Page 47 of Silent Damage

For a moment, I panic. I don’t know why, but something feels off—

Is this actually happening?

He says it again.

I can’t stop myself. Rising from my bed, I tiptoe to the door and crack it open to see—

Him.

Jason’s on the sofa, glancing down at the phone leaning against the pillow with hooded eyelids, one hand rubbing his chest, and the other stroking his cock.

His cock…

My mouth waters staring at his length. It’s big. Thick. The veins on his shaft swell, and even his balls are big.

Desire pools at the base of my stomach, and I crack the door open a little more because I need to see.

Is this creepy?

Yes, but he’s the one moaning my name, right?

He’s completely naked on the couch, his chiseled body highlighted by the phone screen and the warm lighting of the single lamp still on.

Sweat slicks his chest, and his feet flex as he pumps his dick.

I never knew jerking off could look this hot…

My eyes travel down to see the tent forming in my shorts.

I’m hot.

Boiling.

Breathless.

And so fucking horny.

I open the door a little more and creep out of my bedroom, still close enough that I’m hidden, but far enough that I have a better view of him touching himself.

He spits on his hand to slick his cock, and I have to grab the doorframe to keep from falling over.

That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

My hand lands on the bulge in my pants, and I squeeze, eliciting a gasp as I rest my head against the doorframe.

Then my eyes travel up to Jason’s abs. I drink in his big chest. His biceps flex as he plays with himself.

I need to see the look on his gorgeous face, so my eyes travel north to see—

Oh, fuck!

I freeze—panic smashing that warm glow at the base of my stomach like a sledgehammer.

He’s staring at me.

I croak because my throat is so tight I can’t even gasp.

Run.