Page 73 of Exrated
“Congratu-fucking-lations.”
“Fuck you.”
“Stop being a cunt.”
“Oh, you know that word is a line you do not cross with me,” she says with a slight growl. Fuck that angry voice of hers is damn sexy.
“Oh, is it? Well, excuse me, prude.”
“Go to hell.”
“Already have a first class ticket. Porn star and all you know.”
She groans before slamming the door to the bathroom. When I hear the shower cut on. I glance toward the door, then back at the clock. She takes thirty minute showers. I can get off in five minutes. Having to share a room with her, watching her prance around in those short sleep shorts, having to ignore how hard her nipples are when she wakes up and climbs out of bed to piss. I swear she wears thin shirts on purpose. My balls are fucking heavy as shit right now. I know it’s sick, but I think I’m getting backed up.
I type in Stone Steele and Elsa on Internet Explorer and up pops the blurred out video. My gaze swings back to the door. The shower’s going full blast. I’ve beat off to this video I don’t know how many times since Jake pulled it up on the TV, and I still haven’t figured out if it’s fucked up that I get off watching my ex get fucked by her ex or not. Really, it’s just that it’s her, and I’ll take her any way I can get her. Yeah, okay, it’s fucked up.
Pressing play, I prop my phone on the pillow beside me and shove my sweats and boxers down to my ankles. At the sound of that first moan, my dick swells. The fact that Jemma’s in the bathroom naked and wet makes this all the more of a turn on. I fist my cock, watching as she grins up at the camera before slipping those perfect fucking lips of hers around that dick. I can’t see him, so I just imagine it’s my cock sliding into her warm, wet mouth. The camera pans down her body, stopping on her perky little tits. I can remember exactly what they feel like in my palms—what she smells like. The thought of how damn good her pussy tastes on my tongue makes my muscles tense and a short groan work its way up my throat. I’m jerking my shit hard, my hand slapping against my stomach. I close my eyes for a second and listen to her moans, her heavy breaths. I’m so fucking turned on right now. I reach down and grab my balls with my free hand, rolling them around in my palm. I’m close, I can feel everything in my gut tightening and threatening to explode, and my movements grow more frantic in the process. Another moan and my toes are curling.
“What. The. Hell!”
The sound of her voice forces my eyes open, but I leave my hand on my cock. She’s soaking wet, with a towel wrapped around her.Goddamn.
“Tyler, what the…”
My gaze drifts from her to the video still playing. “Stroking one out to your video, what’s it looks like I’m doing?” I ask, pumping on my cock a few more times.My pulse is in overdrive, and I feel like a shady shit, but I would never let her know it. “Now,” I motionher away with the hand that has been fondling my balls, “if you’d go back to your shower so I can finish…”
Her cheeks redden as her eyes stray back to my phone.
There’s a low groan from the video.“Show me that pretty little pussy.”
“Like this?”Her voice comes over the speakers.
“Oh, fuck yeah…”
My eyes remain locked with hers. My dick’s still in my hand when she comes stomping across the room. Water drips onto my bare stomach when she leans over me to snatch the phone. I should grab her and throw her down on the bed, rip that towel open and fuck some goddamn sense into her.
“My God, would you stop?” she says with an agitated groan.
I keep jerking my shit. “Put the fucking phone back.”
“Fuck no.” She glances down at my dick. “Stop!”
I wink at her. “Nah, but your welcome to do the shit you were doing in that video if you want.”
The next thing I know, she’s slapped me. I stop for a second and glare at her. Tensing my jaw, I give my cock a good, hard tug.
She narrows one eye and her nostrils flare. She tucks her towel under her arm. “I said stop.” She grabs my forearm and attempts to pull it away from my dick which is now getting really, really fucking hard.
I yank my arm back, and she jerks it in the opposite direction. I pull, she tugs. “Well, this is one way to help,” I say, laughing.
I snatch my arm back, but this time, she loses her balance and falls into me—and my dick. The next thing I know, teeth sink into my shoulder.
“What the—” I inhale on a hiss as I push her away.
She stumbles back onto the other bed and glares at me like she wants to fucking kill me. Her chest is heaving, her hair still dripping over her shoulder. Standing, I yank my sweatpants up before taking the few steps to the edge of her bed. I stand over her, and we stare at each other. With each passing second, her breaths fall more ragged. Rolling her eyes, she tears her gaze away and pushes up from the bed, but when she tries to walk past me, I grab her wrist and tug her back.
“You fucking hit me,” I say with a growl.
