One and Done - S. Briones Lim Page 0,73

as it sounds, I didn’t want to feel any more of a creeper than I already did.

“Mmm…sigh.”

I stuck my hand in between the waistband of my boxer briefs and wrapped my palm around my cock. With each sweet groan coming from the room I mimicked the sound, stroking my dick slowly at first and then harder and faster. I scrunched my face in exasperation. There was no way I could come on my own knowing that the object of my affection was just a few feet away from me.

What a tangled web we weave.

Just as quickly as her breathy moans started they ceased. I figured her dream must have ended, but that knowledge didn’t soothe the raging hard on that I was sporting.

“Fuck,” I muttered, eyeing the bathroom near my foyer. As I was debating whether or not to make my escape to the porcelain god, I heard footsteps padding from inside my room, followed by a few stumbles and a groan. I quickly glanced at the door knob and noticed that it was jiggling slightly. In a move that would make a superhero proud, I made a beeline to the nearest pillow and quickly pulled it onto my lap just in time for the door to open with a soft, “Aha!”

I swallowed what felt like shards of glass down my throat and eyed the sleepy figure. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Ahh!”

I bit back a smile as I watched Rocky stumble back. She looked so tiny in my clothes and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold her in my arms.

How are you supposed to do that with a boner the size of Texas?

I cleared my throat and shifted slightly. “You can join me in ordering this amazing juicer if you want,” I joked, hoping to alleviate the sexual tension I was sure I was exuding.

“What?” Her voice sounded muddled as if she were still lost in a dream. I really hoped she was…

“If you call now you can get two free recipe books,” I growled, pushing away the thought. I really wasn’t helping out my cause. Fidgeting, I readjusted my dick and prayed she wouldn’t notice how the pillow sat a few inches too high from the rest of my lap.

“Oh.” She grabbed at her throat and glanced around helplessly. “Um, I just want a glass of water.”

Funny, I’m ‘thirsty’ too.

I snorted at the way my mind twisted her words around and replied, “Help yourself; the glasses are in the right cabinet.”

She walked toward the kitchen and even in the dark I could make out how pink her ears were. It was as if her body was radiating steam and good God was she steaming hot. My eyes traveled down the length of her petite body, admiring the way the waistband of my large pants sat at the top of her hips, folded up two or three times in order for them to stay in place. When we were younger she’d often complain about her boyish shape, but there was no denying the curves she sported now.

“You know my clothes look better on you than they do on me. Maybe I should let you keep it,” I commented.

“Nah, who’d want these old things?” she replied with a smile in her voice, taking a seat beside me.

I couldn’t help myself and burst into laughter. A distant memory surfaced and I could have sworn we’d said the exact same words to each other once before.

Another lifetime ago.

Just like that my good mood faltered. It was a lifetime ago, but did that matter? The past could stay in the past as long as we made sure it did. Eyes darkening, I resigned to stay in the present, and though I knew I was skating on thin ice, my hormones led me to ask, “Did you have a bad dream?”

“What?” Her voice was barely a squeak.

I pressed on. “I heard you in there. You were breathing hard and moaned a bit.”

“I did not moan!” Her cheeks reddened considerably. I caught myself wondering whether or not she felt as warm as she looked. What I wouldn’t give to drag my finger across her cheeks and feel for myself.

I struggled to swallow. “Actually, you did. I heard you.”

To my surprise she nonchalantly changed the subject. “You’re quite the night owl. Have you been up this whole time?”

“Yes, I heard everything,” I interjected, desperate to steer the conversation back to where I wanted it to go.

“Like what?” Her voice wavered. Although I felt a bit bad