Page 17 of The First Time

All I know is that I’m all kinds of confused. These days, I’m not the type of person to make super rash decisions, but I find myself thinking about what it would be like to just give in to my desires just once.

All these years, I’ve tried my best to hate the man, but I can’t deny that my body feels another way.

I need a breath of fresh air before I do something stupid. I look over at him lying on the bed in his stupid grey sweats and no damn shirt on.

“I thought we agreed to wearing clothes,” I grumble from the table across the room.

He looks over at me. “I got hot last night.”

“Well, morning is here. You should be wearing a shirt.”

He smirks at me. “Is it that distracting to see me without a shirt on?”

“Ugh, I’m going for a walk. I want to see if they have any granola bars or something downstairs.”

I grab my purse and walk out the door without a second thought. I hate how he can be so damn cocky. But what I hate the most is how right he is. Itisdistracting to see him without a shirt on.

What time is it in Georgia? I think I need to talk to Charlotte. I reach for my phone, only to come up with an empty pocket. Shit. I left it in the room.

Luckily, my purse has my hotel key in it. I wouldn’t put it passed Josh to refuse to let me back in without apologizing or something equally annoying.

I open the door and stroll back in, determined to keep my head down and retrieve my phone. But his sudden gasp of surprise forces my eyes in his direction.

“Oh my god!” I scream as I watch Josh gripping his dick.

“What the fuck! I thought you were going downstairs,” he shouts.

“I forgot my phone.”

His eyes bore into mine, but I can’t hold them for long. I’m too busy looking at the most perfect dick I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I mean, like long, thick, and the sexiest vein running through it. His tip is swollen like his dick is just straining to get some attention.

“Geez, Layla,” he screams in frustration.

“What are you doing jerking off the second I leave the room?”

“Because you piss me off!”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything? Wait a minute,” I hesitate, “were you thinking about me?”

His head falls back on his pillow, but he doesn’t answer. Holy. Shit. He was totally thinking about me.

“Well, don’t stop on my account. You were thinking about me. Why not finish while looking at the real thing?” I say as I throw my hands up in the air.

I don’t know what the hell I’m suggesting. I can’t watch him do this. I’d literally never be able to look at him the same again.

My panties are already soaked from the excitement of the idea. I don’t know if it’s knowing he was thinking of me, even if it was in some kind of weird, angry way, or just the sight of his sexy abs as the backdrop of this perfect image. But all I know is my body is fully on board for this weird show I’ve just requested.

Hell, I said I needed to find myself on this trip. Before I owned the restaurant, I was bold and free. I did what I wanted. Maybe this can be my first experience back to that girl. Zane would totally be high-fiving me right now.

“I’m not gonna jack off in front of you, Layla,” he bites out.

“Really? Cuz your dick is still in your hand, and it looks like it’s even harder now. Do you like the idea of me watching?” I raise my eyebrow with a challenge.

I watch a little bit of precum drip out of his tip. It lands on his thumb, and I think I might pass out. I rub my legs together and feel the friction ease the ache that’s building.

“Fuck, I’m going to hell for this,” he says. “Alright, Freckles. You asked for it.”

“Don’t call me that,” I bite back, but he just smiles.

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