Page 32 of Pleasure Island
Part of me didn’t even want to.
This much, at least, I was comfortable with.
Dropping the brochure on the bed next to me, I slid my hand down and cupped my cock through the workout pants I wore.
It was late, and I was tired and relaxed from the beer I’d consumed. It was the perfect combination to let my mind wander. And it wandered straight to Mila, bringing to mind questions like how it would feel if it wereherhand touching me.
I closed my eyes, blocking the room out and let myself pretend.
Her hazel eyes glinted at me as she stroked me. Since it was my fantasy, I pretended I wouldn’t worry about things like humor or disappointment as she wrapped her hand around my cock, then dragged it up, down, slowly, over and over again.
I echoed the fantasy out as I lay there in my bed, fisting my dick and arching up into my hand while imagining it was Mila. Her golden-brown hair spilling around us, that wide mobile mouth curved into a smug smile as she brought me to my knees.
It should have been a demoralizing thought, but for some reason, the thought of kneeling in front of Mila didn’t bother me. Especially if I got to touch her while I was doing it. Touch her like Fantasy Mila was touching me.
I moved faster, the line between fantasy and reality blurring as the burn of lust crawled through me.
I had never felt it like this, and it was both dismaying and…well, pretty fucking great.
I came hard and fast, the orgasm knocking the wind out of me as I lay there.
As my cum cooled against my heated skin, I closed my eyes and gave my cock a few last strokes, shuddering at the sensation.
Well, even if my sex life sucked, at least my imagination was improving.
