Page 47 of Restrictions

“Asher?”

I can’t move. I can’t fucking move. I should. I know that, but I can’t get my body to move or my eyes to stop fucking staring at this gorgeous woman touching her own body, bringing herself so close to a release I know she desperately needs.

“Fuck.”

It’s all I can say, and her hands have stopped moving, but she doesn’t move them away from her most sensitive parts, her small body frozen in my gaze.

We don’t move.

Finally I get my brain to form another word. “Sorry.”

She’s panting. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath as she watches me, her eyes lowering to the now very noticeable bulge in my jeans and then back to my face. “You’re home.”

I nod stupidly. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

She still hasn’t removed her hands.How wet is she? How close was she to coming?

The thoughts are dangerous.

“I should go though. Maybe I can still catch the movie.”

Because that’s what I fucking want right now, a movie with Bianca, Sawyer, Nadia, and Porter.

Not to be balls deep inside of Viv.

Just keep telling yourself that, asshole. Move your fucking legs.

“Don’t go.”

What the fuck did she just say?I look at her in confusion and see that the hand over her breast has started to move again. I watch the movement, making an educated guess that she’s squeezing her breast, maybe her nipple. “Viv...”

“You’re not touching me. It’s not breaking the rules.”

I swallow, trying to wet my now very dry throat, making it almost painful to swallow. “I can’t watch this.”

The hand inside her shorts starts to move, and I think I might pass out from lack of blood in any other part of my body other than my cock. “Why? You don’t like it?”

I let out an audible groan as I watch her, my hands actually physically aching to touch her. “Of course I do.”

“So then, watch.” Her eyes meet mine as the hand inside her shorts moves faster, and she bites her bottom lip, making eye contact that I could come from. She looks more confident now than I’ve ever seen her be.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

Her voice is husky as she rubs herself, my cock strains against my constrictive jeans, and I want to give in. I want to go over to her and take over, but watching her use her own body is something that will stay with me forever.

“Because it’s wrong.”

Why does that make it so much hotter?

“So then, make it even.” My right eyebrow lifts as she tips her head back and moans softly, letting me know just how good she’s feeling. “Touch yourself.”

The words are a fucking song moaned from the sexy siren side of Viv I’ve never seen before and like way too much.

“Viv.”

Her chin tips down again so I can see her eyes as the hand under her shirt slides down to the hem, lifting it over her smooth, toned stomach and up to the bottom of her full tits, showing only a hint of them. But it’s enough to make me lean back against the wall, my knees feeling weak along with the rest of me.

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