Page 77 of Hayden's Stalker

“And I will say no because we’re just friends, and friends don’t shower together,” she tells me in her coolly professional tone.

I very much enjoy flirting with her, and I wish we could do so much more. She’s not fooling me with her fake professionalism.

“Do friends masturbate while thinking about each other?” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Just as a completely hypothetical question, of course.”

I can’t resist teasing her, and I’m rewarded spectacularly for my ‘hypothetical question’ when Tati’s breathing goes shallow, and her eyes widen while she stares back at me.

“You don’t have time to be asking hypothetical questions. You need to shower and get dressed for your party.”

“Don’t forget my break-up,” I point out.

“Why do you insist on making this hard for me, Hayden?” Tatiana sighs and frowns at me as she chews her bottom lip.

I’m amused by her inadvertent innuendo, but I wipe the smile from my face and say honestly, “I can see that you’re frustrated, so I’m going to ignore the obvious joke I could make.”

I walk back over to her and stop in front of her. I’m so close that I can smell her floral scent, and she tilts her head up to stare at me with her beautiful blue eyes.

I’ve never wanted someone more, but I decide to give her an out if she truly wants it. “If you don’t want me to flirt with you, I’ll stop.”

She blinks at me, and I watch her jaw tighten. My heart pounds in my chest, and a part of me is afraid that she’s going to say yes. I realize just how much I enjoy this non-relationship that we have.

“What I want”—she pauses briefly, and my stomach drops before she continues—“is for you to go shower so I can escort you to this party.”

My cock stiffens as the combination of her words and the obvious desire in her expression causes a wave of arousal to flood through me.

I smirk at her. “Okay, then. I’ll go shower and contemplate my hypothetical question as I do.”

Her cheeks flush bright red, and I don’t even try to fight the arousal. My cock is semi-hard, and a part of mewantsher to notice. I want her to drop to her knees and suck me off right here. Her lips look so kissable, her mouth so fuckable, and she didn’t take the opportunity I gave her to shut me down.

However, she still didn’t consent to anything. As much as I want to fuck her right now, I still can’t, and I have Heather’s party to attend. So I turn on my heel and take my now painfully hard cock to the bathroom alone.

I pull off my sweaty shirt and toss it aside as I rip off my jeans and underwear, relieved when my cock is released. I take it in my hand and stroke it slowly with a loose grip as I turn the water on and wait for it to heat up.

I bring my thumb to my lips and lick it before I take my cock in my hand again and rub my thumb around the head, pretending it’s Tati’s tongue as I feel the temperature of the water with my other hand.

When it’s warm enough, I step into the spray and quickly get some soap on my hand. I stroke my cock roughly and bite my lip. I can’t stop a low groan from escaping my lips, but I’m sure it’s covered by the sound of the water hitting tiles.

I imagine Tati coming into the room naked, her full breasts on display as I turn to look at the door. “I hope you don’t mind. I texted Blake from your phone and told him it’s over.”

“I’m glad,” I tell her. “I almost asked you to do it because I want to fuck you.”

“I want that, too. I don’t want your question to be hypothetical, and I don’t want you to masturbate over me. I want you to fuck me.”

I reach out and grab her arm, then pull her into the shower and push her up against the wall. “I’m more than happy to give you what you want, Tati.” I reach between her legs and find herclit, reveling in her moan when I begin to rub it. “I can tell how badly you want it, too.”

I lift my hand to her breast and thumb her nipple as I push my cock into her. She’s so tight and wet that I can barely stand it.

“Ungh,” I grunt as my orgasm rocks me and my cock spurts cum onto the floor of the shower.

I stroke my cock a few more times, screwing my eyes tight as my body shakes in ecstasy. I pant for breath as my orgasm slowly fades, and I release my throbbing cock.

God, I want Tatisofucking bad.

Now that I’ve come, at leastsomesemblance of reasoning is coming back to me, though. As much as I want her, she still works for me and has made it clear on many occasions that she won’t allow for anything to happen even if she wants me.

I can’t bring myself to feel guilty about masturbating over her, but I’m on a high as I finish washing and then get dressed into the outfit I chose to wear for the concert tonight. It’s a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt, simple enough, but I think it makes me look good. I slick my hair back from my forehead with my hands. I don’t bother using products because I get so hot and sweaty during the show that nothing holds, and I just feel gross.

When I leave the bathroom, Tati stares at me, and I think I look good, but I find myself seeking her validation anyway. “How do I look?”

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