Page 53 of Crossed Lines

“No, I don’t wanna know.”

I smile because I know he absolutely does want to know. “You know, now that you’ve got me thinking about what it would be like, I’m kinda horny.”

“Willow. No.”

“I can’t help what my body wants,” I tease. I set my empty beer bottle down on the floor and lean my back against the armrest of the couch so that my lower body is facing Beck. I let my legs fall open. I can tell he wants to look away, but he doesn’t.

“You know, I could just…” I slide my hand into the loose boxer shorts I’m wearing. “You wouldn’t even have to touch me.”

I run a finger through my wetness, lightly grazing my clit. He can’t see anything, especially since the power is still out, but I can tell he’s zoned in on what my hand is doing.

“Would you like to watch me, Beck?” I ask.

“I-I shouldn’t.”

“But do you want to?” I ask.

“Yes,” he admits, a little breathless.

That’s all I need to hear before I’m sliding the boxers down my legs. If I’m going to masturbate in front of someone, which I’ve never done before, I’m going to do it right.

“Willow,” he growls my name when I spread my legs wide.

“You can barely see me, Beck. And you don’t have to touch me. All you have to do is sit there and enjoy yourself.”

I circle my clit again and let out a quiet moan.

“I can hear how wet you are,” Beck groans.

“It’s all because of you.” I hardly recognize my own voice, it’s so full of lust.

“Fuck,” he says, barely above a whisper.

I slide my hand down and hook two fingers inside me. He shifts in his seat, and I wonder if he’s hard.

“You can join me, you know,” I tell him. It would feel much less awkward if I weren’t the only one doing this. I’m trying to be confident, but this is new for me and having someone stare at me so intently is nerve-wracking. Especially in this position.

“You want to see my cock, Willow?”

“Yes, please.” I want to do more than see it. I want to suck it. I want to feel it inside me. I want everything from him, but I’ll take what he gives me.

“Shit, this is such a bad idea,” he mumbles, but I hear his belt unbuckle and zipper go down.

I let out a small gasp when he takes himself out of his pants. Even in the candlelight, I can see how big he is. While I’m not a virgin, I haven’t been with that many people. I don’t have much to compare it to, but Beck is bigger than any other dick I’ve ever seen.

His hand moves up and down, which might be the hottest thing I have ever seen. I circle my clit, adding a little more pressure. I want this to last, but my body is begging me to come.

“Is this what you want, Willow?” Beck asks. His voice is low and heavy, and I wish I were closer to him so I could feel his breath on me. “You want me hard and needy for you?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

“Fuck, baby. Can I come closer?” he asks. My heart feels like it’s going to break out of my chest. He wants to be closer to me? Does this mean he might… he might touch me?

“Yes,” I say on a moan because apparently, yes is all I can say at this point.

He stands from the chair and kicks his jeans off and out of the way before he walks closer, hand still wrapped around himself. He falls to his knees in front of me, right in between my spread legs.

He doesn’t touch me, though. He stays right where he is, just watching.