might as well be see-through because I can see her nipples poking through.

“Weston,” she whispers. “I’m so close. Touch yourself. I want to watch you.”

“You want to watch me stroke my cock while you pleasure yourself?” I ask, my hand already going to my dick pressing against my shorts.

“Yes.”

I might overthink this moment later tonight or tomorrow, but right now, I’m not thinking, just doing what she asks. Because I’d do anything for her. We are most certainly not analyzing that now.

I lift off the chair enough to push my shorts and boxers down my legs, then fist my cock and stroke myself a few times.

Her eyes flutter shut.

“Eyes on me,” I rasp, staring at her as I stroke myself harder.

She does as she’s told, moving her hips faster against her vibrator. I’m not going to last long. I was already amped up when I came in here.

“You’re so big. I wonder if I could fit you in my mouth.”

My girl’s a dirty talker? That makes me even harder.

“Do you want to find out?”

“Yes.”

“Next time. Right now, I’m going to watch you come on your toy while you imagine it’s my cock.”

“Wes,” she whimpers, and I about come at the sound of my name. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” My balls tighten, and the familiar tingle at the base of my spine starts. I need her to come now, because I can’t hold off for much longer. “Come for me, tornado. Let me see you.”

“Fuck, Wes.” Her hips buck faster against her vibrator. “Yessss,” she yells, coming undone.

I can’t stop watching her as she falls apart. I try to stave off my own orgasm so I can enjoy the view of her coming, but I can’t.

“Aghh. Fuck, yes, Hadley,” I yell, shooting cum all over my stomach.

Stars dance at the edge of my vision. I let go of my spent cock and slump back, my eyes closed.

The vibrating stops, and I open my eyes to find her sitting up in bed, staring at me.

“That was hot, Wes. So very fucking hot.”

My heart skips a beat at her calling me Wes instead of Weston. Are we finally making progress? I mean, I assume we are, since we just watched each other come.

“It was,” I mumble, reaching over to grab my shorts, which I use to wipe my chest, stomach, and hand as best as I can. I pull my briefs back on, stand up, and walk over to her.

“Thank you,” I murmur, leaning over and brushing my lips against hers.

I force myself to stand and turn toward the doorway even though all I want to do is climb into bed next to her. Hold her close to me as we fall asleep together. But we’re not there yet.

“Sleep well,” I say over my shoulder as I step into the hallway and pull the door closed behind me.

Chapter twenty-three

Hadley

I sink back against the pillows as he shuts the door. That was … hot. And totally unexpected. I thought I was going to shit the bed when he knocked. I was a little embarrassed that he heard me. I thought I’d waited long enough and he’d be asleep already.