Elysian

[22] - make your fantasies come true

a/n: this chapter contains sexual content.
if you don't want to read it you can move on onto the next chapter!

MIKA
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My gaze widens at the sound, snapping to the door.

Is he..?

I realise it's slightly opened, not locked, allowing me to catch the steam coming from the hot water. The same I can hear falling as it feels the bathtub. But that's not where my focus lays on.

No. Lane's lean structure is what catches all my attention. Although I can only see half of his body, there's no doubt of what's he's doing.

Did he do it on purpose? Knowing I'm just on the other side of the damn door hearing everything? Did he leave the door unlocked intentionally too? Fuck.

I should grab my phone, plug my AirPods and distract myself. Pretend it never happened and that I'm totally oblivious. But who would be able to do that anyway?

I'm supposed to not like the guy, I don't, but fucking hell if he's not sending me over the edge this week. And not how he usually does. Honestly? This is so much worse.

Like standing at the end of a cliff and for a moment, a single and brief one, imagining how it'd be if I just accidentally slipped. Would the fall be scary or the most freeing feeling ever? Would it be worth the impact at the end?

That's how I feel about Lane. I'm just as any other woman with needs and when I see something I like, I take it. The thing is, usually it's easy, discharged of any complications. Fun, simple and great.

He's always been very outspoken about his attraction for me, even if sometimes mixed with jokes. The problem isn't being afraid to not get that want reciprocated, but knowing there might not be a coming back from it.

"Fuck" his groan startles my focus again.

My fingertips tingle to do something, anything. After all, if Lane can get off at the thought of me, it's only fair I do the same, right? If I'm fast enough, he won't even have to know..

Before I can give it a second thought, my hand is already traveling down my body all the way to my panties. Anticipation and surprise at myself for actually doing it sinking through my bones.

A single rub of my fingers around my clit, has me arching my back and digging the back of my head deep onto the pillow.

My lips part but, luckily, i'm aware enough to stop myself before letting a loud moan escape. I'd be lying if I said it hasn't been some time. My body has been thrives for a good release for months and this might just be it.

Letting my gaze find its way back to the breach of vision I have of Lane, my body almost shudders at the sight. I can't see his dick, but I can see his muscles flexing as he works it.

His body is pressed against the sink, one hand gripping it for balance. Head thrown back like mine, eyes closed and breathing heavy. Fucking hell and here I thought this fucker couldn't get any hotter.

Needing more, my free hands slips under my top, finding my breasts. I begin to pinch my nipples as Lane's groans fill both rooms.