Page 54 of I Knead You Tonight

A fun fuck isn’t in the cards for us because I won’t be satisfied with just one night of moans and groans.

I’ll want tomorrow too. And the next day. Hell, even the one after that.

I want Drew. For good.

The bathroom door swings open and I sit up, watching the steam filter through the doorway around Drew’s figure.

My eyes travel up her legs—the very ones that could be wrapped around me right now if I hadn’t let stupid fucking feelings get in the way and mess shit up. The shorts she has on are so tiny I can barely see them poking out under the hem of the t-shirt she’s wearing…the one that’s clinging to her still-damp body so tightly it tells me she’s not wearing a bra. I can see her nipples protruding through the material.

She tucks her lip between her teeth, rubbing her legs together like it’s more than just my eyes trailing along her skin right now.

I wish it was more than just my eyes. So does my hard cock.

But…she’s not ready.

I push up from the bed, sliding past her and into the bathroom.

I slam the door closed, lean against it, and lock it. Not waiting another moment, I yank my jeans down and fist my cock.

“Fuck,” I mutter, because it doesn’t feel as good as Drew’s hand felt on me, but it’ll have to do.

I stroke myself hard. Fast. Unbridled.

There’s a thump on the door. Then I hear it.

Soft whimpers and the unmistakable sound of fingers moving through wetness.

Drew’s standing on the other side of the door.

Touching herself.

I squeeze my eyes shut, conjuring up what she must look like right now.

Back resting against the grain. Legs spread wide. Panties and shorts pulled to the side, too impatient to even take them off. Fingers flying over her clit as she chases the high.

I can hear her panting and the sound has me bucking my hips into my fist, stroking myself faster.

Tighter.

“Holy shit.”

I grunt, so close to release.

Cupping my balls, I pull on them to try to stave off my orgasm; I don’t want to finish alone.

I can still hear Drew rubbing herself, can still hear the sounds she’s making, her moans growing brasher.

She’s getting close too.

“Winston…”

It’s distinctive, my name leaving her lips.

I come apart, ropes of cum splattering into my hand, nearly spilling out the sides with how much there is.

It’s all because of Drew.

Gasping for air, I rest my head against the door, trying to get my legs to stop feeling like jelly and my heart rate to even out so I don’t collapse on my way to the shower.

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