Careful with the family jewels, sweetheart.
As I lie there, staring at the ceiling, I can only focus on the warmth from her body seeping into mine. With every breath she takes, her large breasts press into my chest.
Fuck.
I place a hand around my morning wood and stifle a groan.
I haven’t had sex in months and since bumping into Harley again, I haven’t even jerked off for fear the only face I’d see in my wet dreams would be hers. Since she became my roommate, I’ve been so paranoid to hide how much I fucking want her, I haven’t wrapped my fist around my cock in days. Now, I’m dying.
Harley rubs her nose against my chest.
The sensation sends a flurry of tingles down to my balls.
She slips a small hand underneath my t-shirt, and I go crossed eyed.
She’s killing me.
If I don’t get out of this bed, I’m going to have to wake her up to fuck her to relieve me of this misery.
There’s only so much I can take.
Harley lifts her head off my chest and drops her body on the mattress before turning her back to me.
God answered my prayer.
I push myself up to sit, frowning.
That near kiss had nothing to do with practicing.
I wanted my mouth on hers.
Had it happened, things would be awkward between us.
A disastrous situation if we are to live in harmony as roommates.
A. Monte Cristo saved me from crossing a line I have no fucking business crossing.
I turn my head to the sleeping blonde.
I need to get away from this woman. She’s fucking with my head.
I slip out of bed and tiptoe to the door that’s ajar. Once in the hallway, I make a beeline for my bedroom and stagger towards the bathroom. I enter and close the door behind me with the heel of my foot as my hand pulls at the string of my sweatpants. In a mad rush, I lower them along with my boxer briefs. I groan as my erection springs free.
I’m seconds away from losing my shit.
I step into the shower, play around with the setting, turn my back to the jet, and allow the hot water to splash all over me.
I fist my cock and stroke it a few times before jacking myself hard and fast.
My sexy roommate sleeping in my guestroom is the only thing I have on my mind as my hand pumps my meaty cock.
I flash back to last night’s near kiss.
The unmistakable lust I read in her eyes acted like rocket fuel shooting through my veins. I was a breath away from finding out what she tastes like.
Why the fuck was I thanking A. Monte Cristo?
I curse the asshole for robbing me from fulfilling the fantasy I’ve held since meeting the blonde bombshell.
