“You won’t. You’re all bark, especially tonight.”
I playfully nibble at her neck, and she giggles, her hips grinding back against mine.
The heat builds, the room several degrees warmer. I have to stop. Her heart isn’t a game, and I need another cold shower.
“Get some sleep,” I whisper, kissing her cheek, my arms pulling her tighter against my chest.
“Hard to when I want to have sex with you,” she purrs and rolls around to face me.
There’s not a speck of tension between us, which at least helps me relax, but the fire still seems to burn within her tonight.
And I so desperately want to help her, but I can’t.
I won’t.
“You’re tipsy,” I remind her. She’s more than slightly tipsy, but I’m trying to be nice and not make her feel like I’m outright rejecting her again. “You can’t consent.”
“Yes, I can,” she grumbles and pushes me off her bed. The smile only grows on her face as I hit the floor, then the laughter starts in her chest, rumbling through her.
My eyes widen, praying that Luca won’t come charging into her bedroom at any moment, because there’s no way that he didn’t hear my ass hit the floor.
Nova beams up at me. “I consent to you sleeping your lame ass on my floor while I fuck myself with my toy rabbit.” She reaches for the nightstand and opens it.
God help me.
She turns the toy on, and the buzz fills the sound of the room.
She brings it between the sheets, moaning my name, and I can’t take it anymore.
I leap off the floor, stumbling backward toward the door. I want to watch her touch herself, even give her a hand, but I can’t. Not tonight.
“I’m going back to my room.” I feel like a coward as I walk backward, my back gently hitting the door, and I sneak out and back into my room.
It’s impossible to sleep, knowing what Nova is doing just across the hall.
And while I can’t hear her toy rabbit buzzing and spinning, I know that damn toy is fucking her.
I want to be the one putting my cock between those sweet pussy lips and inching inside of her.
I collapse onto my bed, my body fueled with heat and steam. A cold shower would be good, but it also could wake Luca.
Well, fuck it.
It’s late. Hopefully by now, he’s in bed, asleep, and will leave me the fuck alone.
I head quietly for the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the fan, and blast the shower on cold. My cock throbs as I strip naked, and I can’t stop myself from stroking it.
Knowing she’s two doors down, pleasuring herself makes my pulse race. She’s fucking herself, imagining that damn toy is me.
I’m her fantasy.
It’s enough to make me rock hard, and I want to find release tonight.
Fuck the ice-cold shower.
I flip the faucet to hot, and steam begins to fill the shower stall.
I step under the hot spray, letting it cascade down my back while I stroke myself, eyes closing, imagining her lips, her tongue, her mouth taking every inch of me.
