Page 14 of Under His Touch

“Come on,” I say, and she follows me down the hall to my bedroom. She stays at the door, shifting from one foot to the other as I dig through my closet and come back with clothes for her.

“Thanks,” she says. “You wouldn’t happen to have a spare toothbrush.”

“Yeah, in the bathroom off your bedroom. I keep it stocked for Will. Sometimes he crashes here. You should find everything you need.” I walk her to the room beside mine and open the door for her.

She steps in and goes to the window with the view. “This is beautiful.”

“Yeah,” I say, but when she turns back, it’s her I’m looking at. “Do you need anything else?”

She wraps her arms around her slim body and shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay, you know where the kitchen is if you get hungry, and if you need anything through the night, you know where to find me.”

I leave her alone to change and make my way to my own room, where I head straight for the shower. I strip off, run the water and climb into the hot spray. As it rains over me, and I envision Megan stripping down in the next room, I take my thick cock into my hand and stroke from base to crown. Hell, it might feel good, but the only thing that could make it better was if I was sliding into Megan with her moaning my name. I take a breath, brace one hand on the wall by the nozzle, and pump a couple more times until I shoot my cum into the stream. Feeling a measure of relief, I rinse off, dry my body and flop down into my bed.

I toss and turn, but sleep continues to elude me. A noise in the other room reaches my ears and I sit up and listen. I kick off my sheets, and tug on a pair of boxers. Is Megan trying to sneak out under the cover of darkness or does she need something? I push open my door, and pad quietly down the hall. When I round the corner, and find her curvy ass aimed my way as she bends over the coffee table, and tucks the tab into the cardboard pizza box, my cock instantly thickens.

“Megan,” I say quietly.

She jumps and faces me, and my gaze drops to her breasts, her nipples precisely, and the sexy way they press against the worn material of my white T-shirt.

“Alec, you scared me.”

“What are you doing?”

She picks her computer bag up from the floor. “I couldn’t sleep, and I came out to get my laptop,” she says quickly, her voice breathless, like she’s been in my bed, and I’ve been doing dirty, delicious things to her body.

Get those thoughts out of your head, dude.

“I saw the pizza was still out, and thought I’d put the rest of it in the fridge. Nothing like cold, firm pizza for breakfast,” she says, her edgy laugh stroking my balls.

I step up to her and pick up the cardboard box, my hand brushes hers and she sucks in air. “You always had a thing for leftover pizza with cold cheese, and a firm crust. Must be a weird Philly thing,” I tease. She whacks my stomach, and I capture her hand, bring it to my chest.

“It’s...it’s not weird, and it’s not a Philly thing. A lot of people love leftover pizza,” she says, her voice hitching as her body vibrates. I step closer, crowd her, brush my thumb over her wrist as I keep her hand pressed to my chest.

“I’m not one of those people. I don’t get the appeal.” I dip my head and focus in on her wet lips. I drop the box and put my thumb under her chin. Her lips part slightly, and that’s exactly the kind of encouragement I want, or rather don’t want.

“What’s...what’s not to get?” she asks, her chest rising and falling faster now, her sweet minty breath washing over my face.

I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess I like warm things in my mouth.”

Don’t do this, Carson. Go the fuck back to your room.

Unable to stop myself, I let go of her hand to grip her small rib cage, and my thumb lightly brushes one hard nipple. “Oops, sorry.”

I wait for a kick to the nuts, but instead, she lets loose a sexy moan that fuels the hunger in me. Goddammit, she’s as responsive to my touch today as she was all those years ago.

“You asked a lot of questions tonight,” I say, “questions about myself and what I find important in a relationship.”

“Yes,” she says, and swipes her tongue over her bottom lip.

Want zings through me. “You never asked how I liked to have sex.”

“I’m... I’m not sure it’s on the form,” she says, her eyes dimming with desire.

“What if it is? Some of those questions are pretty damn personal.”

“True.”

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