Chapter 38 Ben
BEN
Fuck.
I pressed my back against the bathroom door and squeezed my eyes shut.
That was close.
Thank goodness for the whole morning wood excuse thing. Otherwise I would’ve had a lot of explaining (and apologising) to do to Sarah.
I’d barely slept last night because I was so fucking horny, but in the end I must’ve drifted off from the sheer exhaustion of trying to fight my attraction towards Sarah.
I was pretty sure that waterboarding or someone ripping off my toenails with a pair of rusty tweezers would’ve been less painful by that point.
When I woke up I was grateful that I’d got some sleep and made it through the night without propositioning Sarah or coming in my boxers. But imagine my surprise when I woke up to find something warm resting between my legs.
No. Let me be more specific. That something was Sarah’s hand and it was resting on my cock.
Yes.
If I thought I was being tortured before, the sight of her hand innocently touching it, combined with how stunningly beautiful she looked as she slept, was like simultaneously being catapulted to heaven and hell.
On the one hand it was amazing and I wished that she’d keep it there for as long as possible. But on the other, I knew there was no way I was going to last more than thirty seconds if it stayed there.
So I’d gently lifted her hand away and moved it back onto the bed.
At that point Sarah had stirred and moved her hand again, but this time it landed on my chest. Slightly safer ground, but still torture.
I’d moved her hand again and bunched up the bed sheet and pulled it up around my waist, trying to disguise the tent in my pants, but her palm found its way to my chest again.
She was still sleeping soundly and I felt bad about waking her up. So I just left her hand there and tried to think calming thoughts.
Luckily, a few minutes later Sarah woke up and I was able to ask her to move her hand.
When I told her where it had landed before, she thought I was joking. I saw how mortified she was when (I think) she realised I wasn’t, which was why I suggested she look away when I got up.
There was no way on earth that I’d be able to disguise my hard-on by that point. It had gone beyond morning wood to steel baton, so I knew the only option was to own it.
I’d hoped she’d look away to spare my embarrassment. But the interesting thing was that she didn’t. She pretended to, but I’d barely walked five steps before I could feel her gaze on me.
Sarah denied it, but when I turned around, sure enough there she was with her eyes scanning my chest, then fixating on my cock. Her eyes wide and her tongue darting across her lips.
And that was when I realised.
She liked me.
This attraction was mutual.
Fuck.
As big-headed as it sounded, if it was any other woman, I probably would have assumed she liked me pretty early on. But this was Sarah. The woman who’d had no qualms about telling everyone how much she despised me when we met.
Yes, it was true we had been getting on much better. I hoped that she even considered me a friend. But I never thought she would be interested in actually sleeping with me.
If the future population of the world depended upon her even kissing me, I would’ve guessed that Sarah would’ve refused and let humanity perish.
So this development was interesting…
But it was also very dangerous. Because I couldn’t fuck Sarah. She’d want something serious and I didn’t, plus I had no intention of sticking around.
The projects I was working on with Theo were several weeks away from completion, so it’d make everything awkward.
I promised myself and Theo that I wouldn’t go there, so I had to keep my word. But something told me that wasn’t going to be easy…