Page 43 of Withholding Nothing

“So how is it rooming with Ashton?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his lips. I gave him a nonchalant shrug. There was no need to divulge in all the details, especially when I already knew what he wanted to know.

“It’s cool, I guess,” I finally said, taking out a turkey and cheese sandwich.

“Just cool? So you haven’t seen her in anything sexy yet?” Chris asked with a slight pout. I’ve seen her in the midst of an orgasm if that’s what you mean.

“Why would I? She’s just my roommate, not my girlfriend.”

“You’re way too much of a gentleman. There’s no way I could live with a woman that sexy and not try to bang her,” Chris stated, shaking his head in what looked like pity.

I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything. Of course he was right in a sense, but I couldn’t agree with him without telling him the whole story. Sure, when I first saw her, I was instantly attracted to her, but learning that she’d been the phone sex operator I’d been talking to sparked something else inside of me. I hadn’t really pinpointed what it was exactly, but it was hard to ignore, even more so now that the truth was out in the open.

My mind flashed back to the events of last night. I thought she and Natasha invaded my thoughts before, but now I almost thought about her nonstop. I could still vividly picture the look in her eyes when I first slipped my fingers inside of her and could still hear the needy moan that fell from her lips. My fingertips tingle as I thought of how tight her walls gripped my fingers, as if begging me to never remove them from her. I blew out a breath. If I didn’t get my thoughts together, I was going to have to find another conquest for tonight. A simple hand job wouldn’t do with all the sexual frustration building up inside of me.

“Anyway, you doing anything tonight? Was thinking about going to the bar for some drinks or something,” Chris asked, breaking into my thoughts.

“I’ll have to check, but I don’t think so. I’ll let you know,” I said, taking a bite out of my sandwich. He nodded as he stood.

“Sounds legit. Just let me know,” he said and left the break room. My phone vibrated on the table, displaying the number I wish I could forget. I hit ignore and continued chewing, cringing when a text message notification sounded. This whole situation with Kayla was infuriating and confusing. The last thing she'd said to me before I left was that we were pretty much in denial that our relationship would permanently work despite years of her telling me otherwise. I’d expressed to her many times how I’d felt inadequate when it came to being with her. She was the woman with the successful career and all the money; what the hell would she want with a blue-collar average Joe like me? She’d always reassure me that she loved me for how I made her feel, not for what I could do for her since she could “do for herself.”

I sighed and pushed thoughts of the past out of my mind. My phone chimed with another text message, this time from Ashton.

A: Since you think you’re the only person around here who can cook, I wanted to know what you’d like for dinner tonight.

Snickering to myself, I typed a quick reply.

O: Surprise me. As long as it’s not one of your many TV dinners you have in the freezer, I’ll be fine.

Her reply was swift.

A: If you keep talking trash, you’ll come home to a completely burnt Hot Pocket and overcooked broccoli.

O: Then I guess I’d just have to have you for dinner then.

A playful smirk pulled at my lips as I pressed send. The reply bubble popped up for a few moments, feeling like eternity before it disappeared. Radio silence. I shook my head and put my phone back down. I had to give her credit; aside from being caught up in the moment last night, she sure knew how to keep up a strong front. Maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as I originally thought.

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Garlic, cheese, and pepperoni smacked me in the face as soon as I entered the apartment. I smirked to myself. “Frozen pizza doesn’t count!” I called out as I kicked my work shoes off and picked them up.

“Shut up, it isn’t pizza!” she replied. “Everything should be done by the time you get out of the shower!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said mostly to myself, walking to my bedroom. I stripped out of my greasy uniform, tossing it into the laundry basket in the corner of the room before heading to the bathroom.

The hot water felt good against my tired muscles as I lathered up with Old Spice body wash, cleaning away the grease of today’s hard work. I ended up having to take a rain check with Chris, too fatigued by the end of the workday to want to go out anymore. The only thing I wanted to do was relax tonight, and maybe mess with Ashton depending on how I felt after dinner. No sooner than the thought of her crossed my mind, a cool burst of air broke through the hot steam. A slow grin spread across my lips as I saw movement on the other side of the shower curtain.

“I thought you were supposed to be cooking,” I said over the noise of the showerhead. No one responded, instead, she pulled back the curtain and stepped in behind me, completely naked. I turned to face her, meeting her heated gaze. Her eyes traveled along my body, her fingertips tracing the muscles in my chest and stomach.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into by being in here?” I asked, my voice low.

“Yes,” she breathed, taking my cock into her warm hands. I bit my lip, the pad of my thumb brushing against her nipple.

“Are you positive this is what you want? Because if you say the word, it’ll be hard to turn back,” I warned her. Her eyes darkened as she nodded, proving her point when she dropped to her knees and put me in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned. The water cascading off my chest soaked her hair as she sucked my cock. Seeing her full, pouty lips moving along my cock made me even harder, but she took it all with no hesitation. Her beautiful blue eyes looked up at me, her warm hand stroking up and down my shaft. I grabbed a handful of her hair and thrust into her mouth, my toes damn near curling when I hit the back of her throat. I noticed when she reached down and rubbed her clit as she continued to suck me, her moan vibrating around my cock. Disappointment flashed in her eyes when I pulled myself out of her mouth.

“Am I not doing it right?” she asked, her voice small.

“You were perfect, babe. Stand up for me,” I said. She slowly stood, uncertainty in her gaze as she watched me. I pulled her closer to me and dipped my head, taking a nipple into my mouth as my fingers caressed her slick core. She caressed the back of my head, throwing hers back as she groaned in pleasure. Goosebumps rose on her skin as I alternated between licking and sucking her nipple, continuing until both were rock hard. She watched as I brought my fingers to my mouth, licking away every trace of her sticky juices before getting on my knees before her. Securing one of her legs on my shoulder, I leaned forward and took her clit into my mouth, sucking gently.

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