Page 80 of Choosing a Forever
Now that I know he’s doing what I hoped he was doing, I can hear the subtle slap of his hand moving along his cock.
Move away from the door. You’re invading his privacy.
Right. Yes. I should move. I should leave the room, maybe the fucking house so I can get my head on straight.
But I don’t.
I can’t make myself do it.
“Mmm, I’m coming, Mack. You make me feel so good.Shit.” His voice is laced with so much desperation, it only serves to turn me on more.
I can’t stop myself any longer, I dive for the bed and lie on my side, facing away from the door before I shove my hand in my pajama shorts and start rapidly rubbing my clit.
I usually like to ease into it, work myself up, use a toy, but I know I don’t have enough time, and I’m so amped up I don’t think I need to, anyway.
I bite my pillow to stop myself from moaning out loud as I continue to get myself off. Listening to him made me so wet, my fingers keep slipping.
The shower turns off, and I know I have less than five minutes to get myself there, or I’m going to have to go to sleep even more hot and bothered than I was before.
The sounds he was making ring in my ears, and I imagine Tal’s tentative fingers rubbing my clit. He’d be a little clumsy, but that’s okay. I’d guide him, teach him everything he wants to know.
I hear the buzz of his toothbrush and work my fingers in faster circles, bringing my free hand under my shirt to pluck and pull at my nipples to add to the sensation.
My body tenses, and my pussy clenches, my orgasm sizzling through me just as the bathroom door clicks open.
I pull my hands from my pants and bring up social media on my phone so it looks like I was just lying here scrolling, but my breathing is rapid, and I’m sure my pale skin is flushed.
I hope he doesn’t notice.
I sit up and give Tal what I hope is a friendly smile, quickly scanning his underwear and T-shirt clad form. I’m quick so he doesn’t catch me staring, but his eyes are locked on my chest so he doesn’t notice.
I follow his gaze and find my skin red and splotchy, and my flush turns redder as embarrassment washes over me.
I can’t believe I did that.
Tal licks his lips and brings his eyes up to mine. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I croak. “Just… hot.”
Tal nods, a strand of slightly damp hair falling onto this forehead. “Do you want me to go turn the heat off?”
“No, no. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.” He limps over to his side of the bed and gets under the blanket, grabbing his own phone.
I roll off the bed and rush to the bathroom to do my business and wash my hands. The bathroom is still a little steamy, but that’s not what has my skin feeling hot.
No, it’s the scent ofmybody wash permeating the air. I showered before Tal, so it shouldn’t be as strong as it is, which means…
Does he use my body wash to jerk off?
I clench my thighs together at the thought.
I finish washing my hands and leave the bathroom, my mind swirling with possibilities.
Is it unethical to want to fuck your virgin fake husband who you’re deeply in love with?
Chapter 29
