I’ve been bored out of my ever-loving mind. I’ve eaten my weight in food, watched three episodes of Bridgerton and took an hour-long shower.
Bending my legs while I lie there on my back in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, an image of Lars in the shower yesterday flashes in my mind. A body that good has no business pressing against a body like mine. Lars is sculpted to perfection. He belongs with someone who matches his physical appeal, certainly not a plain-Jane like me.
If it weren’t for the baby, he would have never given me a second look, aside from the night he won the bet. There’s no way that Lars would ever fall in love with someone like me and I’m kidding myself to think he would. He’s been good to me. But, it’s only because he feels like he has to be. And I’m here. I’m available and turn to mush every time he looks at me. I can hate him one second and then he can walk in the room and my heart jumps out of my chest and into his hands.
I’m pathetic because I’ll probably never stop loving him. Even years from now when I see his engagement announcement in the paper with some girl who comes from the same side of the tracks, I’ll still love him.
My hand slides down my chest to my stomach, pulling my shirt up, I continue to caress myself, sliding my hand down my shorts. After so long of being at the mercy of another man, it’s enlightening to have control over myself. Being able to do what I want, when I want. No pressure. No tears. No force. I’m in control of my body, and my future.
A vivid picture of Lars paints itself in the forefront of my mind. Beads of water rolling down his rigid, bare chest. His engorged cock digging into my hip while his strong hands touch me.
My eyes close as I bite my lip and rub circles around my throbbing clit. God, how I wish it was Lars touching me like this. The stubble of his chin grating against me while his tongue slides in and out, licking up my arousal. My fingers locked in his hair as I ride his face.
I dip two fingers inside of me and use my other hand to rub violently against my clit. Bucking my hips up with my eyes pinched shut, I pretend he’s here. Releasing a short-winded moan, I push my fingers in deeper, but the angle makes it hard to get what I really want out of this. I want him inside of me. His full girth filling me up while I come around his cock. I wanna make him come with my tight pussy just to have the satisfaction of knowing that I gave him the orgasm. One he’ll never forget.
Feeling myself get wetter by the second, I move faster and push my fingers in as far as I can, while my husky breaths become labored and unfulfilled.
The door swings open and I quickly pull my hand out of my pants. “Lars,” I spit out as I straighten my shirt and sit up. My cheeks flush and humiliation takes over my entire body. This can’t be happening right now.
“What are you doing?” He smirks. A devious one that has my stomach twisting in knots.
He knows. He doesn’t even have to say it. The look on his face says it all. Not to mention his instant hard-on. Unless...unless he was out there listening this entire time. Oh my god! My feet hit the floor and I bolt toward the bathroom, fighting to avoid eye contact. “Just getting up to go to the bathroom.”
He grabs a hold of my arm and stops me. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Willa.”
Oh my god, he does know.
But there is no way I’ll admit it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My eyes are locked on the bathroom door; I need to get in there before my jelly legs give out and I make an even bigger fool of myself.
Pulling me close, his lips trail down my neck as goosebumps cascade down my back. Slow and steady until they cover every inch of my body. “I told you before, I think it’s sexy as hell.”
Feeling my cheeks heat like a raging fire, my embarrassment is front and center for him to see.
Lars takes both of my hands and locks them behind my back as we mirror one another. He presses his mouth to my collarbone and sucks the skin between his teeth. “If you need a hand, I’m happy to help.”
Warmth radiates through me as my thighs begin to tremble. Weak and off-balance, my self-control flies into the bathroom without me. He drops my hands from behind my back and my head tilts instinctively as he pushes the sleeve of my shirt down my shoulder, his lips following suit.
My eyes almost roll into the back of my head when his fingers creep underneath my shirt then trail the hem of my shorts. I can feel my arousal, from my earlier machinations, and my want for him dampening my panties while my body begs for him to tear them off with his teeth. I'm weak and in dire need of him to get me off.
When his hand descends farther into my shorts, I part my legs with ease.
"You're drenched, babe. I think we need to do something about that." He begins kneading my nub and electricity sparks inside me, sending currents through my entire body.
Giving into temptation, I lift my arms that were draped at my side and place my hands on his shoulders, unsure what to do with them. Still reeling from embarrassment that he caught me fingering myself.
With his hand shoved down my shorts and his chin resting on my shoulder while he kisses my neck, Lars takes my hand off his shoulder and brings it between us, placing it on the
