It was messy and noisy and disgustingly satisfying. My hands trembled as I wiped myself clean, shame burning hot behind the mess of sensations from my climax. What was happening to me?
With a shaky sigh, I sat up and pulled on my pants again. Wrapping my arms around myself, I tried to chase away the feelings Felix had wrought inside me. They were terrifying and exhilarating all at once, like riding a roller coaster or jumping from a plane. And I didn’t know if I wanted to do it again. Not now at least.
I took one last look around the now tidy room before slipping past Felix’s door and heading downstairs to grab the clean sheets, hoping to hide the evidence of the mess I’d made, and my own frazzled thoughts while at it.
The next morning, I finally started on the pantry. There was more expired food in there than I could have ever imagined, full of cans bulging, boxes torn, jars sticky with forgotten sauces. I groaned, realizing this was going to take far longer than I’d hoped.
I grabbed a small stepstool and began lifting cans off the top shelf, tossing them into cardboard boxes for the trash.
The pantry door swung open suddenly, and I jumped, losing my balance. The stepstool wobbled beneath me, and I let out a startled yelp.
Strong hands caught me before I could hit the floor, steadying me. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked up—and froze. Felix.
My minds eye was instantly filled with images of him from last night, naked and covered in his come. I turned bright red and looked away from his gaze.
“T-thank you,” I stammered, my pulse hammering as I felt the lingering warmth of his hands on my waist. I waited, expecting him to release his hands, to put me down.
He didn’t.
I could feel the weight of his gaze, calm and intense, pressing into me in a way that made my stomach twist. My cheeks flared hotter, and I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing thoughts. Every instinct screamed at me to pull away, but part of me didn’t want to.
“Um… you can put me down now.”
He still didn’t. Instead, he pinned me to the wall and wrapped my legs around him, his hardness pressing into my core. I let out a little squeak of surprise, my cheeks instantly heating up. My thoughts scrambled, and my hands fumbled in midair, unsure whether to push him away or just stay frozen. My heart raced, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember how to even breathe normally.
“You know,” he said, his voice low and smooth, the kind of tone that made my pulse skip and my stomach tighten. “You really shouldn’t peep on people when they’re touching themselves.”
My stomach dropped. He did see me last night. My thoughts scrambled, and for a second, I wished the floor would swallow me whole.
“Unless you want to help,” he said, grinding his stiff cock into my center. “Then you’re more than welcome.”
“I—I…” My voice faltered, and I couldn’t seem to find the right words.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I heard you after, you know. The noises you make when you touch yourself,” he paused and gave my earlobe a gentle nibble. I gasped, and subconsciously wrapped my legs tighter around him. “I’d love to see it in person.”
My breath caught as he slowly traced the shell of my ear with his tongue. I shuddered, unable to think, unable to react. His hand slid down my side, tracing the shape of me through my clothes. I gasped into the side of his neck, both wanting and dreading what he might do next.
“I,” I managed to croak out. “I have to finish cleaning.”
His chuckle slid over me like silk, sending shivers down my spine. “Ah yes,” he murmured, letting me go but not moving away completely. I could feel the warmth lingering, the subtle weight of his presence making it impossible to fully relax.
My hands trembled slightly as I stepped back, trying to reclaim my composure. Heart hammering, cheeks aflame, I forced my gaze on the pantry doorway. Focus. Finish the task. Anything but him.
I took a shaky step toward the pantry, forcing my hands to steady as I reached for the next box. My pulse was still hammering, every nerve on fire from his proximity. I kept my gaze fixed on the shelves, convincing myself that focusing on the task would keep my thoughts from spiraling.
Felix didn’t move. He just leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with that unnerving,unreadable expression. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the heat creeping up my neck.
“You’re just going to watch?” I asked, my voice higher than I intended, betraying my nerves.
He tilted his head slightly, that low, unreadable smirk playing at his lips. “For now,” he said, voice calm but carrying a weight that made my stomach twist. “I like seeing you in action.”
Before I could respond, his phone buzzed sharply against the counter. He glanced down, eyes briefly flicking to the screen. “Duty calls,” he muttered, irritation threading his low tone.
I exhaled—part relief, part disappointment—as he straightened, giving me a lingering look that made my pulse spike one last time. With a small, almost teasing nod, he turned and left the room, the door clicking softly behind him.
I sank onto the side of the shelf, letting out a shaky laugh. Alone again. Safe. And yet, my chest still fluttered with the echo of his presence, leaving me both relieved and longing.
Chapter 10
