Please?
My thighs are quivering. My stomach's tight with the ache of holding back. Everything in me wants to tip over the edge but I force myself to wait. I can obey this man.
I want to. I keep picturing StatMan as a big, bulky hockey player. One who happens to look a lot like my current roommate. Big body, blond hair, intense broody expression.
Oh yeah. That does it for me. I whimper.
StatMan12
When I say so, rub harder. Faster. Grind into your palm. Say my name when you break.
Yoga4Lyfe
Oh my god oh my god... please...
My moans spill into the quiet room. I grab a pillow and press it to my face, muffling the sounds.
StatMan12
Now.
Permission crashes over me like a wave. Mybody seizes, back arching, fingers working frantically as the orgasm rips through me. Unstoppable. Humiliating. Glorious.
I drop the phone, chest heaving. My whole body shakes with aftershocks.
Another buzz.
StatMan12
After you come, don't close your legs. Stay open. Stay wet. Imagine me licking you clean.
I gasp into the dark, reaching for my phone with trembling hands.
Yoga4Lyfe
That was... I can't even...
StatMan12
You're perfect. I wish I could see you right now.
Yoga4Lyfe
I'm a mess.
StatMan12
The best kind of mess.
I lie there in the dark, phone clutched to my chest, trying to catch my breath. Trying to process what just happened. I’m not going to think about the fact Silas is right next door and I just came thinking about hands that might be his.
Off limits,I tell myself.He's completely off limits.All men are supposed to be off limits this year. That was the deal I made with myself. Focus on work. Focus on building something that's mine. No distractions.
My body doesn't care about deals or rules or the fact that getting involved with anyone right now would be a terrible idea.
I roll over and close my eyes. My body hums with the afterglow, warm and sated and impossibly alive.
Chapter Twelve
