Page 31 of Trust Me

“That your fly is undone,” she fires back.

I shoot upright, looking down at my zipper, only to remember that I’m wearing sweatpants. Her laughter flows whimsically from her mouth, the one sound I want to keep hearing on repeat.

“You brat.” I chuckle, backing up to grab her a towel from the cupboard. When I turn back around, she’s out of the tub, shivering as she tries her best to cover her body.

I immediately rush over to her, concern pulsing through me. “What’s wrong? Why are you shivering?”

“It’s j-just me. I’m always cold, especially after getting out of the shower,” she says through chattering teeth.

I wrap the towel around her shoulders, while being careful not to touch her. I can’t cross that line because I know that once I do, I’ll be fucked.

The tension in my chest eases a bit as I see her wrap the towel tightly around her body, her shivering easing. I make a mental note to order her a towel heater for her bathroom. I can add it to the coffee machine order I still need to place as well.

“Thanks.” She smiles softly at me. Grabbing her book, she pauses by my door. “Night, roomie.”

“Good night, roomie.” I wink at her playfully, making her eyes roll as she smiles and walks out of my room.

I may have told her good night, but I won’t be sleeping. Not anytime soon with the pent-up sexual frustration I feel in my entire body. No, it’s going to be a very long and hard night trying to clear my mind from the one girl it shouldn’t have in it.

Chapter 15

Jasmine

I roll over for what feels like the hundredth time.

I came back to my room a while ago where I showered, then got ready for bed, changing into some sleep shorts and my favorite oversized T-shirt.

My problem? I can’t stop thinking about Elio.

About our interaction in the hot tub, the intensity in his eyes, that green hue turning darker, nearly black as I stood from the water and held his gaze, standing above him. It felt good knowing that I had an effect on him, but it was also scary.

Which is why I turned away, trying to gather my wits before I lost it and did something stupid like inch closer to him.

With a groan, I sit up, blowing a curl out of my face. I’ve been tossing and turning for what feels like hours and I need to get out of this bed. I throw my comforter to the side, swinging my legs off my bed, startling Bubbles, who was curled up beside me.

“Sorry, Bubbles,” I coo, petting her. She stretches out, then hops down from my bed and sashays out of the room.

I follow her, thinking a glass of water is what I need in order to fall asleep. Sometimes I need to move my body for a bit, drink some water, and then try to sleep again.

Truthfully, I know I need to get off. It’s been too long since I’ve had a release. The last time I did was the night before I moved in here because I’ve been too nervous to do it with Elio being home.

Which means the need to release some tension is high. Add in our moment in his bathroom, I think I could come in seconds if I put even the slightest pressure on my clit.

I tiptoe my way down the hallway, being careful not to wake Elio. His door is shut with the lights off when I peek that way, so I assume he’s asleep. I come to a halt when I near the open space because boy was I fucking wrong.

Elio is on the couch, his bare, muscular thighs spread wide, his back against the pillow, head thrown back in ecstasy as he wraps his hand around his cock. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen one in real life, and it startles me.

But the more I watch it, the more it turns me on. It’s long and thick, a tuft of hair at the base. I don’t understand how that would ever fit inside of me.

Not that I’m planning on trying, but still.

My mouth waters then drops, and I quickly hide behind the wall so that he can’t see me, but I can still see him.

His moans ricochet lightly off the walls, not loud enough that I would’ve heard from my room, but loud enough that I can hear him from where I’m hiding.

“Fuck,” he grunts, sliding his large hand over his massive cock rapidly, tugging harder at the tip. A spurt of cum spills from it, and he uses it to lubricate his cock, his hand gliding along it a bit smoother now. “Jasmine,” my name is a cursed plea on his lips as he pleasures himself.

My eyes threaten to fall out of my head, my mouth hanging open in shock at hearing him say my name. I throw my hand over my mouth to avoid making any sound.

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