Page 65 of Faking All the Way
I lean forward a little, my gaze locked on her, zeroed in on the way she’s touching herself. Wanting to see every movement,every detail of this. She’s so fucking stunning it hurts to look at her. I can see from here that she’s wet, her arousal gleaming on her fingers as she starts to move them faster.
God, she’s killing me right now. I want to keep texting her, to say so many more things. To tell her how beautiful she is, how much I want her, how I wish I was there. But I can’t look away long enough to type. I murmur words to myself instead, so absorbed in watching her that it’s almost like we’re in the same room.
“That’s it. Just like that. Fuck, you’re perfect. You look so good like this. Don’t stop.”
She definitely can’t hear what I’m saying, but maybe she can read my lips—or maybe it’s just the connection between us cutting across the lawn like a bolt of lightning—because she seems to respond anyway, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate as she chases the building sensations. I can see her getting more worked up, her fingers flying faster as she gets closer to the edge. Her back starts to arch, her hips rolling into her own touch.
And then her climax hits. I can see the exact moment it happens as her back arches fully, her head tipping back. Her hips thrust toward her hand a little and her body shudders as she comes, pleasure washing over her in visible waves.
I lose all restraint as the sight burns itself into my mind. My hand moves fast and hard, stroking myself with rough pulls until I can’t hold back anymore. I grunt heavily, the sound torn from my throat as my cock jerks. Spurt after spurt of cum coats my hand and stomach, so much that it seems for a second like it’ll never stop.
It takes a while to come down from it. I’m breathing hard, my chest heaving as I stare at Kat across the way. She’s still got her hand between her legs as her own orgasm subsides, watching me with heat still visible in her flushed face.
We stay like that for a long moment, just looking at each other across the distance. Then I finally reach for my phone with my clean hand, managing to grab it.
ME: Last night was a lot like that. Only I was a hell of a lot more quiet.
I can see her laugh softly, her shoulders shaking. It makes me grin despite the little spikes of arousal still shooting through me.
I look down at my messy hand and the streaks of cum on my thighs and stomach.
ME: I’d better clean up.
She looks at her own hand, color flooding her face again.
KAT: Yeah. Me too.
That makes me groan, a low sound that vibrates in my chest as I think about how wet she must be, her fingers slick with her own arousal.
I get up and go to the bathroom, cleaning up and pulling my pants back up. The fabric feels rough against my oversensitive skin as I tuck my softening cock away. By the time I finish and go back into the bedroom, Kat is coming out of her bathroom too, also having gotten dressed again in her tank top and shorts.
When I see her check her phone like she’s looking for a message from me, her face expectant, I quickly snatch up my cell phone, my thumbs moving across the screen.
ME: I’m glad you told me the truth.
She grins, the expression lighting up her face.
KAT: Same. Definitely.
As I stand in the middle of my bedroom looking at her in her own room in the main cabin, I seriously consider going over there. Walking across the snowy yard between our buildings and knocking on her door. Keeping this going, but face to face instead of across a distance by text. I want to be in the same room as her, want to touch her for real, want to hear those sounds she makes up close.
But I know I shouldn’t.
I already just blew past a line I knew I shouldn’t cross. Went way past the boundaries of our fake relationship into territory that has the potential to make everything more complicated. I need to be smarter than that, need to have more self-control, despite the way my body is still keyed up and hungry for more of her.
ME: That kind of took it out of me. We should probably get some sleep.
I can’t quite read her expression from here, but I almost think I see disappointment pass over her face. As if maybe she was hoping I’d say something else.
KAT: Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’m a little tired too, it was a long day.
ME: Goodnight, bright eyes.
KAT: Goodnight.
I turn off the light and get into bed, the sheets cool against my skin. I resist the urge to reach for my phone again, to send her just one more message—which, if past experience is anything to go by, will probably turn into at least twenty more messages.
So I don’t. Because if we go down this road any further, we’re going to do something we can’t take back. Cross a line that we can’t uncross.
