Page 85 of Fake Shot

Jerome Waters. Tell me when you have more info and we’ll pay him a visit.

Jameson

Don’t make plans for tomorrow evening. Derek will have what we need by then.

I’ve just finished re-reading when the first moan comes from the bathroom. It’s distinctly sexual. The kind of sound that makes my dick strain against my boxer briefs. I want to know exactly what she’s doing that’s resulting in that sound. Is she touching herself? Is she thinking of me while she does it?

The second moan is significantly louder. The kind that I’m certain she wants me to hear. I glance over at the door and notice that it’s cracked open. Light is streaming through, but from where I’m lying on her bed, I can’t see anything.

She moans again, so loud I’d probably hear her if I was upstairs in my own apartment, and I have no doubt whatsoever that it’s for my benefit. She wasn’t even this vocal yesterday morning when my face was between her legs and she was coming on my tongue.

I should get up and leave. She knows my willpower is only going to last so long, so she’s testing me. And even though I know exactly what she’s doing, I still can’t make myself go. My dick is so hard it’s painful, and all it wants—all I want—is to be with her.

You don’t have to have sex with her,I tell myself.There are plenty of other things that will satisfy both of you until she figures her shit out.

My feet hit the floor before I’ve even decided I should get up, and I take the few steps to the bathroom tentatively. Through the crack in the door, I can see the top half of her on the other side of the glass. One of her arms is restingagainst the wall under the showerhead, her back arched and her face tilted up so the shower spray hits her tits and rolls down her flat stomach, as her body rocks backward and then forward. She’s letting out small grunts of pleasure, and I can’t contain my curiosity—what is she doing to pleasure herself?

I tap the door slightly, pushing it into the room just enough that I can see the rest of her body. I regret it instantly, because the image in front of me is straight out of a porno and will live rent free in my head forever.

Her fingers circle her clit slowly as she leans back onto some sort of a dildo suction cupped to the wall of the shower, and watching her pussy take it over and over has a grunt escaping straight from the back of my throat. As she turns her head and looks at me, there’s not even a hint of surprise on her face—it’s like she knew I’d be standing there eventually.

“Fucking hell, Jules.”

Raising her eyebrow as if to challenge me, she asks, “You joining me?”

I couldn’t say no right now if my life depended on it.Even the awareness that this could jeopardize my friendship with her brother and make me an outsider in this family I’ve found for myself in Boston, even knowing that this is taking what we started yesterday morning to a whole new level, one we can never come back from...none of that feels like a reason to stop myself from accepting her invitation. In fact, it all feels like a reason Ishould—a first step in making this permanent.

I don’t know what permanent means for a guy like me, or if it’s even what she wants, but it’s suddenly the only thing I can think about: I want her in my life forever. I want to comehome to her after a road trip, I want her at my games with my last name on her back, I want to wake up with her in my arms, I want to make her grilled cheese sandwiches when she doesn’t feel like cooking, and make sure her dad doesn’t come around harassing her for money. I want to take care of her, and mostly, I want her to want me for more than sex.

I bend, sliding my boxer briefs to my ankles before I step out of them. Her eyes are huge and her smile is feline as she eyes my cock where it stands at attention, straining to be near her.

She sinks back onto that dildo as she stands, and with her ass pressed against the tile wall, she leaves room for me to step past her and into the shower.

“Get in here.” Her words are practically a purr even while she’s being demanding.

I take a step closer, noting the way her back is arched so she can tilt her hips to accommodate the toy, while still standing up enough to leave me room to fit through the opening left where the glass wall ends. Her shoulders are back, and the water runs down her chest in rivulets—I want to trace their path with my tongue, I want her nipples between my lips, I want to feel the way her whole body shakes when she orgasms.

“I love that you think you’re giving the orders here,” I say.

One more step and I’m at the edge of the shower, I’m teetering on the edge of my sanity as well. Stepping over that marble ledge andnothaving sex with her is going to take every ounce of self-control I have. But she deserves better for her first time than being fucked in a shower. Hopefully, there’ll be plenty of opportunities for that later.

“I’m glad you’re already in the shower.”

“Why’s that?” she asks coyly.

“Because I fully plan on getting you dirty, and this will make it easier to clean you up afterward.”

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck as I step into the spray. The water hits my back, and her slick breasts slide along my chest, resting my other hand on the wall behind her as my mouth crashes onto hers.

It’s a greedy kiss, full of the need and longing we’ve both been reluctantly holding on to. Our lips and teeth and tongues clash like we’re devouring each other, both of us fighting for dominance in this situation. I’ll give it to her, because I know she wants to feel like she’s in control...but I’m going to make her fight for it first.

Her hands skim up my sides lightly, then she hooks her arms up my back, pulling me closer to her so she can slide her body against mine as she starts rocking her hips. I feel her groan of frustration a moment later.

“What’s wrong, princess? Am I too tall for you to rub your clit along my cock like you’re desperate to do?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“Allow me, then.”

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