Move your ear away from the wooden door and take light steps toward your bedroom, promptly forgetting whatever it is you heard.
But you can’t.
Your feet are planted, unwilling to move as you listen just outside your roommate Simon's door.
Inside, you hear his soft groans, and the wet sounds of him stroking his cock travel under the door, shooting straight into your ears.
You feel like a fucking creep.
And, unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time.
Ever since your dad pushed Simon into your house some weeks ago to be your bodyguard while he campaigns state to state for reelection, you have partaken in some questionable escapades.
Like stealing one of Simon’s work shirts and laying it over your face, his scent still fresh as it floods your nose as your work at your aching cunt with your fingers. Your fresh arousal meshing with the soft cotton of your panties leaving a large wet spot in its wake.
Or when you sat in the living room, watching him through the large glass sliding door as you peered into the backyard. With only a blanket covering you, you grounded yourself against a small pillow while watching him work out.
Shirtless, sweating, and with bulging biceps, he did curl-ups with a heavy set of weights. You had coaxed an orgasm so intense that you had forgotten your surroundings, and didn’t smother a loud yell.
Simon sprinted in, throwing open the sliding door. His hand rested on the gun tucked in its holster at his side.
“Everything alright?” he asked, his voice breathy yet firm.
Your skin burned, but you managed to issue a quick yes before your eyes drifted to his sweaty bare chest.
His light chest hair was matted, and his shorts rode low on his hips, revealing a strip of light hair that extended from his belly button to his pubic area.
“You need me to put a shirt on, cupcake?” he taunts with a quipped brow.
You had almost passed out, but it was harmless.
Weird, but harmless.
But, this.
This was completely different territory.
You were intruding on something so profoundly personal, intimate.
And yet, that fact didn’t stop you from slipping your cold fingers into your panties. Your pointer finger slipping inside your soaked cunt without much force.
A curse slips off his tongue as you hear the slick sounds pace increase. You can almost imagine him behind the door.
Lying in his bed, his body tight and itching for relief. Head tilted back against his headboard, as he strokes himself lazily, eyes hazy and teeth digging into his lip.
Your slip another finger inside your cunt, grinding your clit as you lean against the wall just next to his door.
Your start to think of what he would do with you if you were inside his room, bare knees pressing into the vinyl flooring as you took his cock inside you mouth, his fingers threading through your hair.
“So fuckin’ good, cupcake,” he mumbles, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He lets out a rough noise as he comes in your mouth, eyes darkening when he sees you swallow his come on your tongue.
He pulls you up, setting you in his lap, teeth nipping at your lips and lips sucking yours. He presses his finger against your clit as you grind yourself on his thigh.
“You were squirmin’ down there, huh? Need it that bad?” he grunts, his warm breath fanning your cheek. “Needy fuckin’ girl.”
Your hand presses over your mouth as you feel your body convulse around your fingers and you hear him sputter a choked noise.
You hear the soft creak of the bed as he gets off, and with your chest still heaving, you spin on your heels and pad back to your room.
After you reach your room, your body tingling, your phone chimes. You take it out, the screen glowing, and see a single text from Simon.
“Should have come in, sweet girl. Had your picture in my hand.”
