I lift the sheets again and look down at it, all hard and right there.
Oh god, I’m a perv.
If a guy in one of my romance books did this, it would not be okay.
Although you typically can’t see a girl being turned on. But creepily staring wouldn’t be okay.
Consent is a thing.
That’s it.
I’m about to push the covers off and covertly roll out of bed when Justin stirs.
What do I do?
Look at the ceiling? Pretend to be asleep? Act casual, like there isn’t a tent over his crotch that a whole ass group of Boy Scouts could camp under?
Thankfully, he rolls away from me.
I slowly exhale, trying to keep it from being audible, then dramatically yawn and stretch.
Justin inhales deeply, then looks over his shoulder at me. “Mornin’.”
“Morning.” And my voice is an octave too high. Great.
“How’d you sleep?”
That dissipates the awkwardness for a moment. “Good. How about you?”
“Also good. Much better than if I’d been tossing and turning on the couch all night.”
“Good. I’m glad.” I’m calmer now, but my voice is still coming out breathy.
He’s still right there.
With his probably-still-hard cock.
And he smells good.
I’m not okay. Send help. Or a vibrator. A Justin-free space where I can use my vibrator.
“Okay if I go shower?” he asks.
I glance at him. Did the universe hear my plea?
“Yeah, of course. I’m just going to… lounge for a bit. Maybe get a little work in before I have to leave.”
He nods. “Thanks.”
Then he’s climbing out of bed, and though I shouldn’t look, I can’t tear my eyes away, wondering if I can get another glimpse of him, but he keeps his body angled away from me. On purpose?
The second the lock on the bathroom door clicks, I dive for my bedside table and pull out my favorite vibrator. It’s quiet, but powerful. Exactly what I need to get the job done.
The shower turns on, and I breathe out a sigh of relief and switch my vibrator on. The second it touches my clit, I’m fighting back my moans. I’m too keyed up. I need the release.
My mind drifts back to what I saw this morning, then I imagine his hand around that hard muscle as he holds it in front of my mouth. I close my eyes and imagine swirling my tongue over his tip and the guttural moan he’d make.
I bite my lip, but can’t hold back a whimper.
