I stand frozen for a second, debating what to do. Should I just leave it as is? Or go to the ki?—
“Fuck,” Matthew hisses softly, almost as if he were in pain.
What the?—?
I lean against the doorjamb and knock gently. “Matthew, are you oka?—”
But apparently not gently enough, because the door swings open wider, just enough to give me a view of the shower.
Droplets of water cling to the glass, but they do little to hide the man inside.
A very naked man.
The water cascades over his back, his muscles flexing. With one of his hands pressed against the tiles, he wraps his other tightly around his cock, sliding over the hard length.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as I suck in a sharp breath.
I should look away. I know I should. This is clearly a private moment, and I’m the intruder here, but I can’t help myself. Can’t take my eyes off him.
Matthew is completely lost in this moment, so he probably hasn’t heard me calling him. His head is bent, eyes closed. His jaw is set in a firm line as his palm slides up and down his cock, his thumb swiping over the tip every so often, and each time he does it, his muscles flex.
My breath hitches as I watch him.
He’s close. His shoulders are tense, movements turning more frantic.
My thighs press together, my pussy clenching in need as I watch him.
He’s glorious as he chases his release.
His head falls back, lips parting slightly, as his grip on his cock tightens, a low groan coming out of his lungs. “Trouble…”
Holy shit.
My heart does a little flip as I hear him say my name. He’s thinking about me. The revelation makes my stomach squeeze and heat rush through my body.
My fingers curl into tight fists. My clit is throbbing, my aching nipples rubbing against the soft material of my borrowed shirt. He’s not even touching me, and yet my body feels more alive than ever.
His eyes fly open, fixing directly on me.
Shit.
I’m so caught.
But do I leave? No. And he doesn’t ask me to.
No, he keeps his gaze locked on mine as he continues to work his shaft. His pupils dilated, cheeks flushed pink, and jaw set.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, the throbbing between my legs growing more insistent by the second.
“Fucking hell.” His rough voice sends a shiver down my spine. His hand presses harder against the tiles, muscles tightening as he comes, his gaze still pinned on me. Not once blinking or looking away.
It’s the most beautiful and raw thing I’ve ever seen.
He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
His lips part, chest rising and falling quickly as the water cascades over him. I shift slightly, my teeth sinking deeper into my lip to stop a moan.
But Matthew doesn’t miss it.
