I'm moving this over to this book from my other book. I want all my fan fictions to be in one book cause I don't want to keep up with books.
Leave it up to Evan to take forever in the bathroom. He'd had some male issues and needed "the fresh feeling of godly relief" as he would say. He said you could wait in his room for him to finish up. Only the funny thing is, you also needed the godly feeling of relief after accidentally walking in on Evan and Connor binge watching porn.
You sat on his bed, rubbing your legs roughly against each other, trying to gain some friction. It didn't work. You wait for another minute or two, getting slightly irritated at how long it took Evan to do his thing.
The denim shorts you were wearing somehow found themselves on the floor. Same with your underwear. You placed yourself on top of the pillow, slowly grinding into it as your fingers tangle in your hair, clutching it, while the other hand teasingly rubs at your clit, flicking it every now and then.
You swayed your hips in a quick rotating motion, your liquids oozing onto his cloud white pillow. Desperate to release, you stuck in two fingers, pumping it in and out with great speed, nearly touching your sweet spot.
"Hey Y/N-" he stopped mid-sentence to discover his crush getting herself off onto his pillow. She didn't hear him, so she kept bouncing onto her fingers. He stumbled over and sat behind her, gaining a new found confidence which might have been a gift from God considering his confidence levels are lower than the ocean bottom
He watched in awe as you twisted your fingers inside your vagina, pumping vigorously. A tent in his pants grew, yet again. His mind decided that the real thing was much better than the videos could ever be.
His hand palmed through his jeans, keeping his casted arm still. A steady pace was kept as he smashed down the fabric of his jeans to the rhythm of her bouncing. Her breath hitched as he watched her jam harder, watching her wrist twist.
She removed her fingers, rubbing her heat against the pillow, moving her hips like she was riding a mechanical bull. Her quiet whimpers filled Evan's ears and he stopped to watch her. Finally, he saw her clutching the pillow and tossing her head back, signaling her climax.
He tip toed out of the room unnoticed, slipping back into the bathroom for the fresh feeling of godly relief.
