3. Amber
Three
Amber
I look up as Kane walks inside, still shirtless. Yum. I will my eyes away from his glistening torso and biceps. My hands itch to touch those delicious muscles. Jesus, I have it bad.
“Hey, Amber.”
“Hey, Kane. I’m getting ready to order some pizza. Do you want some?” I ask, trying to extend an olive branch. He sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair.
“Sure, brat. That would be great. I’ll go take a shower really quick.”
I stick out my tongue at his back as he walks away. Brat . He hasn’t called me that in years. I guess that’s supposed to remind me that he still thinks of me as a kid.
A short time later, the pizza arrives. I’ve already finished off two slices and Kane still isn’t done with his quick shower. I walk down the hall and knock lightly on his door. “Kane? Hey. The pizza’s here.” No response. I hear some grunting and push the door open, a little worried.
The sight that greets me makes my pussy instantly clench with need. Kane is in the shower, jacking himself off. Holy shit. Though the glass is blurred, I see enough to make out the shadow of his muscles and what looks like a massive rod.
I try my best not to make a sound while I watch him. I can’t help but reach my hand inside my shorts. I rub my slippery cunt as I watch the object of all my fantasies get himself off. I know I can’t have him and I’ll be leaving soon, so I need to commit this to memory.
I’m so wet and needy. My fingers move in time with his, thrusting in and out of my wet slit. When he finally explodes, so do I. I moan as I come hard, drenching my fingers. Watching the ropes of cum shoot out of his cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Damn, I wish I’d have filmed that. Suddenly, Kane freezes. “Amber?”
Shit. I must have been louder than I thought. I back silently out of the room. I close the door, then knock on it, like I wasn’t just in there. “Kane, pizza’s getting cold,” I yell as I hightail it back to the kitchen, trying to get my erratic breathing under control.