Fake It 'Til You Break It(58)

An unexpected shock wave rushes down my spine causing my knee to jolt, and I pump faster.

A small flash has my head snapping toward my window in time to catch Demi having just turned off her patio light.

I jump up, moving closer to the glass to see her better.

It’s dark as fuck, nothing but the gleam of her white bikini helping me trail her as she lowers herself into her hot tub. The small underwater light kicks on with the jets, and the water starts splashing across her breasts in gentle waves.

With one hand still on my dick, I squeeze, a deep frown marring my forehead as I decide if I should stop.

It’s one thing to imagine, it’s another to watch her as I work myself.

But then Little D’s head turns and tilts the slightest bit, now aimed right at the second floor of my house. At what she knows to be my bedroom.

Adrenaline flares and I place my hand on the frame, leaning over slightly as her head shifts back and forth the littlest bit.

Lookin’ for me, baby?

Demi rests against the wall seat and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. I can’t be sure, but I’d swear her legs spread wider beneath the bubbles, the creaminess of her skin no longer centered in the water.

My pulse jumps, my dick, still hard as a rock right there with it when her little hands disappear under the froths.

Her head tilts, exposing her neck some, and fuck me, she keeps her eyes locked this way.

She can’t see me, I know this for a fact. My house is pitch fucking black and the moon doesn’t shine against the backside of my place as it does hers.

But damn, if it doesn’t stop her from trying, or maybe, if she’s as much like me as I’m learning, her imagination is doing just fucking fine.

For now.

My features pull, and it’s done.

If I had any chance of stopping before, I don’t now.

My grip tightens, my dick swelling even more, flexing in my palm.

She must like a slow start as she’s calm and relaxed, her forearm hardly moving so I follow her lead in secret, with slow and measured movements, squeezing every few strokes to add some extra pressure.

Demi shifts, both her feet coming up to plant on the concrete seat near her sides. Her legs are so damn long the new position has her knees completely out of the water, giving me a tiny glimpse of how fun her flexibility could be.

When her other hand moves to grip her own neck, I fall forward, my arm now holding me up as I jerk harder, faster.

My hips jolt forward, a deep groan leaving me as heat spreads through my veins.

Her head falls all the way back and her lips part, her chest rising above the steam as she gasps into the air.

I imagine the sounds escaping as her hand trails lower, slipping under the tiny white scrap of material covering her breasts. She massages herself, her core lifting in the water as she fights for her release.

Come on, baby.

Demi’s legs stiffen, shooting down into the water as her chin falls to her chest, and I swear I can feel her fuckin’ trembling from here.

My toes curl into the carpet and squeeze, my free hand flying down to catch the cum she unknowingly pulls from me, my shoulder knocking into the window.

A shockwave shoots through me and my muscles clench tight before everything in me relaxes.

I drop my head against the glass.

I just got off with Demi Davenport, but she hasn’t the slightest fucking clue.

And me? I have not an ounce of fucking guilt for it.

None.





She’s been straight smiles and happy sighs all day.

Not that she’s ever overly bitchy, but her ‘good mornings’ and ‘hey, how’s it going’ are on overkill.

“Okay, so I’ll take care of the definitions if you want to find what pages the diagrams are on? It’ll help save time when we have to reference back.” Demi tilts her head, looking over her notes.

When I don’t respond, her eyes swing to mine.

I know I look curious as fuck, which is confirmed when she frowns. “What’s wrong?”

I got off with you last night and you have no idea and now you’re peppy as fuck and I can’t help but wonder— “Earth to Nico?” She laughs.

Another obvious sign she’s not her typical self this morning. Normally, she’d roll her eyes at me.

Girl’s smiling.

“When’s the last time you had sex?”

Her eyes shoot wide, quickly darting around the classroom before coming back to me. Her voice is low and squeaky when she asks, “What?”

I drop my pencil on the tabletop, twisting in my seat to face her better. “You say you’re not a virgin.” I lean in, speaking lower, “So, when was the last time you fucked?”

She studies me a moment, her green eyes slowly moving between mine. “Why?”

When I don’t let up, she inhales deeply, offering a hesitant, “Awhile.”

“How long is awhile to you, D?”

“How long is it to you?” she challenges, her attempt to delay.

“I haven’t had sex since the last time you watched it happen, and it feels like a fucking year’s passed. Especially now.”

A hint of confusion lines her brows before she realizes what I’m saying – she is making it harder.

Literally, though.

She fights a grin, looking away, but I quickly pull her eyes back to mine.