Eyes closed, head tilted back against the pillows, I let out a low breath as I come, jizzing in my palm. My hand slows, easing through the last remnants of release. I’m too blissed out to care about anything?—
“Oh my god!”
The voice hits me like a punch to the chest.
My eyes snap open and I meet my roommate’s startled expression, her eyes on my dick, on my face, back to my dick.
Jesus Christ…
My door slams shut so hard the walls shake.
I sit upright in bed, heart slamming against my rib cage like it’s trying to escape.
She saw.
Oh she definitelysaw.
My hand drifts to the sheets—instinct, maybe—and I feel it. I’m still hard.Worse,I’m getting harder.
Jesus Christ.
Underneath that shame, curling low in my gut like smoke?
Desire.
The thought that she saw me doing something naughty—the way I’d seen her, practically naked.
Good. Give her something to dwell on, the way I’ve been fantasizing about her.
I shift against the sheets again, breath slowing. Still wired. Still pulsing. Still half-hard and nowhere near sleep. I grip my swollen dick and begin a slow, languid stroke…
I’m not some teenage boy.
I’m a grown man, and I’mnotsorry.
poppy
. . .
The sound of Turner’s TV filters faintly through the door, a low rumble of something dramatic and manly—sounds like a nature documentary about competitive lumberjacking? OrNaked andAfraid. Hard to tell from out in the hallway, but he does seem like the kind of guy who’d enjoy those things or maybe he doesn’t; it’s not like I know him.
Big muscles. Masculine to his core, with a soft, gooey shell.
I haven’t known him long, but he’s a big, giant lab. Much like the resident dog, Nugget, I have yet to meet.
I hold a wine glass in one hand and an unopened bottle in the other, standing in front of his door, hesitating like a rookie.
This is fine.
We had a good time tonight!
This isnormalroommate behavior. Some light, casual flirting. A handful of deeply suggestive jokes. And okay, maybe I panicked and chewed on a flower garnish to keep from saying something wildly inappropriate—but in my defense, it was either that or make a comment about his mouth.
We laughed. We vibed.
We had fun.
It’s just a friendly little olive branch. A casual, no-pressure invitation to get to know him better. As hisbuddy.
