Just Pretend

Chapter Nineteen

Gwen

Not long after breakfast, Jason tells me that he's going to his place to get clothes for the next few days, to which I convince him that I'm fine and he agrees to spending two more days before going back to normal.

I pack away the dishes he'd washed after eating and I wipe my damp hands on the kitchen towel before dropping it on the counter and heading up to my bedroom, kicking Mark's stuff around for the fuck of it and walk into my bathroom.

I put both hands on the sink and lean forward toward the mirror, gazing at my reflection. I'm a decent looking girl with curves in all the right places, big blue eyes and a creamy complexion. I can't understand what about me drives men into the arms of another woman.

I breathe a shaky sigh as emotion threatens to overtake me again and my thoughts drift back to Jason.

I'd felt his erection against me this morning, and isn't that exactly what I need?

I want Jason more than I can possibly say but he won't ever touch me in that way, despite him saying that he'd jump at the chance. I sigh and start stripping down in front of the mirror, watching a few bruises start fading.

In my rush to get the fuck away from Mark in Tokyo, I'd slipped and fell down a flight of stairs, causing a series of bruises on my back and side. There is one particular deep bruise on my lower back that looks horrible but doesn't hurt as bad as one would think.

Sliding my underwear down, I notice the wetness between my thighs even more prominently and I slide my finger between my lips, groaning as pleasure radiates from the spot. I need release. With that thought, I turn and head into my bedroom and sit on my side of the bed leaning down and opening the cabinet. I reach inside and feel around for a silk bag, grasping it when my fingers brush against the material.

I pull out the black bag and sit back on my bed, crossing my legs and opening the bag before shaking out the contents, my eyes falling on the dark red vibrator. I bite my lip and reach for it, turning it over in my hands and considering my decision. I'd given Jason a key to the house after he'd threatened to break down the door yesterday, so he can get in whenever he wanted.

The idea of Jason walking in on me pleasuring myself sends a wave of excitement and desire through me and with that my mind is made up. I put the rest of my toys back in the bag before tossing it to the side and standing up to close my bedroom door. I walk back to the bed, running my hands gently over my body, cupping my breasts in my palms and pulling gently on my nipples with a low moan.

My hands quickly take the form of Jason's in my mind as I sit down on the bed, my legs to the side and spread them slowly as my hands make their way lower; skimming over my stomach and pelvis. I bite my lower lip as my head falls back and a soft moan escapes when my fingers find my aching, wet pussy.

I press down softly on my clit and my body jerks on the bed and I flip my eyes open to stare at the ceiling, circling my clit with my finger, puffs of air escaping my lips. I drop back onto my back and turn my body completely onto the bed; my hand never leaving my sex. My free hand reaches blindly for the vibrator and slides it through my soaked folds upon finding it. I bend my knees as pleasure starts making its way through me when I switch the vibrator onto its lowest setting, pushing it into my waiting hole with a moan.

The delicious vibrations cause my core to coil as my breath catches, my hands working together on the vibrator and my clit that soon my back is arching off the bed, my hands working furiously to work the vibrator in and out of my clenching pussy and to keep circling my clit, moans falling loudly and wantonly from my lips.

Just as I reach orgasm and his name leaves my lips in a soft, breathy moan, I hear Jason announce his return; calling my name up the stairs. My eyes fall on the clock on my bedside table as I try to catch my breath and I gasp at the amount of time passed; it's been forty-five minutes since I came upstairs.