The Hockey’s Plaything
There she was, curled up on her bed in a tank top and shorts, her legs slightly parted, a book open in one hand.
Her other hand... fuck, it was between her thighs, moving slowly under the fabric. Her eyes were glued to the pages, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she bit her bottom one. I'd never seen her like that, vulnerable and aroused.
My cock twitched instantly, hardening against my jeans. I should have walked away, but I couldn't. I watched as her fingers circled, her breath hitching, the book trembling in her grip. It was some romance novel, the cover showing a shirtless guy and a damsel. Innocent Emily, getting off to words on a page.