Page 100 of Foul Territory
“Now what?” he asks, trying not to move his lips too much.
“We wait.” If he didn’t need his glasses, I would suggest we start reading. That was my original plan but then he had to go all sexy scholar on me. “I have an idea,” I say, pushing him off me.
I sift through my purse until I find my earbuds and phone. “Here.” I hand him one of the earbuds. “We can listen to a book while we wait for our masks to finish drying. I have a new audiobook you’re going to love.”
“You’ve never steered me wrong before.”
“I don’t know about that. I’ve read a few duds. Now stop talking and listen.” I pull up the app I use for my audiobooks and hit play.
I lean into Koa’s side, doing my best to keep my face off his chest. The warm, rich voice of the narrator talks into my ear while my hand lazily drifts over the ridged muscles on Koa’s stomach.
His muscles tighten under my touch. I move my hand lower, circling the outline of his dick over his shorts. I keep swirling my hand around, occasionally grazing the length of him with the tips of my fingers. He grows harder with every lap.
His hand on my ass clenches when I skim his erection from base to tip. “Sydney, please,” he chokes out the words. His eyes pierce mine, begging me to touch him and end myteasing. Silently I dip my hand under the waistband of his shorts and take him in my hand.
“Fuck,” he moans, as my hand wraps around the base of his cock. I tenderly move my hand over the smooth skin to the tip. I swirl my thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the precum that’s already leaking.
The enemy in the audiobook tightens their grip on the heroine’s wrist and I do the same to his dick after I free it from the confines of his shorts.
A groan reverberates through his chest. “Fuck, you know just what I like. I’ve gotten myself off more times than I can count imagining it was your hand squeezing my cock instead of my own. The real thing is a million times better.”
His words come out of his mouth disjointed. I don’t know if he’s struggling because the mask is tightening on his face or if it’s because of me and his fight for control.
“Sydney,” he draws out my name in a low groan. He cups the back of my neck and pulls me toward his face. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he says, before slamming his mouth against mine.
The dry particles of the mask rub against my chin. It’s a minor inconvenience that is a thousand percent worth it to taste him on my tongue. Instinctively my hand works his cock with the same fervor he is kissing me.
Koa pulls away, ending our kiss. His body slumps against the headboard and his eyes roll back in his head as he grunts out his release. I continue to pump him, enjoying the look and the feel of his cum dripping over my hand.
I pause the audiobook with my clean hand and let go of his dick before it gets awkward. I cautiously hold my hand in the air, careful to not drip on anything. Koa tucks himself back in his shorts. Our eyes meet and we both start laughing.
“We must look ridiculous.” I accidentally touch my face, getting some of his cum on my cheek. “I wonder if there are any cosmetic benefits to having semen on your face,” I joke.
Koa’s eyes darken and the muscle in his jaw ticks. “Baby, don’t even play with me about painting your beautiful face with my cum. You’re going to make me hard again just thinking about it.” He kisses me, then says, “Go ahead and get cleaned up. I can wait.”
“Okay,” I say before scurrying out the room. I wash my hands and then find a cloth to warm so I can wash the mask off of my face. I remove the headband from my hair and try my best to put my bangs back into place.
Koa gives me a kiss on the cheek when he passes me in the hallway. I feel like I’m floating on air. He’s right this is how we were always meant to be. I’ve been a fool to think anyone else could ever take his place in my heart.
I grab my phone off the bed and snatch the earbud he left on the nightstand. It accidentally slips out of my fingers and lands on the floor. “Damnit.” Not seeing it anywhere, I bend to the floor and look under the bed. I laugh when I find more books.
“He’s worse than me.” The spine of the book on the top of the stack catches my eye. It’sThe Magic of Fire and Bones. “Hereally is reading every book I am.” I grab it off the stack and open it up. He has a few sticky notes full of annotations.
My smile starts to dissolve the more I read them. His notes are too familiar. I’ve heard all of this before from someone else. “He wouldn’t,” I whisper to myself. I glance at his phone on the nightstand.
Picking up my own phone, I pull up a private message I haven’t thought of in days. “Please let me be wrong.”
FaeAtHeart
Hi.
I close my eyes and hit send. His phone dings beside me and my head falls forward. Maybe it’s just a coincidence. I’m afraid to look at the notification.
FaeAtHeart
How have you been?
Hesitantly I peek at the notifications on his phone. My heart plummets when I see my messages. “It was him. He pretended to be someone else. Why would he do this to me?” I mumble incoherently to myself as I slowly begin to spiral. “I need to get out of here.”
