Page 99 of Play Pretend

I crept into the hallway, keeping my footsteps silent as I moved toward her door. It was cracked open, and golden light seeped out. I hesitated. Should I look? No…I couldn’t. Right? That would be wrong.

But then she moaned again, and it was so breathy and full of pleasure, I was helpless to do anything but edge closer. I peeked inside, and my breath hitched.

Willow was naked, her hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo of dark waves. Her eyes were twisted shut, and her mouth was open on a silent gasp. My eyes traveled down her soft body, watching as she used one hand to knead her breast before pinching her pebbled nipple.

My hand slipped back into my boxers, and I wrapped it around my cock. Precum leaked from the tip, and I swiped my thumb over it before dragging my fist all the way to my base.

Her other hand was between her spread legs. I gripped myself tighter as she pumped two fingers inside her pussy before sliding them out and moving to her clit. My hips jerked forward, and I sank my teeth into my lower lip to keep from making a sound. My briefs were too tight, too constricting, and I hurriedto pull them down my thighs. A ragged breath slipped out as my cock sprang free.

Fuck.

My grip was tight, almost painful, as I pumped myself in time with the hard thrusts of her fingers. She arched her back off the bed, her thighs shaking as she moved faster. Again, she pulled them out and moved them to her clit, as if she were teasing herself.

I braced my hand on the wall as I fucked my fist harder. I wanted to barge into her room and fuck her senseless. But I stayed where I was and watched as she rolled onto her knees.

She pressed her shoulders into the bed and lifted her ass high in the air. Her pussy spread open, giving me the perfect view as she slipped her hand between her thighs again. Slowly, she worked three fingers inside, and my nails dug into the paint.

“Ronan,” she moaned. I swore I blacked out at the sound of my name coming from her, breathy and desperate.

She pushed her hips back, fucking her own fingers, and my eyes rolled back. I moved my fist faster before reaching down to cup my balls with my other hand. Heat zipped up my spine, and my head fell back.

All I could hear, all I could focus on was the needy whimpers falling from her lips, the wet slap of her hand against her cunt. The bed squeaked with every movement she made.

A low growl rumbled through my chest as my orgasm spiked. I wasso fucking close.

“Oh fuck,” she cried. “Oh fuck. I’m coming. I’m—I’m coming.”

“Fuck,” I grunted, dropping my head forward again. I watched as her thighs shook, her body convulsing with her release. I cupped my hand around my tip and let out another groan as my release barreled through me.

Cum filled my palm as I continued stroking myself, watching as she rubbed her clit faster. She was trying to make herself come again, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away. My cock was overly sensitive and began softening, but I couldn’t stop. Not when she was so close to her second orgasm.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered, my breathing harsh. “Come for me again.”

As if she could hear me, her back arched again, and she rolled her hips, pushing her ass out more. She screamed into the pillow as she came around her fingers again. For a moment, she stayed like that, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Slowly, she pulled her fingers from her pussy and rolled onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling, the tips of her breasts still hard and bright pink. My hand squeezed my cock again, begging it to come back to life. I wanted to come again while I watched her.

I wanted to go in there and fill her with my cum.

I wanted to do so many things, but I forced myself to stay put. To just watch.

She pushed herself up on shaky elbows and looked directly at the door. Her legs were still spread, the wetness gathered between them a taunt. As my gaze lifted to her face, and her eyes met mine through the sliver in the door.

My heart soared into my throat. I’d been caught. She was going to scream. She was going to call me a pervert and tell me she didn’t feel safe here anymore. She was going to pack her shit and go back to her house—even if she was still scared to be there, she wouldn’t have to be in my house anymore.

She wouldn’t have to be around me.

But then she smiled, and I knew this had been her plan all along.

“Not tonight,” she said softly, echoing my earlier words. My cock twitched in my hand at the unsaid promise in those two words.

Not tonight, but soon.

Without another word, she slipped off the bed. My heart was in my throat as she moved to the door. She paused for only a moment before she shut it, theclickechoing in my head. Darkness surrounded me, but I felt far from alone—lonely.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I cleaned myself up and went to bed. Willow wanted me, and I wanted her.

Things weren’t fake anymore. They wereveryfucking real.

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