Page 63 of Faking All the Way
ME: Good. That makes me feel a lot better about the fact that I had to go handle things after we finished our little performance last night.
Kat’s jaw drops. She looks up at me, eyes wide, then types quickly with both thumbs.
KAT: Are you saying you…
ME: Jerked off in the bathroom until I came all over my hand? Yeah, I did.
KAT: Oh my god. I THOUGHT I heard something, but I told myself I was crazy for even thinking it.
ME: Why would that be crazy? Any man who heard the sounds you made last night, who saw the way you looked when you fell apart, would’ve had a hard time keeping his shit together.
She glances up at me, and the connection between us is laced with heat even across the distance that separates our buildings. I can feel it from here, this pull between us that keeps getting stronger no matter how much I try to ignore it.
I hesitate, chewing my lower lip. I should back off, try to change the subject to something simpler now that I’ve gotten an answer to the question that was eating at me. But something about the comfort of this texting thing we’ve built over the past several days, the quiet intimacy of the bedroom, and the distance between us makes it feel safer somehow, pushing me forward.
ME: You know what I’m thinking about right now?
KAT: What?
ME: How much I want to see you do it again.
I can see her suck in a breath where she’s standing by the window. She looks over at me again, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Then she texts back.
KAT: Last night, I didn’t even get to see you.
I remember her words during our little show. How she said she wanted to see me too, wanted to know what I looked like. I echo what I told her then, but this time, there’s no acting involved at all.
ME: Dirty girl. You want to see what you do to me?
My cock is already responding, getting hard just from this conversation. Heat fills me, arousal building low in my gut.
KAT: I’ll show you if you’ll show me.
“Fuck,” I mutter out loud, the word rough in the quiet room.
I scoot to the end of the bed, my gaze locked on her across the way. My heart is pounding now, crashing against my ribs.
ME: Are you serious?
KAT: Yes.
Then she texts again quickly, as if she’s immediately second-guessing herself.
KAT: Unless you don’t want to. We don’t have to.
Jesus, how could she think I don’t want to? Before she can spiral any deeper into doubt, I send her another message that should make my feelings perfectly clear.
ME: Kat. Take off your top.
I look up to see her respond. Her chest is rising faster, her breathing getting heavier. She hesitates for a few moments, then puts her phone down on the bed beside her and slowly pulls her tank top over her head.
She’s not wearing a bra underneath, and I can see her full breasts, her curvy waist, the softness of her stomach. My cock jumps with interest, and I reach down to palm it through my sweats. She’s more gorgeous than I imagined, and I’ve imagined it a lot.
She picks up her phone, still looking over at me.
KAT: Your turn.
Smirking, I tug my shirt off over my head with one hand, relishing the way her gaze tracks the movement. The way she watches me. Then I pick up my phone again.
