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Oh, if only she knew. She would either run away screaming or be so turned on that she’d be begging for it. Before I knew it, I was back in that persistent thought of being the one to teach her things—of changing her from not-so-innocent to so dirty that she wouldn’t be caught doing it ordinarily again. It took over my body so hard that I was in danger of dragging her out of that public space and taking her somewhere so private that no one would hear her scream her pleasure.
And I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t taint her like that, not when she was trusting me enough to share her most intimate thoughts.
With care, I removed my thumb from her chin and stepped back, breaking the bubble of privacy we had. She looked bewildered, but all I did was give her a reassuring smile and wink.
“There’s a lot to it, but that’s another topic for next time. Now, go check if the kitchen needs any help. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
***
It was a bad idea to talk to her about that, and now I was suffering the consequences. I stared at the bulge in my pants, pushing so hard that it was becoming so constricting. At least I was in a private restroom reserved for when we were full, where no one could witness my downfall. But how long would this damn erection last if I didn’t do anything about it?
I tried to talk myself out of it, I really did. But as soon as my hand wrapped around my cock, it was game over and I was losing semblance of control. I hissed at that first touch, then let out a groan of relief when I started stroking. I didn’t usually resort to jerking myself off unless I was in my bed, horny as fuck after a long day, but being around Sophie was like turning on the horny switch to full blast. It didn’t help that our conversation earlier made me think of all the things I could do to her. Of all the things I could show her.
“Get her off your mind, fuck it,” I grumbled to myself, even as my cock was having a blast.
I tried to shut my mind down, but images popped up beyond my control. I diverted my thoughts to my past sexual encounters, recalling all the positions and places I'd taken women in and how good they had felt each time. I imagined a faceless woman kneeling to take my dick and opening wider while I fucked her mouth. I imagined her making all sorts of pleasurable noises while I thrust inside her wet cavern, loving it as much as I did. But the image wouldn’t stick, and soon it morphed until the faceless woman was no longer faceless. In its place was a young, beautiful face, her blue-green eyes peering up at me while her lips worked like a suction around my erection.
“Fuck. Fuck it.”
I gripped the wash basin in front of me and looked at the figure in the mirror. My shirt had ridden up and my pants were unzipped, displaying my heaving stomach and the shaft that jutted out and peeked from time to time in between my fingers. It felt lecherous yet so good at the same time, and soon the image of Sophie blowing me became that of her bent over the restroom counter while I lifted her skirt and positioned myself behind her. I would fuck her good, and she would love every second of it. I even imagined her from the very start of the fantasy as she walked in on me, her eyes so wide and her mouth dropping open—
“Sebastian?”
It took me a second or two to comprehend that my imagination was giving way to reality and the Sophie standing by the door wasreal.That should have been enough for me to stop, but the sight of her was a trigger that sent me fisting myself harder. I squeezed until I had to bite back a groan, then gripped the counter so hard that I was afraid it would collapse from the force.
“Get out,” I bit out, then toned down my voice to be gentler. “Please. You don’t want to see this, sweetheart.”
She made a sound. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to imagine it was a sound of pleasure.
“Did you get hard from our conversation? Or was it something else?”
My eyes snapped open and flew toward her at her question. Disbelief coursed through me when I saw that the door was closed again… except she was inside, looking so unsure but so fascinated as she looked at me. Not my face, but the hand on my cock. Once again, I forced myself to stop, but it was damn near impossible.
“It was a combination of things,” I managed. “Sophie, the staff also uses this restroom, so I suggest that you either leave or—”
The click of the lock stopped me from saying the rest. I searched her face and noted her determination.
“I want to see,” she whispered. “I just want to see.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m curious.”
“Shit.” This was torture. It was also a fantasy come to life, just not in the way I imagined it. A gentleman would have stopped, but I never claimed to be one. Making up my mind, I slowed down, removing myself from the peak to a place where I could still have time to savor this. It was a lecherous move, but there was no helping it when it came to her.
“It’s really hard.”
Laughter choked in my throat. “You think?”
“And big. You’re huge, Sebastian.”
It was an observation more than anything, but I took it as a compliment.
“I haven’t had any complaints.”
Silence filled the room, and the only sounds present were the slap-slap-slap of my fingers and my harsh breathing. After a while, I picked up on her breathing, too.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
