Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
What should I do? I asked myself, already knowing the answer.
5
HAILEE
My bedroom door handle clicked softly. I held my breath. The wait had felt so long that I’d nearly given up on him visiting me. But now Logan was standing in the doorway, looking at me with such intensity that I felt his gaze like a physical touch. There was no need to wonder whether he’d seen the footage, or if he’d heard me moan his name. He’d seen and heard everything, and he knew exactly what I wanted from him.
At the time, I was so nervous, I almost couldn’t bring myself to go through with it. But after a while, the dirty fantasy took on a life of its own. It was almost as if he were really there, in my bedroom, watching me. I couldn’t stand the thought of him being so close and yet so far away. I begged him to touch me, to fuck me, to make me understand why he’d go to such extreme efforts to observe me. Did he feel the same way about me as I felt about him? I knew as soon as I said his name that there’d be no going back. It was a risk I was willing to take.
My heartbeat thundered as he stepped into the room. I’d spent the last hour tossing and turning, aching for relief but too anxious to touch myself. The sight of the obvious bulge in his boxer shorts had my insides tightening.
I squeezed the blankets as he strode toward the bed with a slow, predatory swagger. He scrutinized my face, probably looking for signs of fear or disgust. I was afraid, but not of Logan. I was afraid of myself and the depths of my perversion. How far was I willing to let this go?
Arousal curled like smoke in my belly as he pulled back the covers and slid into bed with me. I gasped as his cool skin pressed against my warm side. He draped his arm over my ribcage, just below my breasts. His face was so close to mine. I was sure we’d sat this close or even closer countless times before, but this felt altogether different. I stared into the dark pools of his pupils.
“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see,” he said, his voice huskier than I’d ever heard it before.
I bit my bottom lip and let it slip free slowly. “So did you.”
He smirked. His skin glowed warm in the dim light from the bedside lamp. God, he was handsome, and the hunger in his gaze was all for me. I felt his erection against my hip. The man who had taken such good care of me was hard, and there was no doubt that I was the one who’d made him that way.
I’d never felt so desirable.
“You don’t seem to mind,” he said, sliding his hand over the bare stretch of abdomen left exposed by my crop top. “I think you like the idea of being watched.”
“Why would you think that?” I teased. I wanted him to admit to having recorded the footage for his own pleasure.
His warm breath washed over my neck as he whispered in my ear, “The way you moaned for me while finger-fucking yourself might have hinted at it.”
Logan’s dirty talk made me shiver. I writhed like a cat, pressing hard against his body, especially his erection. He let out a low, raspy groan as he ground his cock into the softness of my hip.
“It’s not just about being watched,” I said. “It’s about who’s doing the watching.”
His hand paused on my abdomen for a second before sliding higher, beneath the hem of my tank top. “How does it feel to know that I’ve been watching you?”
“It feels… Feels…” I could barely form coherent thoughts in response to his fingertips gliding over the undersides of my breasts.
“Does it make you wet, Hails?”
“Y-yes,” I admitted.
“Does it make your pussy ache for me?”
I nodded as he gently squeezed my breast. Everything he did to my nipple, I felt echoed between my legs. I was torn between pressing my thighs together and spreading them wide. My body craved physical contact as much as it instinctively wanted to make room for him. I had lost the ability to think critically, so caught up in the physical sensations.
“Give me those gorgeous lips, Hails.”
I turned my face toward him. His lips brushed mine softly, teasing them for a moment before he kissed me for real. I closed my eyes and allowed my world to narrow down to only the places where he touched me. My side, my hip, my sensitive nipples, and now my lips. He pinched my nipple, making me gasp, which he then used as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I touched his shoulder, and then his hair, sliding my fingers into the soft, wavy locks. He groaned with pleasure as I closed my fist, pulling slightly on the hairs close to his scalp.