The way she said his name, something in the breathy tone of her voice, sent his hand into overdrive as his balls tightened. His breath was coming in ragged pants as he got closer and closer.

“That’s it, Nash, hard and fast and needy,” she went on, her voice sounding ragged as if she was almost as close to the edge of coming as he was, even though she wasn’t touching herself. “I bet you’d love to sink that big cock of yours right inside me. Is that what you were thinking about while you were listening to me masturbate? Fucking me? Railing me? Blowing out my back and leaving me dick drunk and worn out?”

“No.” God, he was so close, and the way she was talking had him a hairsbreadth away from losing it. “I was imagining what you look like when you play with yourself, who you wanted to touch you, how you’d want them to do it, and what it would be like to have you come all over my mouth so many times you couldn’t think anymore.”

And that’s all it took, that mental image of her sweaty, satisfied, and slick, to send him right over the edge, coming hard enough in his sweats that he lost the ability to see anything at all.

Blood rushed freight-train loud in his ears as he sucked air into his lungs, as if he’d been drowning—which in a way, he kinda had been. He’d been drowning in Chelle Finch without ever touching her, and it was a helluva amazing way to go.

“Good night, Nash,” Chelle said.

By the time he had it together enough to open his eyes and focus on her bedroom door, it was already closed. He watched until the line of light escaping from underneath it went out.

Fuck me.

He’d fucked models, heiresses, and even a pair of best friends who had a thing for double blow jobs in dark restaurants. He’d jerked off a million times since he got his first hard-on after watching Amelia Hunter stretch before gym class. He was a member of the private jet mile-high club, sexted like a pro, and had blown off steam more than once with a fuck buddy who loved no-strings dick appointments that occasionally involved pegging him just right.

Still, jerking off in Chelle’s hallway while she didn’t watch him was without a doubt the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.

They were definitely going to talk about this again.

Tomorrow morning.

There was no way she wouldn’t bring it up.

He couldn’t wait.

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Chelle