11. Kylie
11
KYLIE
I spent most of Saturday studying, going over everything we’d covered in the first three days of classes. I even asked Parker about a few things, but he looked so miserable and lost in thought that I tried to keep my questions to a minimum.
Jude went out somewhere in the evening, and Mason worked for a few hours on his laptop before putting on a movie. “Give it a rest, Kylie, you’ve been working all day.”
Since my eyes felt like they were about to fall out of my head, I closed my book and put away my things. Then I got a beer out of the fridge and joined him on the sofa. As I took a swig, I reminded myself that we needed some better booze choices as soon as possible.
Parker joined us for the second half of the movie, but then he retired to the balcony for his favorite activity—staring off into space. Right before bed, I went out and tried to get him talking, but it didn’t work.
I climbed into bed and did some reading—fun reading, for a change—on my tablet. I’d just turned it off and stashed it on the shelf above my pillow when Mason came in.
He did his usual athletic hop to get up to the top bunk and settled himself under the covers. “Better close your ears, sweet cheeks,” Mason’s voice floated down from his bunk.
“ Sweet cheeks ?”
“Just wanted to give you some warning so that I didn’t offend your delicate sensibilities.”
I snorted. Yes, I was on the small side, but delicate wasn’t a term most people would use to describe me.
Mason had his head propped up on his hand as he looked down at me. His other hand was under the covers, a fact that made my pulse speed up. “You’re allowed some stress relief at the end of the day, too. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”
He shrugged and then rolled onto his back, putting one knee up either because he wanted to or to block my view of anything that might be moving under the covers.
Realizing I was staring, I rolled over, facing the wall, my ears straining for any sound from Mason’s bed. Then I heard it—a soft, repetitive sound of flesh on flesh. He was stroking himself. I shoved the edge of my comforter between my thighs and squeezed hard.
Mason’s breathing got louder and I wondered what he was thinking about. Some porn he’d seen? Or perhaps being with a pretty woman he’d met on campus? I wished I had a window into his head so that I could see what he fantasized about. Was it just straightforward sex? Or were his fantasies and desires a bit more… intense?
The sound of his bunk bed creaking back and forth as he worked his cock hit my ears, and my hand snaked down between my legs. I couldn’t help it. I slid a finger under my panties and then my whole hand as Mason’s breathing grew more ragged. I paused, my index finger resting on my seam. Could I really touch myself while he was in the room? But I wanted to—badly. It took a real effort not to let my hips undulate because he might see that.
Mason took a quick, shuddery breath in, and it sounded like he might be getting close. Without further debate, I plunged my finger inside my folds.
I was so damn wet. Had I really gotten that wet just listening to him? I gathered moisture on my finger and rubbed it across my clit. Holy shit, that felt good. When was the last time the poor thing had gotten any attention? It had been a while.
My finger traced circles around my clit as my breath started coming out in little gasps. It just seemed so primal. Very nearby, there was a hot-as-hell man who had such a strong sex drive that he couldn’t keep from fisting his cock. Even though he wasn’t alone. Why the hell did that turn me on so much?
But it did.
I tried not to moan as I worked my clit harder. Hopefully, my loud breathing was covered by his. Then the sounds from his side of the room increased. Faster. Harsher. I rubbed my clit hard, knowing I was close.
Mason came with a loud groan and the sound almost pushed me over the edge, but not quite. All I needed was another minute or two, but I didn’t want him to know I was touching myself. He’d never let me live that down. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away, burying my head under the covers so he wouldn’t hear my labored breathing.
A loud creak came from the other bunk and I knew he’d turned onto his side, facing me. That was his preferred sleep position. “Hope you enjoyed the show. I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waiter.” His low voice sounded sexy and satisfied.
“Go to sleep, Mason,” I mumbled from beneath the covers.
For some reason, I was a hundred percent positive that was met with a smirk. “You all right down there? You sound a little… distracted.”
Shit, did he know? “I’m fine. Good night.”
“Good night, sweet cheeks.”
It didn’t take long before his slow breathing indicated he was sleeping. I ran a finger along my folds again, but the moment was gone. Without Mason doing it too, it felt strange. Plus, I didn’t know if I could come without the accompaniment of the hot sound of him jerking his cock.
Once again, it was hard to get to sleep. Maybe the guys had the right idea about this particular bedtime ritual after all. Too bad I wasn’t brave enough to join in.
Sunday was a pleasant day, and I took a break from studying to walk around campus and see some parts of it I hadn’t discovered before. I also ran some errands and brought back a new bottle of whiskey to put in our little kitchenette. Mason seemed like he might be a whiskey man. I wasn’t sure about Jude and Parker.
The fresh air from my long walk made me sleepy, and I ended up going to bed before the others. If they jerked off after they came to bed, they weren’t loud enough to wake me.
I woke up early on Monday and washed my hair. After I got dressed, I spotted Parker hanging around outside of the guy’s bathroom. He gave me a hint of a smile. “Just waiting my turn to shave.”
“I’m done with my bathroom. Why don’t you use that?”
He looked surprised, which surprised me. They’d been generous in giving me my own bathroom in the first place. “You don’t mind?”
“Of course not.”
I truly didn’t mind, but as I squeezed my things into my backpack, I realized I’d left my phone on the bathroom counter. The door was half shut, and I pushed it open before I remembered that Parker was in there. He was leaning forward, peering into the mirror as he scraped a line of shaving cream and stubble off his firm jawline. The position made his very cute bubble butt stick out, and that’s where my eyes went first.
Then I came back to my senses—mostly. “Sorry,” I began, my gaze flying to his face. Or that’s what it tried to do, but all movements and most of my central nervous system shut down when I caught sight of his chest in the mirror.
Holy crap.
His torso was pure perfection. Hard pecs. A clearly defined eight-pack of the most lickable abs I’d ever seen. Smooth skin—evidently, his jawline wasn’t the only thing he shaved. And on either side, rippling biceps.
My mouth dropped open, but I couldn’t help it. I had no idea that Parker was that built. It astonished me that I’d missed it. But then again, with the way he’d been moping around here lately… I’d only seen him sprawled across the couch or walking slowly with his shoulders slumped forward in defeat.
“Can I help you?” As I finally raised my eyes to his face, I caught just a hint of amusement. It was gone almost as quickly as it came, but still, it gave me another inkling of what he’d been like pre-breakup.
“Ph-phone,” I said, still off balance from the sight of him shirtless.
Parker frowned as he tried to extract a coherent sentence from my single word. “My phone’s ringing?”
“No, um… “ Fortunately, I spotted the bronze case of my phone at that moment. I grabbed it and sprinted out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
Mason was just coming down the hallway, and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Problem?”
“N-no.” God, I needed to get my act together. I was living with three hot guys. It was never going to work out if I spent all day drooling over them. But up until now, I thought I’d been rooming with two hot guys and a cute one. But now, after seeing Parker like that, I knew better.
It was a busy day, but every so often, I’d revisit the image of Parker shaving in the bathroom, and my pulse would spike. But as the day wore on—and the assignments piled up—I got too busy to think about him. At least until it was time for bed.
For once, Parker came to bed at the same time as the rest of us. I was glad he wasn’t going to spend half the night on the sofa or the balcony, but I was a little self-conscious because I was only wearing a large shirt and panties when he entered the bedroom. The other guys had seen me like that, but he hadn’t. “Good night,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Night.” He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers.
Jude climbed up to the top bunk a few minutes later, and Mason did the same shortly after that. The room felt smaller with four people in it.
I curled up on my side, my back to the wall as usual, but now that meant I was staring directly at Parker. Then he turned away, and I wondered if it was because it felt awkward to be facing each other like that. Bunk beds were weird.
Soon, I could hear the sounds of Mason and Jude touching themselves. Did they do that every night? It certainly seemed like it. As they got into it, I couldn’t help sliding my hand down my stomach and into my panties. I teased myself as I imagined them stroking their hard cocks. But the image of Parker kept coming back to me, too. Sure, I’d seen shirtless men before—especially since moving here—but somehow, it had made me see him in a new light. As a person, not just a sad entity who drifted around the place. And as a man. A very handsome, single man.
I moaned softly as I made circles around my clit. I tried to keep quiet, but I wasn’t too worried. No one would hear me over the sounds of Jude’s and Mason’s heavy breathing.
And then it happened.
I’d been looking in Parker's direction when something caught my eye. Mason was still on his side, facing me, when he held up his free hand, his fingers splayed wide. Then he bent one down so only four were up. Then three. Then two.
It was a countdown. I still didn’t understand what it meant until he reached one and all sound ceased. Jude and Mason had stopped stroking themselves and halted their heavy breathing.
The only sound in the whole room was my labored breath and my soft moan.
Crap.
Mason let out the breath he’d been holding and chuckled. “I knew it.”
Embarrassed, I pulled the covers over my head. Thank God Parker was facing away from me because I would’ve died if he’d been watching me when that happened.
“Have a good night, Kylie,” Jude said in a far-too-innocent voice. “Enjoy.”
After that little stunt, Jude was on my shit list, too, but I was going to fucking kill Mason. I was sure it had been his idea.
Gradually, the sounds from the others resumed, but I was done with touching myself for the night. It took a long time to get to sleep, but I filled the time devising ways to accidentally push Mason off the balcony.
The next day was Tuesday, so I had my early morning class. That gave me an excuse to leave the suite as soon as possible. But in the afternoon, after I returned from my classes, I blushed whenever I saw any of them.
Part of me knew I was being ridiculous. Masturbation was normal. I didn’t mind when they did it. But I hadn’t wanted them to know that the sounds they made turned me on. I hadn’t wanted them to know that I’d been playing along at home, so to speak, though I hadn’t come when they were present.
And then, speaking of presents… It was close to midnight when I closed up my books and got ready for bed. When I opened the door to the bedroom, the light from the hallway illuminated something on my pillow. Curious, I moved closer. Something hot pink was in a clear plastic box. I picked it up and moved back to the doorway to see it better.
It was a vibrator.