Page 6 of Carnal

Fuck!

I readjust my cock in my jeans and make my way down the hall toward the bedroom door. I’ve gotta beat this out of myself or I’m going to be dead to the world all day. Hell, I might be anyway.

How the hell do I focus now, knowing that the woman I’ve been in love with for years might be thinking about me, too? How do I come to thoughts of her, then walk out of this room and look my son in the eye, knowing what I’ve done?

There’s no good answer to any of this. I’m playing with fire.

Leaning back on the bed, I tug my cock from my jeans and rub, fast and hard, trying to think of anything but Sasha… but it’s useless. Nothing can erase the sounds I just heard coming from my son’s ex-girlfriend.

Her long brown hair. Her sweet honey eyes. Her soft, subtle skin. Her pink lips. Her round breasts. Her thick hips and those thighs. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be tangled up with those thick, juicy thighs.

I stroke my cock faster and harder, replaying her sounds over and over in my head as I conjure up images of what her pretty face must look like as she comes.

The phone rings, and I glance toward it, praying it’s Sasha. She hung up on me after she came. I tried calling back, but I didn’t want to bombard her. Plus, I needed to get this out of my system before I did something dumb, but here I am, the phone ringing and I can’t ignore it.

“Hey.” My tone is ragged and though I’m stroking, I wonder if I should stop.

“I’m sorry about that.” Her voice is soft and frayed. “I, ugh, was working out, and I tripped and fell. It, ugh, sounded weird so… I’m not sure what you meant by all the things you said, but if you want to come over and help with the window, I’m here.”

I stroke my cock faster. Her cute little excuses and lies. Fuck!She’s into me too.How and why, I don’t understand, but it’s there. I hear it in her voice.

“Yeah? So can I ask you somethin’ straight forward?”

Don’t fucking do it! My inner voice is loud, but the blood rushing to my cock is louder.

“Sure,” she says, her tone low and soft.

“Are you lying to me?”

“About what?”

“Well, I had this suspicion that you were just touchin’ yourself, and that the things I was saying seemed to get you off. I mean, I’m touchin’ myself right now, just thinkin’ about it.”

She sucks in a few deep breaths. “What? Oh God… what?”

“Should I stop?”

Silence rings over the line, and for a second, I wonder if I’ve gotten this entire thing wrong.

“No. I mean, yeah, you should. You should stop and come over.”

My mouth hangs open and I’m not sure if I can make it from the bed all the way to her house before I explode. I’ve waited so long to touch her, to hold her, to sink into her and make her mine. Maybe that’s not what she’s asking for. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s so stupid, but I’ve… had this crush on you forever, right? Like, I mean for years, since long before I should’ve had a crush on you, and it’s gotten out of control lately.” Her voice is fast and frantic.

“How so?” I sit up and grab my jacket off the chair beside the door. There’s no way in hell I’m not going over there now.

“I went and did the dating thing, and it went to hell. I can’t think about anyone else without comparing them to you. I don’t know. It’s sick. I mean, if Mason ever found out, he’d… it would be bad. I know that. And maybe you think I’m a total weirdo now, but you said stuff to me that made me think maybe you’d be into me too. And my friend, she told me that maybe we should fuck if we were going to see where this could go and I’m all like‘no, that’s weird’and then I came home, laid down, took a nap, and now all the sudden I’m jerking off to thoughts of you, I’m dreaming about you, and we’re on the phone and I’m listening to your voice, and it’s so deep. I can’t stop thinking about what you’d feel like inside of me and so, maybe, I should fuck you and see if it takes away the urges, ya know?” She’s rambling andit’s quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. “But that’s probably dumb, and the cold shower didn’t work.”

“You’re not dumb. I… you’re perfect. Trust me, there’s no one like you.” I blow out a heavy breath. “We need to talk in person. I’m on my way. Sit tight.” I disconnect the line quickly, giving myself a second to process everything before I confess my undying love. I want to. I want to tell her every fucking thought I’ve had for the past seven years, but what then? I have to think this through.

I whip open the door with intention… just to see Mason staring back at me.

Fucking hell! How much as he heard?

“Hey.” I feel like the roles are reversed and I’m the teenage kid sneaking out of the house after curfew. My heart is pounding and I’m pretty sure there’s a bead of sweat threatening to drop. “You need somethin’?”

“No. I heard you on the phone earlier, so I was checking to see if everything was okay. You sounded stressed and you’ve been acting weird since I got home.”

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