Chapter 40 Ben
BEN
As I exploded into my hand, a guttural growl flew from my lips.
‘Fuckkkk…’
Using my other hand, I gripped the shower wall. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.
I really, really, really needed that.
When Sarah had knocked on the door and said that she was going out, I was so relieved because I needed to wank and I couldn’t do that with her in the room a few feet away.
I’d been in agony since last night and quite frankly I was surprised I’d lasted this long.
So I’d jumped straight in the shower, gripped my dick and got to work.
I knew it wouldn’t take long to come. All I had to do was picture Sarah in those skimpy little shorts and remember how it felt to have her hand resting on my cock and it was game over. Apart from when I was a teenager and new to having sex, I didn’t think I’d come so fast in my life.
Once I’d cleaned myself up and finished my shower, I dried myself off, wrapped a towel around my waist, then got dressed.
Just as I’d finished texting Theo to see how the works on the retreat had gone yesterday, Sarah came through the door.
We ordered breakfast in the room to avoid having to bump into Trent and Esme more than we needed to, then Sarah took her clothes into the bathroom so that once she’d showered, she could get dressed.
I used that opportunity to put on my suit and run a hand through my hair.
‘You’ll do,’ I said as I checked my reflection.
I heard the bathroom door go, and when I saw Sarah walking towards me, my eyeballs quadrupled in size.
‘Wow. Fuck, Sarah. You’re a vision.’
That was the understatement of the millennium.
She was wearing a bold, fitted orange dress with thin spaghetti straps and a daring thigh-high slit which showed off her beautiful smooth legs. It was the perfect balance of sexiness and sophistication, and I loved it.
Everything about her was perfect. She was flawless. Trent was an absolute idiot to let a woman like her slip through his fingers.
I knew we had the wedding to get to, but all I wanted to do right now was scoop her up in my arms, throw her down on the bed and fuck her until I made her come so hard that everyone heard her cries of ecstasy. Just like I’d told Trent she did before.
My dick twitched at the thought and I mentally chastised it. Wanking was supposed to take the edge off and make me want her less, but the relief was only short-lived.
And that was when I realised that faking this wasn’t enough anymore.
I wanted Sarah for real.