Page 70 of The Match Faker

The thought of her wearing my clothes and the fabric brushing against her bare skin, made my dick harden again. This was out of control. If I’d known she’d be here tonight, I would’ve got myself off before she came. I mean, before she came upstairs. But everything was so unexpected.

Mia went on tiptoe as she tried reaching for a white T-shirt. She attempted to pull it down with one hand, but when it didn’t budge, Mia reached up with the other to try and yank it free from the hanger. But she must’ve forgotten she also needed to hold on to the duvet, so it dropped to the floor, leaving her standing there.

Butt naked.

Sweet. Jesus.

Her back was fucking exquisite. As for her arse, it was what wet dreams were made of. My cock agreed. If I didn’t look away right now, I was in danger of coming in my boxers.

‘Shit!’ She bent down to pick up the duvet.

Holy. Fucking. Guacamole.

Mia’s arse when she was standing upright was already beautiful, but seeing it in the air as she bent over was… I had no words.

I should help her, but I couldn’t let her see me like this. The semi I’d had when I was in the spare room was nothing compared to the wood in my pants right now. There was no way she’d agree to sleep in my bed if she saw what was between my legs, and I couldn’t blame her.

‘Oh my God!’ She wrapped the duvet around her. ‘I’m so embarrassed.’

‘You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. I… sorry I didn’t mean to look and I hope you don’t think I’m a creep for saying this, but, Mia, your body’s fucking amazing.’

‘Oh… thanks,’ she murmured. ‘I-I don’t think I’m tall enough to reach the T-shirt. The rail’s too high. Could you help?’

‘Why don’t you take one of my shirts instead? They’re on the lower rail to the left.’

‘Okay.’ She shuffled over, gripping the duvet like her life depended on it. ‘I’ve got one. Can you turn the light off?’

‘Sure.’ The room went dark. I heard the hanger being plucked from the rail and the sound of the wardrobe doors closing.

‘I’m getting in bed now.’

‘Okay. I’ll face the other way.’ I whipped my body around. ‘You can put your duvet in the middle, between us. So you don’t have to worry about me touching you. Not like that,’ I added quickly. ‘I mean our bodies touching. By accident. When we’re sleeping. Like if we move around.’

I couldn’t even string a damn sentence together. The image of Mia’s naked body was ingrained in my brain. Again.

Although I’d always been too chickenshit to admit it, I’d always liked Mia. Even when I went to Spain, I still thought about her. Didn’t matter who I dated, she was always in the back of my mind. Sometimes at the front too.

That shitty night that I’d ended up with Sunrise and couldn’t get it up, it was Mia that I thought about. I’d pictured the first time I’d seen her bare arse.

I must’ve been sixteen. One night Mum and Dad were arguing, so I’d gone over to her parents’. Her mum answered the door and sent me upstairs to find Mia.

It was a hot summer’s evening and when I went to her room, she was just wearing a T-shirt and nothing else.

But it wasn’t any T-shirt. It was mine. I couldn’t even remember how she got it, but that wasn’t important.

Seeing her in my T-shirt set something off inside of me. The whole time I was there I couldn’t stop thinking about what was underneath. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs. And the temptation to reach over and kiss her or touch her was insane.

Then when Mia bent over to pick up something on the floor and the T-shirt rode up, exposing her naked arse, I nearly lost my damn mind.

That vision had been ingrained on my brain ever since.

Whenever I was with a woman and wasn’t really into it, all I had to do was press play on that mental movie of Mia’s beautiful butt and I’d be good to go.

But now, I didn’t have to rely on past memories. Now Mia was here in my bed. Wearing my shirt. With nothing on underneath. I’d managed to control myself that night, but I didn’t know if I’d have the same willpower.

I desperately wanted Mia to put that duvet between us.

I needed her to.

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