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The memory of Hayden outside hit me again, how the light had shown the golden hues in his deeply tan skin. I thought about how hot that skin would be if I touched it, warmed from the heat and the sun. I wanted to drag my tongue over his wide, flat nipple, to sink my teeth into the hard muscles of his chest and leave a mark.
My cunt tightened as I slid along it again, as if begging me for something that I’d never had.
Normally, when I masturbated, I stayed outside. I focused on my clit, using either my fingers or a vibrator to get off. It always worked, and I found it hard to complain. I’d bought a dildo before, of course, had tried, but that felt different.
Impersonal, a bit uncomfortable. Even if I wanted to feel more, to experience more, it hadn’t really felt like my sort of thing.
However, as my mind went down so many filthy paths, as I tried desperately to picture the men naked, my pussy fluttered as though just as curious as I was.
I pressed my pointer finger against the opening of my cunt, hesitation in the touch. I thought about the times Hayden had taken my hand in his, about just how large those hands—and thus fingers—were. They were far thicker than my own, which made me gasp when I sank just the tip of one finger into me.
The heat of my cunt surprised me. Why did it suddenly not feel like my own? As if my body had changed and I hardly recognized it at all? Whatever the reason, I didn’t let myself dwell.
I sank more of that finger into me, then rubbed the heel of that hand against my clit. It wasn’t as direct as if I’d used my fingers, not enough to push me over the edge, which was why my hips moved as though seeking more.
“Yes,” I whispered into the darkness of my own mind. Even if the sun filled the room, my thoughts remained dim, clouded by lust of the scent of my own body and the fantasies that held me. “Please,” I begged to no one.
I pumped that one finger into me, raising my hips each time, wanting to go deeper.If Hayden were here, he could reach far deeper.His fingers were longer and thicker than mine, and he wouldn’t have to reach down my body to gain access. If he were there, between my legs, he could sink so far into me, to touch places that I’d never even dared with a toy.
It played like a movie in my mind, the sensation of his lips on my thighs as he plunged those fingers into me, using the hands that had protected me so many times already to bring me pleasure.
The fake him, the one in my mind, didn’t look at me like I was a kid. It didn’t reject me or push me away. Instead, it gave me everything while whispering that he had me, that he wouldn’t let me go, that he’d stay with me no matter what.
And I believed that false him because I wanted it so badly.
“Please, let me come, Hayden,” I whispered, my voice breathless and strange to my own ears. I’dneversounded like that before, hadn’t ever spoken while pleasuring myself before. Then again, I’d never been this into it, either.
It seemed absence made the heart grow fonder, or at least rejection made the libido grow more shameless.
My body started to crest over that edge, the point of no return when this shivering, tingling sensation ran over my spine and through the muscles of my thighs. Just as I gave in, prepared to drown in that wonderful, mindless pleasure, a loud crash stopped me.
My eyes popped open, and standing there at the door was the very man I fantasized about, his dark eyes wide and locked on me, a shattered cup on the ground.
Talk about a way to ruin a perfectly good orgasm…
Hayden
What the hell are you doing, you dirty old man?
The thought hit me so hard, it could have left a bruise. Not that it mattered, because as it turned out, the sight of Kenz could shut down my entire brain.
She was on top of the covers of her bed, the light pouring in through the window so not a bit of her was obscured. A forgotten towel rested at the foot of the bed and the familiar scent of her shampoo filled the room. She’d stretched out, her head on the pillow, her wet dark hair pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head, making her appear disheveled.
And the rest of her? Well, it wasverynaked. She had one hand on her breast, cupping the bottom while she stroked over the nipple. Her other hand was between her spread thighs, with one finger deep inside her as she rubbed her palm against her clit. Her hand was in the way of seeing the top of her pussy, but I easily saw where she had sunk one finger into her pretty cunt.
I should have turned around and walked out. I should apologize and tell her I was so sorry, that I’d knocked but hadn’t gotten a response, but none of that came to mind.
Especially because after I’d managed to drop the glass, she’d opened those dark eyes of hers and frozen, locking us in some strange, sexually charged standoff.
A footstep behind me woke me up, especially when from down the hall, Vance called, “Did something break? Everything okay?”
The idea of anyone else seeing her like this was unacceptable, so I quickly twisted to call back. “Yeah, it’s fine. I just dropped something. Not a problem.” I slammed the door shut, frantic to create some privacy for Kenz before she got walked in on byeveryone.
Especially because just keeping myself under control felt insurmountable. The last thing I wanted was to have to deal with anyone else going through it.
Of course, after twisting the lock, something else occurred to me. I rested my forehead on the wood, wishing it was cool steel instead to help calm my racing heart. “I meant to be on the outside of this door when I closed it,” I said softly.
The bed creaked, and the fluttering of fabric came a moment before her shy voice. “I’m decent.”
