Page 110 of Rewind It Back

I know I don’t have to do what he says, but fuck it, I want to.

I take a centering breath, turn the corner, and slowly push the door open. He’s in the same position, only showing me his right-side profile, but thankfully that’s the hand he’s using to pump himself, giving me that same unobstructed view.

I take a slow sweeping glance up his body, taking my time and not being shy in my perusal. And when I make it to his face, I find his eyes locked on me.

His dark hair is wet and slick to his forehead. His green eyes are heated and heavy. His lips, they’re parted and panting, but he slips the bottom one between his teeth as he watches me.

I’m completely mesmerized by his movements, unable to look away. His hand never stops stroking, and my attention falls to the head, red and swollen, leaking precum onto the shower floor.

I swallow hard. “I thought sex was off the table?”

“It is. I’m not fucking you. I’m just fucking my fist thinking of you.”

Jesus.

No, we don’t tend to be shy with each other, but to hear him speak like this, so confidently, so directly... It’s hot.

“Fuck, Hallie, keep looking at me like that.”

I step fully into the bathroom, leaving the doorway. “Like what?”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “Like you wish it was your mouth getting me off and not my hand.”

I nod quickly, telling him that’s exactly what I want to do.

Every muscle in his body fires at that, his head thrown back. “I’m going to come just thinking about it.”

He keeps his attention on me and that heated look has my core clenching and my legs tightening.

Mirroring his confidence, I take another step towards him. “Does that feel good?”

He chuckles this disbelieving laugh. “You have no idea. Andfuck, please keep talking. Hearing your voice is going to make me come.”

Okay. This is wildly hot, talking him through it.

I take another step. “How often do you say my name while getting yourself off?”

“A disturbing amount.”

Another step. “And what exactly do you think about?”

His jaw clenches, his stomach contracts. “Everything. How good it felt to be inside you. How well you used to suck me off. How pretty you looked on your knees with my cock down your throat.”

I remember the first time. I didn’t know what I was doing, but he taught me what he liked once he figured it out too. I was nervous, but he took it slow even though he was ready to come the moment I wrapped my mouth around him. It was fun learning together. Teaching each other.

My bottom lip slips between my teeth at the memory.

“Holy shit,” he pants. “Biting your lip like that. You’re thinking of it too.”

I quickly nod. “I can tell you’re close to coming. I remember exactly what you used to look like when you were close.”

“I’m so fucking close, baby. Please keep talking. Please keep looking at me.”

His strokes are short and quick, and his eyes never leave me.

I step closer to the glass enclosure. “I really want you to come.”

“Yeah?”

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