Page 21 of Vile Boys

But that would never happen without her squealing for help. And then I’d lose my chance at watching this sexy show.

Instead, I bring my hand down too and start rubbing myself straight through my pants. I get even harder at the thought of her watching me too.

But she doesn’t know I’m here. Doesn’t pay attention to anything except those fingers rolling around, faster and faster, her breaths coming out in short gasps. The sounds she makes are like music to my ears, and my shaft strains against my pants, so I unzip and pull itout.

She won’t see me here. Her eyes are closed, and she’s too busy pleasuring herself to even notice someone watching her. Yearning for her. Getting turned on by her.

God, I never imagined myself doing this, let alone because of a woman, but here I am, pleasuring myself all because of a honeydew-looking girl playing with herself.

I groan with excitement as I jerk off in the dark of night, my heart rate shooting up from the idea that someone could catch me here. The sliver I peek through is like taking a quick glance into heaven itself, and I can’t get enough of watching her squirm on her bed, of seeing her get closer and closer to the edge.

Small puffs of air leave her puckered lips, and her moans get louder and louder. My hand follows her movements, quickening the pace as my tip begins to drip with pre-cum.

If she looks this way, I’m screwed, but I don’t even care anymore.

I’m playing with fire, knowing full well what kind of inferno it could unleash, but I can’t stop.

Fuck, I need her to continue. Need to watch her writhe on that bed from her own damn hands, wishing she was writhing onto mine.

I jerk off faster and faster while she circles her slit right through the nightgown.

I wonder what she’s thinking of, if it’s Ares who got her so hot and bothered, if she’s imagining his hands all over her, almost like he’s touching me too through her.

Somehow, the thought only gets me harder, the veins in my shaft pumping with vigor.

I can’t hold it any longer.

Groaning, I release myself, cum shooting out against the window, covering every inch.

By the time I’m spent, she’s stopped wriggling her fingers, and I peer inside, panting heavily.

Why did she stop?

Crystal

Shit.

I can’t do it.

I tried. I tried so hard. Back, forth, left, circular motions, everything.

None of it worked to get me to a climax.

My breaths come in short gasps from the unkempt desire, yet I can’t get off.

Why?

Why can’t I do it?

I’m doing everything I always do, yet … all I can think of is how Ares touched me down there and how my fingers can’t even come close to what he did.

I should not be thinking about him, yet that’s exactly what I’m doing because I can’t come any more thanks to him.

I grab the pillow again and scream into the void.

CRACK!

A loud bang against metal pulls me from my thoughts, and I tear the pillow away.

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