“Rowan…” he began in a low voice that said he didn’t want to enjoy me saying it but probably did, “that is?—”
A bad, bad idea, but I was already tumbling down that slope.
“Is that why you kept referring to my size?” I asked him. “Because you enjoyed seeing it?”
His face reddened. “I don’t think this is appropriate for us to be talking about, considering the nature of our relationship.”
“Probably,” I said, stroking myself slowly. “I didn’t inspect the rules that closely to find out one way or the other.”
“I’m not really sure myself, but...oh God, are you still going?”
“I am,” I said. “Because of you, I have been holding off for days. And because of you, I want to keep going. So you can either behave yourself and step out of the room, and we’ll pretend nothing happened. Or you can open your eyes and watch like you clearly want to...or you can come over here and help.”
His expression screwed up as he clearly ran back and forth in his mind what he wanted to do. My heart was thundering in my chest, but I had already opened my mouth and potentially Pandora’s Box; there was no point backing out now I had the ball rolling. Proper risk assessment had always been my best skill in a professional setting, less so in a personal one. Hence why my love life had been fraught with issues and why my sex life had always been...interesting.
Luka’s eyes opened, and he stared at me as I slowly stroked myself. “Jesus, that is...impressive.”
“Clearly, I’m not the only one around here who is impressive,” I said, keeping my eyes on him while I stroked. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been using you as my focus both times.”
He hesitated. “You were thinking of me the last time, too?”
“I was,” I admitted. Hell, I was sitting here jerking off for him, what was the point of hiding it? “Watching you and Cade wrestle naked had a marked effect on me. I tried to put it off, but by the next day, I’d clearly lost the battle of self-control. So here I am again.”
“That you are,” he said, turning and tapping the computer screen on the inside of my room. “God, that privacy mode bug had better be fixed or so help me?—”
I watched as he walked over, pulling off his shirt and throwing it to the ground. I greedily sucked in the sight of his hard body as he shoved at the front of his pants to pull his own dick free. Kneeling on the bed, he rolled so he was pressed against my side, and didn’t hesitate to press his mouth to my hip and suck gently as he wriggled up to lick along my stomach.
No longer thinking clearly, I leaned forward, ignoring the twinge in my back as I caught his mouth with mine. I had never been one to fuss over kissing in what was primarily a lust-fueled sexual encounter, and I wasn’t going to start now, no matter how complicated we were making things. He jerked himself off as I stroked myself, his tongue sliding over mine, and then he sucked on my bottom lip.
He grunted when I pushed his hand away and took hold of his dick to take over. The head of his cock was leaking enough to make the tip shiny, and I ran my thumb along the underside, smiling when his hips jerked, and he grunted in surprise. His hand quickly found mine, his breath a wispy moan as his grip closed around it and began perfectly mimicking the motions I had been using on myself when he’d first entered the room.
“Bad idea,” he muttered, his motions never stopping.
“Very,” I agreed, making him moan again with another swipe of my thumb.
“Could get us both into trouble.”
“So stop.”
I thought he was going to, but instead he slid down to lie beside me and continued stroking, kissing my chest. I could still smell him, but it was somehow even more potent, as if kissing and stroking had brought a new aroma to the air. We hadn’t done nearly enough for it to be sex, surely, but that didn’t matter as I continued, feeling his body tighten and relax and the way my body’s tension wound tighter and tighter.
“Oh yeah,” he said in a low whisper. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said, because what was the point of lying?
“Good,” he said, sounding intense rather than glad to be done with something he was probably second-guessing. “Come for me. Let’s see if jerking off for you is better than you thinking of me while you do it.”
I hissed as his words slithered into my brain, and I came hard. I watched as he continued stroking, twisting his body as he angled my cock toward him. The first shot splattered my hand, still wrapped around his dick, but the next hit his groin and his dick. Groaning, I loosened my grip so I could come all over his cock and then wrapped my grip back around him to use it as lube as I pumped.
“Oh,” he moaned, clearly the new sensation and the knowledge of what he’d chosen as lube adding to the whole thing. “Oh God, Rowan?—”
I knew better than to change what I was doing, from the way I gripped, the tightness of it, to the pace of my strokes. Wet noises filled the room along with the smell of his body and my cum mingling. His hips gave another jerk, and his fingers dug into my thigh as he thrust his hips and came with a low cry. I wasn’t worried about being overheard; I knew the rooms were supposed to be soundproofed. Something about giving people privacy, and not disturbing others if you listened to loud music in the middle of the night.
Right now, though, it covered up his next cry as he came hard, spilling over my fingers and hitting my body with a delightful warmth. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who’d been pent up, based on the mess he made. When it was done, he rolled onto his back, panting slightly, his stomach shining with his cum, his cock shining with mine.
“Uh oh,” he said when I got up and retrieved a towel to wipe myself. “Uhhhhh ohhhhh.”
“I had better not hear the word lawsuit,” I warned. “As Reggie so bluntly pointed out, I am a consenting adult. As are you, so unnecessary litigation will not be playing a part here.”
