Completely mortified beyond words, I couldn’t even look him in the eyes before I ducked into the bathroom and closed the door. Locking it.
“Hey, Saint?” he asked from the other side. I didn’t say anything. “Did you like what you saw?”
“Go away,” I said, even more embarrassed.
Leo chuckled before I heard his steps retreating down the hall.
The sight of his bare ass refused to leave my mind, though, and after I used the bathroom, I decided to take a shower. And once I was under the warm water, I slid a hand down my wet torso and down farther before taking hold of my now fully erect dick. As I stroked, I closed my eyes and imagined pushing Leo against the wall and biting one of his ass cheeks. Then, I’d fuck him with my tongue until he was ready for me.
I whimpered as I jerked myself faster. I wouldn’t last long at all.
Fast-forwarding the fantasy a bit until I was buried in his ass, I imagined fucking him, slow at first and getting faster. Hearing his manly moans as I pumped in and out of his heat. The thought of his sexy, muscled back clinching as he arched it was what did it for me, and I came so hard I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from yelling.
“Shit,” I whispered, leaning my head against the shower wall as a final shudder left my body.
Having sex fantasies about your roommate would only make things awkward, and I was awkward enough as it was.
After my shower, I went into the kitchen. Leo was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, and had pants on at least. Thank god. If I wasn’t mistaken, he looked awfully smug.
“I left some coffee for you,” he said.
“Thanks.” I grabbed my favorite mug and filled it before sitting at the table.
“Have a nice shower?” he asked, and something about his voice had me scrutinizing him. His smile was polite. Too polite. Like he was totally up to something.
My face heated at the memory of the shower. “Yep.”
Shit. Had he heard me moaning? I replayed the scene in my head, trying to recall if I was too loud. I couldn’t remember.
Yep. Definitely awkward.