Chapter Fourteen
Lennon
Hunter’s grunts and groans from his room cause heat to build between my legs. Hell, those are the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard. I close my eyes and picture him touching himself, and then rub my thighs together to relieve the ache building inside.
Reaching for my vibrator, I imagine him on his bed, slipping into his shorts and stroking his hard c**k. I angle the top of the toy over my c**t, and as soon as it comes alive, I desperately search for my release. I think of Hunter in his room doing the same, throwing his head back when he comes, and wonder if he thinks of me while he pleasures himself.
The guilt creeps in again, just like it always does when my thoughts about Hunter turn inappropriate. After our time in Utah and these past six months, I don’t know th
