Page 26 of A Game Of Choice


Font Size:  

Blood pounds in my ears as a fire starts in my lower belly. I shouldn’t be getting aroused by the sounds of some stranger jacking off, but the way he’s talking and how deep and husky his voice is, it’s really sexy.

Wait. He’s talking. Is he fucking someone? Oh, god. This was a really bad time to take a shower.

A few seconds later, he lets out a pained groan, indicating he’s reached his release, and my clit throbs with need as I think about him covering the tiles with his cum. God, I’m so messed up.

The water shuts off and the sounds of the curtain being pulled back lets me know whoever this is, is getting out.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I slowly pull my curtain back to peek around it. I bite my lower lip when I’m met with a view of a full, naked ass as the person bends over, drying his muscled legs. It’s a nice ass, all round and firm.

He stands at full height, and I see that his back is covered in tattoos, but he’s far away enough that I can’t really make out what any of them are.

Okay, so his body is hot. But what about his face?

I watch eagerly as the guy brings his towel up to dry his hair, turning around enough to give me a straight line of sight to his semi-hard dick. Damn, it’s a nice dick, too. I swallow hard, arousal filling me as my gaze travels up to his toned abs, over his pecs before stopping at his face.

My heart stops, pussy pulses, and I struggle to breath, because that's not just any dick. Nope, it’s Toby’s dick. Toby is standing here in the bathroom, naked... and oh god, I just heard him jerking off.

I duck back into the shower, plastering myself to the wall as I struggle to breathe and keep quiet. Squeezing my eyes shut, I bite the inside of my cheek as I wait.

It feels like a lifetime before I hear his retreating footsteps and the bathroom door close.

“Holy fuck,” I let out on the breath I was holding. “Holy shit, holy shit!” I scrub my face with my hands as I pace the small stall. I just listened to my stepbrother masturbate. Listened to him cum. And god, the dirty talk. The mouth on that man. Who was that man because he sure as hell isn’t the Toby I know.

And how do I get him to talk to me like that?

“Fuck.” I turn on the shower and stand under the hot water.

I’m in shock as I wash my body and hair, trying to figure out if that really just happened. I need to stop thinking about it, but it’s impossible.

I’m turned on and my clit is begging for attention. I've imagined having sex with Toby so many times, his hands all over my body, his cock deep inside me and, god, if he said those things to me, I’d be coming so hard I’d see stars.

I need to take care of the ache between my legs or I’m going to be uncomfortable for the rest of the day. And I can’t do it back in my room because Bianca is there. If he can touch himself in the bathroom, why can’t I, right?

I peek my head back around the curtain, checking to make sure no one else is in here. When I don’t see or hear anyone, I bite my lower lip and settle back against the wall.

Closing my eyes, I bring my fingers down over my pussy and bite back a moan as my middle finger brushes against the swollen bud.

I’m so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs as I work myself slowly, adding pressure as the pleasure builds.

I think of Toby as I move my fingers faster, wishing it was him touching me. My breathing picks up as I imagine him in the shower with me, the water beating down over his sexy naked body.

He looks at me with his hunger, eyes locked with mine as he slowly kneels to the ground in front of me.

I picture him widening my legs, making room so he can bury his face between them before he starts to suck and lick at my center. He uses those dirty words, asking me if I like it, if I want more.

I tell him yes, I want more, need more. He sucks my clit as he fills me with two of his thick fingers.

A whimper slips from my lips as I use my own fingers to fuck myself, rubbing my clit before slipping them inside me and back out again.

In my mind, Toby is the one doing sinful things to my pussy with his dirty tongue, working me into a frenzy as I grab a handful of his hair and grind against his sexy mouth.

The fire in my belly quickly burns hotter and hotter until I feel like I’m going to burst.

With my free hand, I brush it over my stiff nipple, the shock of pleasure through my body almost has me crumbling to the ground. My orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out. “Oh, god!” I sob, praying no one walks in as my pussy pulses around my fingers. My release drips down my hand. I don’t think I’ve made myself cum that hard in a long time.

I’ve only ever used my hands and a small bullet vibrator. My fingers have never really done anything for me, and seeing how I’m still a virgin, I didn’t feel right losing it to a toy. Pathetically, I’ve always hoped it would be Toby who got that honor.

But thinking about my fingers as Toby’s just now? Yeah, that worked way better than mine ever did.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com