Page 94 of Pretty Broken Wings
I understand now why Raven asked me to look away.
But I can still feel her tension from beside the bed. Can practically smell the way she’s sweating. I’m already making a fool of myself, so why not a little more?
I gather the pillows under my crotch and give a test hump. The bed moves, but not as much as it would if I had a real body under me. A real body like Raven.
Fuck.
I still feel her stiffness from here. She’s miserable. I’ve spent my whole life trying to keep people from being miserable. So, I dig my own proverbial grave and double down. “Pillow humping, out of ten. Ratings for form, passion, and…” I trail off as I adjust the pillows so they’re closer to the headboard. I grab the headboard as I thrust, giving a satisfying creak. “And volume.”
“Are you… making a joke?”
I want to snort. I haven’t joked in so long that I clearly don’t know how to do it. This is going very badly. Everything is going very badly. This is not the image I had in mind when I thought about doing things with Raven.
There’s a moment where I hesitate. Raven’s using me to get back at Axel. Just like Jess did.
The hurt makes my chest clench so hard I have to pull in a breath. I should definitely stop. I should definitely run the other way as fast as I can.
“A rating, huh?”
I shudder out a breath. “Yeah.”
It’s not like I’m fucking her. It’s not like Jess. This is fake.
I start humping the pillows in front of Raven. I grip the headboard and slam it forward every time I thrust, making the bed creak. I try harder, seeing if I can make it hit the wall.
I can.
I find that I don’t even need to hump as much as I do just thrust the headboard into the wall.
Besides the creaks, it’s silent. Awkwardly silent.
“Do you think he can hear?” Raven asks.
I slam the bedframe back harder. I’m sure he followed us, and I’m sure he can, but I want to get Axel off her back. To make it absolutely clear that a boning is happening in here.
So, I commit the ultimate suicide in front of Raven.
I moan.
I moan like there’s really someone under me. Like I’m sliding my dick into a hot, wet pussy. Like I’m sliding into Raven.
Thatis not an image I needed because now I’m fucking hard while I’m supposed to be pretending. Every little movement sends a brush of sensation to my dick, and I stiffen my hips, leaning all my energy into my forearms.
Fuck, she’d feel so good beneath me. Or on top of me. Or anywhere she wanted.
No.
Stop.
Fuck.
The groan I let out this time is real. It just makes my cheeks flush more. Despite the fact that I’m keeping my hips stiff, themovement up top is still brushing the pillows under me, stroking my dick where it’s pressed against my leg.
Don’t come. Don’t fucking come.
I think about anything I can to distract me. Work. The upcoming case. The one Raven’s helping with. Her soft, gentle hands. What they’d feel like tracing down my back for real, and not just in a shower fantasy.
Fuck.
