“I would be touching your tits right now,” Gavin growls at me, voice so low now it rumbles through me and sends even more fire to my clit. My head snaps upright again, his voice reminding me that I shouldn’t miss the show while he’s in front of me.
His abdominal muscles are clenched as he strains toward an orgasm. His eyes are locked on me through eyelids drawn low.
I follow his direction, and my other hand rises to caress the closest breast. I can feel the pressure build inside me, but I don’t want to come before he does. Because I want to make him wilder than he makes me. As revenge, because I don’t want to feel this way toward him.
Eyes locked with mine, Gavin comes. A few seconds later, I come too. I ride the waves of my orgasm for the next few moments and close my eyes as if I could hide from what happened.
When I catch my breath, I cautiously open one eye and see Gavin sprawled out on the couch in rest like theBarberini Fawn, his own head thrown back and his eyes closed. Hand still on his softening cock.
That’s when I feel it. The same way that my breath gets taken away when I look at beautiful art, I feel it right now looking at Gavin.
I need to leave.
I channel my inner ninja and start putting my clothes back on, slowly and quietly. I may need to practice my ninja skills, because Gavin opens his eyes and watches me work.
“So...” Gavin’s voice is still breathless from the exertion of what he just did.
“Nope.” I want to talk to him as much as I want Harrison to choose him for the sale.
“Okay.” He doesn’t try to press the issue as he cleans himself up with his underwear and puts the rest of his clothes back on.
We finish getting dressed in a silence that gets heavier the longer we don’t speak. We make it all the way back to our rooms without breaking the no-talking rule. The walk seems longer than it was on the way out, but that’s probably an effect of the awkwardness.
Note to self: next time I masturbate in front of someone I’m not sure I like, I’m going to plan to not walk with him after it’s all over.
“Goodnight,” Gavin says as he opens his door.
“Night.” I open my own door as fast as I can and close it firmly behind me. “Oh my god,” I whisper to myself, crossing the room and throwing myself on the bed. Now that the post-orgasmic glow is gone and the awkward walk to the rooms is over, it hits me that I just masturbated in front of Gavin.
I grab my phone from the side table. “Siri, call Sonia so she can judge my life choices.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t understand that,” my phone says to me, a lot of sass for an AI.
“Call Sonia, please.” I add the please so when the robots take over, Siri will remember I’m a good human.
“Calling Sonia.”
The phone rings and right before it can go to voicemail, she answers.
“Are you on fire?” she asks, sleep in her voice.
“What? No. Why?”
“That is the only acceptable reason to call me on a Sunday night after I’ve gone to sleep, when I have to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to do my job and yours.”
“Well, fine. I was gonna tell you about some casual mutual masturbation that occurred tonight, but if you want to get your beauty sleep in, then I can respect that.”
“What?” she screeches, now fully awake.
“Shit.” I turn the volume down, regretting putting it on speakerphone since Gavin is in the room next to me. I explain what happened between us, not leaving anything out. She would know.
“So, did you guys have sex after all that?” Any trace of sleep is gone from Sonia’s voice after my explanation, leaving a focused businesswoman who has information she wants to extract from me.
“No. And we won’t,” I say, firm.
“Why not?” She doesn’t sound judgmental, just curious.
“I’ve been competing with Gavin my entire life. I can’t just suddenly forget that and fuck him.”
