My eyes fly open, knowing that voice is all too real and not inside my head. I gasp when I see Connor standing there gripping the door frame. I’m under the covers, but it’s more than clear what I’ve been doing. Connor closes his eyes, and his hand grips the frame so hard that I hear the wood groan under his hold.
“I heard you say my name, and I thought…” He trails off, and his eyes open again.
We stare at each other for a long moment before he turns around and slams the door closed behind him. I think I hear a muttered apology, but all I can do is pull the covers over my head.
“Oh my god,” I groan.
Okay, now I’m never leaving this room again.
My heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to thump out of my chest.
My feet move while my brain is still trying to process what just happened, and as soon as I’m in the guest room, I slam the door closed and go straight to the bathroom. The light is off in there, but there’s a glow coming through the window, and it’s all I need. I don’t want to look at myself right now, especially with what I’m about to do.
Without hesitating, I spit on my palm and reach down the front of my gray sleeping pants. I’m not wearing any underwear, and the length of my cock is jutting straight out, hard and ready. I grip it roughly and stroke it fast, punishing my dick for being so fucking eager.
“Goddamn it,” I hiss through my teeth as I close my eyes and conjure the image of Evie spread out on my bed.
The covers blocked my view, but I could see her little hand hurrying to touch her pussy. Her knees were so far apart as the blankets moved faster, and her cheeks were flushed. All I wanted to do was crawl on my knees over to her and put my head where her hand was. I wanted to lick her fingers and then push them out of the way so I could do what she so badly needed.
“Fuck.” I slam my other hand against the wall and brace myself as I keep jacking my cock.
She said my fucking name.
How wet was her cunt? Did she push those little fingers of hers inside and pretend it was my cock? Was she rocking those hips while she pretended it was my face?
The skin on my cock is tight, and the head is red and fat. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t cum, but I don’t want it to end too quickly. Pearls of cum are beading at the top, and I swipe my fist over it and use it to lube my length.
Her hand was working so fast it was like she was impatient to cum. God, how many times could I have gotten her off while she got frustrated? When she finally came and her legs and body sagged against the bed, that’s when I wanted to put my cock in her. She’d be soft and wet, and I could slide right into her marshmallowy heat.
Would she let me cum in her? Fuck, would I even let her stop me?
I thrust into my fist while pretending it’s her body, but I know nothing will ever be as good as the real thing. I want to suck on her tits while she milks my cum out of me, and that thought is what sends me over the edge.
It comes out so hard and fast I have to put my other hand over the top of my dick to try and catch it. I try to breathe through it, but my knees threaten to buckle as I cum over and over into my hands. By the time I’m finished, I’m covered in sweat and I’m breathing like I just ran up the fucking mountain. My hands are covered in my release, and I’m a sticky mess. I should be embarrassed, but then I think about her saying my name, and my cock throbs like I didn’t just empty a load.
Stripping off my clothes, I take a quick shower and put on some clean pajamas. There’s no way I’m getting sleep now, not with what happened, and I need to talk to Evie. Okay, maybe it’s an excuse to talk to her, but I don’t want things to be awkward between us.
Knocking softly on the door, I lean in close to see if I can hear anything on the other side. “Evie?”
There’s a rustling, and then it’s silent, and for a second, I think she’s going to pretend to be asleep. A moment goes by, and then I hear her walking toward the door.
“Yeah?” she says without opening it.