Chapter 15 #2
Her giggle warmed me, and her breathing evened out. I settled in for a long night of listening to her sleep and wishing things were different. Her friendship, her family, they were worth too much to me despite all the years apart. I wouldn’t jeopardize that, though my arms ached to hold her.
When I woke in the morning after a deep, restful sleep, I panicked. Somehow, I unzipped the sleeping bag and tossed it on the floor in my sleep. Instead of sleeping safely in my own little cocoon, I’d become Dani’s side-sleeping pillow.
My cock tented the sheets a scant few inches from one of the silky legs I covertly admired last night. She lay on her side, half sprawled over me, her head nestled in the crook of my shoulder. One of her hands rested on my chest, right over my heart, and one of her legs was thrown over mine.
Her wild black hair fanned out around her head, and I wanted to tunnel my hands through it, test its softness and weight. It was embarrassing how many fantasies I’d had about that silky cascade of hair, but thinking about it wasn’t doing anything good for my erection.
I was trapped under her, and I wanted to stay there forever.
But if she woke up and found the two of us tangled in the sheets, our easy friendship would be forever tainted.
With excruciating slowness, I removed her arm from my torso.
She nuzzled my chest in her slumber and made the sexiest little mewling sound.
“Don’t go yet,” she murmured sleepily.
My heart stuttered and restarted. She must have confused me with Beau. Things hadn’t been good between them for a long time, she said, but they were together for years. In her sleepy state, she must have mixed us up.
“Go back to sleep,” I whispered.
Another sound shot straight to my dick as I tried to slide out from under her without waking her. My cock was so primed to explode that the brush of my cheap sheets over my erection was almost enough to send me to boom town.
“Don’t leave, Jake.”
I turned into a statue. The only sound was her soft breaths and the thumping of my pulse. Her little hand crept across my chest and stopped a hairbreadth from my erect nipple. The breath in my lungs froze when her leg glided across mine.
I couldn’t take it anymore, and I bolted from the bed.
“I gotta take a piss.”
I bypassed the en-suite bathroom and fled. Distance. I needed to get as far away from her as possible to take care of this problem. My feet carried me to the other bathroom as if the hounds of hell were on my heels. Chest heaving, I desperately tried to bring myself under control.
I couldn’t jerk off to thoughts of her in my bed, but my mind wouldn’t focus on anything but her.
In my bed. With my extra-large t-shirt riding high up on her thigh to tease me with a hint of the promised land.
How my nipple strained under her unmoving hand.
How close her velvety-smooth leg was to my engorged cock.
My clothing dropped to the floor, and I stepped into the shower. The cold water pelted my skin, but it wasn’t enough. I burned for her. Shamefully, I cupped my balls with one hand and fisted my cock with the other. A hiss of relief tore from my throat as I gave in to the inevitable.
I closed my eyes against my guilt, but visions of her flooded my mind. That sexy little mewl. Her hair spread over my pillow and skin. The smell of her. Her breaths on my overheated skin. It was better and worse than purely sexual feelings, because it was real but also fed my fantasy.
“Jake, please,” my imaginary Dani moaned. “I want you to touch me.”
She writhed on my bed, her hands between her plush legs, hidden by the hem of my shirt. Her taut breasts pressed into the soft material, her nipples tightened to sharp little points that made my mouth water. The silky mane of her hair tangled when she thrashed her head.
Her fingers blurred as she rubbed herself, and I watched. God, how I watched.
My skin grew too tight for my body as my orgasm built, and my hands moved in a practiced cadence.
The cold water practically sizzled as it battered the heated flesh of my body, but I was on fire.
Dani’s fragrance was in my head though logic dictated any scent she’d left on me already circled the drain.
When my balls drew up, I gasped her name. My lungs heaved, and my fist pumped my cock until the sensation building in my spine spilled over. A groan tore from deep within as I shot my load onto my stomach and abs. Shaken by the force of my orgasm, I leaned against the wall to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “What am I going to do?”
Dejected, I hung my head in despair. Icy cold water punished my skin, but it wasn’t enough. I was supposed to be her safe harbor. Instead, barely a few hours into our shared living arrangement, I fucked my hand to images of her pleasuring herself in my bed.
But I wasn’t one to hide from my problems, so I washed off and put my clothes back on my wet skin. With any luck, Dani was asleep, and I could sneak back through my room to my en-suite bathroom to change.
I stood outside my bedroom and listened for movement. Silence greeted me, so I opened the door with care. Since I hadn’t bought curtains, light poured through the cheap plastic blinds on the windows. Dani burrowed her face into my pillow, and the corners of my mouth lifted.
God, I loved everything about her, from her ridiculous love of goth music from our parents’ generation to her hatred of mornings. I hoped I hadn’t fucked everything up by getting on the bed with her last night.
I lost her once and barely survived it. I couldn’t do it again.