We’d only been living together for three months and some days when you walked in on me masturbating.
Ten minutes after you walked out the door I stripped down to my tank top and panties, feeling an urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around you regularly caused.
I’d removed my bra and sat cross-legged on the couch with a Ryan Gosling movie playing on TV for inspiration. Just as I was really getting into it—one hand inside my panties and the other cupping the breast I’d tugged my top down to expose—you barged into the apartment rambling about having forgotten something.
You stopped mid-sentence and stared. Your mouth opened and closed. Shocked amusement filled your eyes.
I recovered first and screamed, “Oh my God, Oh my God! Close your eyes! Stay there! Shit. Just GO!” I scrambled to yank up my top and I clamped my legs together, while I sprinted from the room.
Embarrassment swept over me again at the memory and I wondered for about the hundredth time whether I’d ever get over it. Luckily I hadn’t been calling out your name at the time.
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I sipped from my glass of water and stirred the brown rice bubbling in the pot on the stove. It was already after seven. You’d be home any minute now.
My exhibitionist moment had become that elephant in the room no one dared speak about but it was only a matter of time before you cracked and brought up the subject. Since returning from the gym that night the amused glances you kept sending my way confirmed my hunch; the only reason you held back from talking about it was because it made me uncomfortable. This whole situation had become far too entertaining—for you, at least.
I heard the front door open and close. You usually headed down the hall to deposit your work gear in your bedroom before you came looking for me. I took the pot of rice over to the island bench to drain while I waited for you to appear.
Moments later you entered the kitchen, sending me a grin while you strolled across the tiled floor barefoot. I knew- just knew every time you looked at me now you pictured that scene all over again. “Hey,” you said. You wore black athletic shorts and a t-shirt that revealed your muscled arms.
“Hi.” I smiled and met your eyes briefly. “Dinner’s almost ready if you want to set the table.”
Since I had only worked this morning I’d thrown on an old grey t-shirt and navy yoga pants this afternoon. My feet were bare and my glasses were perched on the bridge of my nose. An elastic held my messy bun together at the back of my head.
I’d left the drained rice in the sink, switched off the burner under the stir fry and went about serving up dinner.
When we were both sitting in the dining room beside the floor-to-ceiling window that showcased the lights of the city, I speared a piece of chicken and shoved it into my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, then quickly replaced it with another to avoid having to talk to you.
I wished things could return to normal between us, that we could go back to sharing our flirty banter and having fun together. We’d clicked from the moment we met. Now it was just awkward and the fault lay entirely with me – you hadn’t changed a bit. My eyes remained directed at my plate. It was only when you let out a snort of amusement that I raised my head.
“It’s natural, you know,” you said. Your gaze roamed my face, taking everything in. “To want to do it, I mean. Everyone does it.”
I closed my eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I know.”
I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at you. “Then why are you bringing it up?”
“We need to talk about it.” You balanced your fork on the edge of your plate. “This is serious. The tension around here’s putting me off my food.”
Although it didn’t help at all, I still appreciated your attempt to bring humour into the conversation. “Can’t we just pretend it never happened?” I said.
“Kali, it did happen and it’s not a big deal. You’re just turning it into one.”
My eyes widened. “That’s easy for you to say. How would you feel if I walked in on you…pleasuring yourself?”
“I don’t know because it’s never happened to me. I always go somewhere private to…pleasure myself.” I heard the humour in your tone. “I’ve never set up camp on the couch before and just gone for it.”
Oh, my God. If the humiliation at hearing your words wasn’t enough, now I had the image of you aroused to contend with, too. I pushed my plate away and leaned my forehead against the table. “I’m just going to bang my head here until I knock myself out, okay?”
“C’mon.” Your patient amusement only made the situation that much worse. Why couldn’t I be the mature one here?
Chair legs scraped against tile then your hand wrapped around my upper arm. You tugged me reluctantly into a standing position. Knowing you wanted to talk about it rather than eat your dinner made me realize just how determined you were to fix this problem though. I tilted my head to stare up at you, always surprised by the jolt of awareness I experienced whenever I was close to you.
“Why does it bother you so much?” you asked. Your brows pulled together as you studied me.
“Is it really that hard to understand? You saw me with my hand in my panties. You saw my boobs, too.” I turned my head and stared out the window, wishing I could be anywhere other than here…with you…talking about the first-place holder on my list of embarrassing moments. And I have some pretty embarrassing moments.
“One boob,” you corrected. “A very…very nice one.”
My eyes flicked back to yours to check whether you were making fun of me but your compliment appeared to be sincere. “Thank you,” I said.
“No, thank you.”
A reluctant smile appeared. “It just feels like I’m at a disadvantage. You saw me during a private moment. I can tell you still think it’s funny. I don’t like you having that over me.”
Your mouth turned up at one corner. “You want me to jerk off in front of you to make things even?”
I knew you were joking to lighten the mood but when I opened my mouth to speak, the word that wanted to come out was yes. “Umm…” I sent you a tentative smile.
You let out a laughing breath. “Ahh…I can’t believe it. You actually want me to jerk off in front of you??”
Now that you’d brought up the idea I kept my eyes on you and my mouth shut, waiting you out. I refused to get myself in any deeper without some indication that you felt even a tiny portion of the attraction that tormented me on a daily basis.
You watched me and the humour slowly slipped from your expression. The silence stretched on and the strain between us grew until it eventually became unbearable. Your gaze dropped. When your eyes met mine again the intensity in them left me stunned. “If we’re doing this I’ll need some inspiration.”
My breathing shallowed and my pulse raced. “Like…what?” I could barely get the words out.
“Use your imagination.” You grabbed my wrist and led me into the living room, where a chocolate brown floor rug and two oversized leather couches filled most of the space. You took me over to the coffee table and urged me to sit on the edge. You positioned yourself on the couch opposite me and relaxed against the back. When your attention returned to me your brows lifted. “When this is over, so is all the awkwardness between us. I want the old Kali back.”
I swallowed. “Okay.” I wondered if you actually intended to go through with this or were you teasing me and making me wait for the moment where you’d burst into laughter? I went for something safe just to test you. My fingers reached up to tug at the elastic holding my hair in place. I pulled it free and my hair tumbled over my shoulders. “Does that inspire you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
You let out an amused breath. “You’re beautiful but no, I’m going to need more.”
The pleasure of your words encouraged me to be a little more bold. I pinched the temple of my eyeglasses and pulled them off, setting them on the coffee table.
I nibbled my lower lip, wondering how far to go next. You looked like you wanted me to keep going. The fact that you just sat there patiently waiting, your hands resting on your knees while your gaze swept over me, helped me relax a bit. You didn’t push me or tease me so I decided to make the next step more adventurous.
I held my breath and gripped the hem of my t-shirt, dragging it over my torso. The bundle dropped from my slackened fingertips and I sat before you wearing only my blue lace bra and navy pants. An intense ache spread through me as I watched you watching me.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you said.
I heard the huskiness in your voice and shivers tickled the surface of my skin. Before I could change my mind I stood up and removed my pants. I sat back down in my white thong, gripping the edge of the table to keep my trembling fingers steady. “Don’t you have a job to do?”
Your mouth quirked with the smile I knew and enjoyed. “Why don’t you just tell me you want to see my cock?”
The ache swelled inside of me, crashing in the pit of my stomach, making me feel as if I’d just lost my footing. I met your eyes, and in a voice that had turned kind of breathy, I said, “I really want to see your cock.”
Heat flashed in your eyes. “Keep that up and you’ll be doing a lot more than looking.” You grabbed the top at the neckline and leaned forward, drawing it over your head to reveal your entire upper body to me for the first time.
“Amazing.” I felt a sudden urge to run my tongue over your abs. “You’ve got an incredible body, but I still don’t see your…you know.”
You chuckled then and it thrilled me that we could find time to laugh despite the sensual nature of the moment. “You’re a little eager, aren’t you? Been a while?”
“Too long.” I reached behind me to the clasp on my bra. I flicked it open and drew the straps down my arms until they settled at my bent elbows. I kept the cups in place with my hands and sent you an expectant look. You’d already told me you liked what you saw when you caught me here on the couch. That wasn’t the problem. It was being almost naked and sitting just across from you while you…I had to drag in a steadying breath.
You grinned and lifted your hips, shoving at the waistbands of both your shorts and underwear. You lowered them at the same time, stopping just before you got to the good stuff. “You sure you can handle this?”
I watched the ridges in your stomach contract and my mouth literally went dry. I really wasn’t sure of anything right now. “I won’t be the one handling it, but I’m sure I’ll enjoy watching.”
You huffed out a laugh and your thumbs stayed tucked in the top of your shorts, teasing me with the skin you had on display and the mystery of what remained hidden. “There’s only one problem,” you said.
I clutched my loosened bra to my breasts. “What’s that?”
You met my eyes. “I didn’t get to see you cum.”
My cheeks flushed and a quick thrill ran through me. I knew exactly what you were getting at; I’d have to be content with an unfinished show from you or join in so we could reach that peak together. The thought of you in that moment, watching that look come over your face, I didn’t want to miss out on seeing it for real. “You want to watch me?”
You gave me a half-smile. “I’d rather make you come than sit back and watch, but I’ll take what I can get.”
My heart slowed to a heavy thud. “What?”
You shook your head and laughed. “So pretty, yet so dense,” you teased. “What do you think all the flirting’s been about?”
“You want to have sex with me?” I narrowed my eyes, staring at you. You’d better not be joking.
“Hmm, no.” Your gaze travelled over me, pausing at my mouth before moving slowly down my body. You finally looked me in the eyes. “I want to fuck you.”
Ohhh, my. I let out the breath I’d been holding. A surge of something completely and utterly carnal took hold of me. “I didn’t know,” I said breathlessly. “I mean, look at you…and…look at me.”
You frowned, appearing annoyed by that, as if you couldn’t understand why I felt so out of depth when it came to your physical appeal. “If you don’t shut up and come over here I’m going to start wondering why I’m so hopelessly attracted to you.”
My fingers tightened around the delicate material of my bra as I took it from my breasts and let it fall to the floor. I shook my head slowly. “I still want to watch you.”
Your gaze dropped to my bared breasts and your jaw clenched. “Better lose the panties, then.”
The expression on your face made me want to kiss you. A rush of need swept through me. My nipples tightened into sensitive buds. I pushed myself off the coffee table and slipped my fingers into the waistband of my thong. Your eyes followed my every movement and as I lowered my panties you pushed your shorts and boxers down your thighs.
I stepped from my underwear just as you revealed your cock, inch by delectable inch. My pulse raced. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight. It was already hard and now I’d just found somewhere else on your body that I wanted to lick.
You kicked your shorts free as I sat back down on the table. I perched on the edge, torn between the need to climb over you and straddle your lap or keep my distance for a better view.
“Ladies first,” you said. A muscle twitched in your jaw. Your eyes burned with need. I’d never seen this side of you before.
I lifted my feet, resting them on tiptoes while I slowly, slowly parted my knees. One hand reached behind me, my palm flattening against the tabletop for support. The other dipped between my thighs to tease my damp folds. Moisture coated my fingertips. I sighed, wanting to tip my head back but unwilling to lose sight of you for a second.
You groaned and grabbed hold of your cock, stroking the thick, hard length as you watched me. Your eyes slid over every part of me, from my face to my breasts, dropping between my legs like a physical caress. The veins in the back of your hand stood out. The way your fingers gripped your erection made my own move faster over my slick pussy.
I wanted your hands on me, all over me. I wanted to feel the damp heat of your mouth as it travelled across my skin, the rigid length of you as it sank inside me.
“I was thinking about you,” I said, struggling to put the words together. “When you walked in on me, I mean.” My fingers slid over my clit, massaging the swollen bud while my gaze meshed with yours. I hit a sensitive spot and closed my eyes briefly, swallowing a moan. “I’m always thinking about you.”
“Kali.” I opened my eyes at the sound of my name. You let out a heavy breath that bordered on a groan, working your cock with increasing speed. The head glistened with moisture. I imagined lapping at it with the tip of my tongue. “Come here. I want you.”
Your words gave me a head rush. I drew my legs together and warmth pulsed between my thighs as I rose from my position on the table. I took the two steps that lay between them, leaning over you to bring my mouth into close contact with you. You reached up with one hand and filled your palm with my flesh, massaging my breast, teasing my nipple while your lips brushed mine.
I sighed and climbed over you, hovering with my legs spread on either side of your thighs. I clasped my hand around yours, encouraging you to keep stroking your cock. You groaned and pressed your mouth to mine, taking control, guiding the kiss. You took it deeper, drawing it out with slow sweeps of your tongue, soft nibbles of your lips.
You thumbed my nipple. A whimper sounded in my throat and my hand skated over my belly to delve back between my thighs. I found my wetness, teasing my hidden nub. I moaned and rocked my hips to meet the firm glide of my fingertips. The slick head of your cock bumped against my knuckles as we both pleasured ourselves.
My control faltered and I kissed you harder, thrusting my tongue against yours as my desire grew. My hips jerked. I broke the kiss, my breaths coming heavily as I whispered, “Your cock…I wanna ride it.”
You growled and tugged harder at your thick length, using your free hand to grab a fistful of my hair at the back of my head. “Come for me first,” you said, “then it’s all yours.” I used your grip on my hair to hold myself right there and crushed your lips to mine.
Your tongue plunged into my mouth. A husky moan tore from me and I rubbed my clit, massaging, teasing…pushing myself closer to the edge. My eyes closed tightly, my only focus to come. I needed you inside me. Now. Your hard, wet cock kept sliding against the back of my hand, taunting me, urging me on.
You seemed to sense my impending release. Either that or you were close yourself. Your mouth grew more demanding, your groans more frequent. My fingertips increased pressure on my clit, slipping back and forth. My other hand cupped the back of your neck, holding on. My belly tensed and my hips thrust.
Your mouth roamed over mine, your tongue caressed. It only increased the ache, my need for you. Your hand in my hair, your body beneath mine, I wanted you so much. I pulled my mouth free to drag in a shaky breath. My forehead rested against yours. I cried out, shuddering. It flowed through me in a surge of complete bliss. My moan, when it came, was throaty and full of pleasure. My fingers kept rubbing, my hips jerking.
While the final tremors still shook my body you released my hair and clasped my hips. You shoved your cock inside me, pulling me down to deepen the connection. My back bowed and I let out a garbled sound. You filled me, harsh, fast. My wet fingers dug into your muscular shoulder; my other hand clutched your hair.
Your deep groan against my throat made me shiver. You wrapped your arms tightly around me and fucked me hard. I held on, turning my head to press my lips to your temple. My breasts jolted against your chest. My stomach quivered as the need built inside me all over again.
Your arm tightened around me and you lifted me, still connected with you, lowering me onto my back on the couch. You rested on one elbow, using your other hand to grasp my ass as you took me even harder. Your cock plunged inside me, your hips smacking mine. Sweat-slicked skin met sweat-slicked skin. Your chest brushed against my taut nipples.
You looked into my eyes, a glint of something wild in your gaze. Your mouth lifted in a half-smile. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I clenched my thighs around you, linking my ankles at the base of your spine. “Shut up and make me come.”
You nuzzled my throat and chuckled. Damned if the sound didn’t make a shiver pass right through me. Your pace increased, growing in intensity until I found myself having a brand new appreciation for athletic men.
I met your thrusts with my bucking hips, tipping my head back and biting my lip. I felt it coming, the throb beginning between my thighs. Your teeth grazed my throat and it was all you needed to give me that final push. I gripped your shoulders and let out a hoarse moan, writhing beneath you. I was still so sensitive from the last effort that I wanted to pull away from you and get closer all at the same time.
My release only spurred you on. Your fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, pulling me toward your thrusts. Your mouth travelled across my collarbone, moving up to my jaw. You rested your lips there, your warm breaths whispering over me as I reached my peak. I held on, bracing myself as you gave a couple of final, forceful thrusts, letting out a low groan as you came inside me.
I hugged you, my arms and thighs wrapping around you to keep you close. You relaxed against me, your heart thudding hard, your breaths coming hard.
My eyes drifted closed and a smile claimed my features. I relished in the weight of you pressing against me. I couldn’t believe how much had changed between us in such a short space of time. From the awkwardness this morning to this.
A short while later you stirred against me and lifted your head. “Hi.” You smiled, your eyes heavy-lidded as you lowered your mouth to give me a long, lazy kiss. I lifted my arms above my head, stretching leisurely beneath you and sighing as your lips moved over mine.
You gave me one final soft kiss and pulled back to look me over. “We’re going to have to come up with some arrangement here—roommates-with-benefits or something—because I need to do this again.”
I lowered my arms, hugging your neck as I squeezed my thighs around you. You were still inside me and judging by that look on your face you’d be hard again in no time. “Really? You want to do it again, huh?” I could barely keep the pleasure from my voice.
“Yeah.” You slipped your hand over my breast, massaging my flesh. “We were in such a hurry I neglected these. I want to make up for that oversight.” My breath caught and my hips lifted beneath yours. You smiled. “You okay with that?” You dipped your head to draw my nipple into your mouth.
I let out a sound that I couldn’t decide if it was supposed to be a laugh or a moan. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”
