“Landon?” I gently push on his door, but soon as it opens, I see why he didn’t answer me.
He is on his bed, shirtless, his pillowy bottom lip caught between his teeth. One arm tucked under his head while his cock is in his other, pumping it. His body looks as if it’s carved from stone. His abs flex and ripple in motion with his movements. He is fucking his fist, and I can’t move; I can’t look away. He’s beautiful. A slight sheen of sweat has broken over his body and I watch a drop roll down his chest. I have a strong urge to follow it with my tongue. I stand there just watching as his hand firmly grips himself, moving in long sensual strokes from base to tip, where precum is gathering and making the red head of his cock glisten. My mouth goes dry, and I can feel heat creep up my neck while my underwear grows wet with my arousal.
I’m hypnotized in place until his voice is breaks me out of my stupor.
“Either come help me, Letty, or get out.” His voice is gravely, his jaw clenching and unclenching in time with his hand. The sight and the tone of his voice has me rubbing my legs together, just to get some friction to help relieve the ache that is growing between my legs.
“Letty…” It comes out in a choked groan.
“Oh, um, shit sorry.” I spin around and close his door, but I don’t move any further. I keep listening because that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. All ripped muscles holding firmly onto his….it can’t possibly be that big.
I press my back to the wall and keep listening, his groans and grunts are so primal they have me slipping my hand into my underwear before I can stop myself. I groan in response when I truly feel how wet I am. Whimpering I start to play and tease my clit.
With every groan I hear from Landon my knees grow weaker as I get closer. I circle my clit, adding more pressure. I’m about to slip a finger into my empty pussy.
“Oh, fuck Violet.”
My heart stops. I freeze in place thinking he has come to the door and seeing what I’m doing. Slowly I turn my head to the door, my hand still in my underwear, but the door remains closed, he hasn’t caught me.Thank God.
“Yes Violet, fuck, just like that.”
“Fuck,” I murmur at the realisation he’s thinking of me.
“Good fucking girl, taking me so well.”
His praise sends an added bolt of pleasure down my spine, I’m so close, I slip two fingers into my waiting pussy.
I want to fall with him. But just as I’m about to reach the peak, the sounds he makes as he comes breaks through the haze.
Shit what am I doing?
I run back to my room where I throw myself onto my bed.
What. Just. Happened.
Was that hot? Yes.
Do I wish I had come with him? Yes.
Was that wrong? Yes, very much yes, so wrong.
Just go to sleep, stop thinking about it.
Don’t think about Landon and his cock, or Axel and his mouth, or Maverick and his heated stares that feel like caresses.
Just go to sleep. Close your eyes.
Just do. Not. Think about the guys.
But my brain doesn’t quite get the memo, and images of Landon fucking his fist come racing forward. Followed by the thoughts of Maverick running his tattooed hands up my thighs reaching for my soaked pussy, showing how needy I am for them. Then Axel kissing and sucking along my neck up to my jaw where he playfully bites my earlobe, with one of his handspossessively holding onto the back of my neck, while his other is groping at my breast.
Moaning at the images and rubbing my legs together, I sit on my hands. If they are trapped, then I won’t touch myself. But more images of them flood my mind.
Muscles, tattoos, hungry dark gazes.
Before I can stop myself, I free one of my hands. One cups my cunt, and the other hand grabs my breast, my nipple is so stiff I groan as my palm grazes over it.
I can’t stop this time. Thinking about Landon and his cock and how his hips lifted the way they did. Thinking of Maverick’s hands as I bury two fingers into my soaking entrance. Axel’s hands on my breast, tweaking my nipples, his warm breath on my neck his other hand wraps itself in my hair until there is a slight bite of pain at my skull while he kisses his way up to my jaw.
