Page 39 of The Spare
"Huh?"she says.
"I saidHappy Birthday,sweetheart. You're finally twenty-years old now. How do you feel?"
"Mason?"she says, sounding confused.
I recoil my head, sliding my eyes towards the monitor seeing she's sat up in bed and is rubbing her eyes. Displeasure fills me in swathes. However, it dissipates quickly when she slides off her pink bonnet and her hair spills out in a mass of curls.
Fuck, she's so gorgeous.
"I'm sorry,who elsecalls you sweetheart?" I pause with the razor against my cheek, watching her carefully.
She slides a hand down her hair, caressing her collarbone before smoothing her hand over her breasts in a self-soothing motion. Something she does every morning after she wakes up.
Every fucking day I watch her touch herself like this.
"No one," she giggles. Sitting back in bed, she tucks a hand between her legs and rolls onto her side.
"They better not." I breathe quietly, but I know she heard me. I resume shaving. Seeing she's dragging the covers up her body, I clear my throat hard. "No, don't lay back down.Get up."
Melody groans into the phone. "But I don't want to." She sits back up in bed anyways, rubbing a hand down her face."I want to sleep."
"You're there on a track scholarship, Mel. Don't slack off. Besides, you're going to have to get used to operating on less sleep, anyways."
I pause, immediately going silent at what I just let slip. On top of all the other slip ups that's happened lately.
"What?Why?"Of course she'd catch my fuck up.
Because I'm going to be getting you up earlier than five to start my mornings off fucking you, I think.
"Nothing. I, uh, just figured you might be training harder when you start competing." I clear my throat gently. "Go ahead and get your workout gear on while you're on the phone with me. We can't be having too many of these late night escapades if you're not going to answer my phone call to get you up."
Melody rolls her eyes. "Yeah," she sighs, "it was probably a bad idea to stay out half the night."
She gets up out of bed and walks over to her dresser, looking delectable.
"Well, I don't think so," I say with a smile. "I had a great time."
"How's your hand?" she asks, but I'm too riveted by the sight on my screen to reply.
Her nipples poke out long and thick through her top, and I go still with the razor at my throat so I don't cut myself when my throat bobs hard with a swallow. My neglected cock twitches, the tip dripping with a string of pre-come, and my mouth goes completely dry at the sight of her skimpy shorts and a tinier crop top than what she wore last night.
Holy fuuucck.
It's like a treat. The other day I got to see her touch herself, crying out while she orgasmed so hard her toes curled. Last night I got to feel her hips in my hands, and today she's braless. The creamy skin of her breasts peek out from the hem as she stretches her arms above her head.
I jacked off twice last night to the memory of the way her face looked when she orgasmed.
I want to right now just thinking about it again.
Her eyebrows scrunched together, her breasts heaving as her mouth fell open. Panting short, fast breaths she tensed up, looking down at her hand while she rubbed her pussy hard and fast over her clothes. She rubbed and rubbed. So long that I got my cock out and joined her. My body tightens even harder as I remember the feel of me pleasuring myself at the sight of her orgasming.
Pre-ejaculate spurt all over while I roughly jerked with one hand, using the palm of my other hand to rub circles into the tip of my cock.
Melody jerked hard, looking like she stopped breathing before tilting her head back, licking her tongue along her top lip before hanging there for half a second. Her belly trembled, and she collapsed on the bed, drawing her knees back and then rocking side to side while a wet stain slowly spread across the fabric between her legs.
I came so hard I swear I almost died.
"Mason? Are you stillthere?"
