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“Yes, I mean it was mentioned.” I watched, transfixed, as he took one of my fingers between his lips.
“Would a gay man enjoy the taste of your pussy?”
I guessed the answer was no, but fuck if I could have said anything right then. The feel of his tongue swiping my taste from my finger put me on the edge of an orgasm. “I think I’m dreaming,” I muttered, closing my eyes and reopening them to test the theory.
“The dream might belong to me. I told myself I wouldn’t touch you.” He suddenly released my hand with an expression akin to torment.
I was confused. How did we go from something so unbelievably hot to not? “You don’t want to touch me?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re my sister’s best friend and looking for something I can’t offer.”
“You can’t offer great sex?”
He sucked in a sharp breath, his expression conflicted. Then he leaned over and flicked off the light. “Let’s get some sleep.”
Stunned, I felt tears spring to my eyes. Rejection was hard to swallow. I’d been better off believing he was gay. In addition to my humiliation, my body remained on edge. I knew if I ignored it, it would rebel against me and take over my dreams again. Which left one solution. I moved to get out of the bed and take things into the shower.
Max’s voice stopped me. “Don’t you dare.”
“Dare what?”
“Don’t you dare finish yourself off.”
Irritation sparked my temper. “Unlike you, I’m not about to deny myself.”
“Do it here.”
I couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“Masturbate beside me. Let me listen to you come.”
It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. I was officially speechless. I wasted no time, already touching myself as I climbed back into the bed. I was wet, so much so the sound became obvious in the silence of the room. His muttered curses on the other side of the ridiculous pillow wall fueled me. It was the ultimate foreplay for my fantasy.
“I’m so turned on,” I whispered. The dark room and barrier emboldened me to share.
“Fuck, so am I.”
A thought popped into my head. “Are you touching yourself, Max?”
He huffed out a breath, seemingly hesitant to share. “Yeah.”
Confidence bloomed in my chest. “Do you wish it was you touching me right now?”
“God, yes.”
“I was dreaming about you.” I couldn’t believe I was confessing the truth. Perhaps the bed really was a confessional.
“Tell me about the dream.” His breathing was labored.
“My hands are tied, and I’m on my back. You’re kissing my thighs, and your fingers are inside of me.” I returned to my fantasy, but this time I was awake and sharing the details with another person. “I’m close.” My legs shook, and my muscles went taut.
“Fuck, I need for you to come for me, Oakley.”
My climax hit me like a wave, and I cried out at the release. It wasn’t until I started to recover that I remembered he’d been listening to it all. Perhaps if I lay still long enough, he’d ignore me and not say anything.
“Oakley?”
I squeezed my eyes shut in shame. I’d confessed too much. Gone too far in sharing my secret thoughts.
