Twelve | Brody
Twelve
Brody
I rolled over, feeling restless as crazy boot lady snored beside me. It was hard sharing my bed with someone since I hadn’t done that in who knew how long. But it was even harder after hearing her moan my name earlier in the bathroom as she got herself off.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture sheep, but all I could see was her. Her beautiful brown eyes and narrow cheeks that turned the prettiest shade of pink when she was embarrassed. Curves that begged to be touched and an ass that I wanted to spank.
My dick began to strain against the joggers I was wearing, already getting aroused by thoughts of her. It wouldn’t take much to get off tonight, and maybe that would be the cure to getting some sleep. Maybe I just needed to get rid of the mounting tension that was constantly spreading to my groin as I struggled not to come on to her.
I pulled the blankets off of me, ready to get out of bed, when I stopped.
She had rolled onto her back, her eyes still closed as her hand drifted below the waistband of the sweats she borrowed from me. I wanted to give her privacy and look away because there was no way in hell she knew what she was doing right now. But I couldn’t.
I sat there, my eyes glued to the way the fabric pulled down enough to show her hip bone and the top of her black panties. Her back arched as a soft smile spread across her face while her fingers played with her pussy.
“Ahhh, Brody,” she whimpered, causing my dick to harden more.
I was rock hard, my balls starting to ache with need.
Her hand slipped lower, pulling the fabric down with it, exposing her pussy to me as I watched her fingers glisten as they dipped inside.
“Make me come. Please.”
I pinched my eyes closed and pulled in a deep breath through my nose, reminding myself that she was asleep and not literally inviting me to touch her.
“Eat my pussy. Make me squirt. Fuck me.”
I reached down and gripped the sheets, struggling to stay in control. I wanted nothing more than to whip my cock out and jack off to her getting herself off. But the last thing I wanted was for her to wake up to that image.
“I’m so close. I’m so close. Please, Brody. I’m so close. Make me come,” she begged, squirming on the bed as her fingers moved faster.
Then suddenly, she stopped, and her eyes fluttered open. She took a few seconds to look around before spotting me sitting on the bed beside her. Then she looked down, noticed her hand still in her panties, and yanked it out.
“Oh my God. Please tell me you didn’t see what I think you did,” she muttered, sitting up and bringing her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them.
“I didn’t see anything you didn’t want me to see.”
“Brody,” she groaned. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
I shrugged, not that she could see it. What was I supposed to say? It was too fucking arousing for me to think about anything other than giving her the orgasm she was so close to getting.
“I don’t know,” I admitted sheepishly.
“This day could not get any more embarrassing. Now you know what I sound like when I’m...”
I shifted on the bed, turning to face her even though she still refused to look at me.
“Technically, I already knew what you sounded like when you moan my name.”
I knew it was a dick move to bring up what she had done earlier, but I wanted her to talk to me about this. The last thing I wanted was to keep having these giant elephants in the room that we had to try to avoid while she was staying with me. The storm might have passed, but it would still be days before anyone got the roads clear enough to get out of here.
Her head whipped up as she pierced me with a look.
“What are you talking about?”
“Earlier, when you snuck off to the bathroom to get yourself off after I made a sandwich. I heard you.”
Her eyes bulged out of her head, but thankfully she didn’t look away this time.
“Okay. That solves it,” she said, pushing the covers the rest of the way off of her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
“Solves what?”
“I can’t stay here any longer. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, so it’s time to leave.”
“And where exactly do you think you’re going to go at two in the morning?”
“I don’t know. I’ll go dig my car out and sleep in there until the sun is up.”
“Stop being ridiculous.”
“I’m not. I’m mortified that you’ve heard me moan your stupid name and that you just caught whatever that was. Which, by the way, I don’t need you telling me. I can embarrass myself enough by guessing what I was doing.”
I got up and walked around the bed, stopping her from leaving.
“Why are you embarrassed?”
She narrowed her eyes at me and then looked away.
“Seriously, why are you embarrassed?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It would be like you jacking off and moaning my name for me to hear or see.”
“I have no problem doing that if it turns you on.”
I hated that it was dark in the room because I would bet money on how red her cheeks were from that comment.
“I didn’t say it would turn me on. I simply said that anyone caught masturbating would be embarrassed.”
“I don’t agree.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. You purposely disagree with me just to get under my skin.”
“I do not.”
“You’re doing it right now!”
“Okay, okay,” I said, taking a step back to give her some space. “I am not trying to rile you up. I just don’t agree that masturbation should be something to be embarrassed about. Honestly, the thought of you touching yourself is hotter than fuck, and I would watch that over porn any day. Second, masturbation is a natural thing. People do it all the time. Sometimes, our bodies need a release that no one else can give us. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
She seemed to give it some thought but still refused to look at me.
“Do you want me to finish you off?” I offered.
I knew it was bold and brazen of me, but at the same time, I knew she didn’t come from touching herself in her sleep. I could imagine the discomfort she was feeling because I was feeling it, too.
“What?”
“Do you want me to bring you to climax? I know you didn’t come just now, and your body is probably uncomfortable from all that build-up, only to have nothing release it.”
She shook her head and then looked up at me.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Dead.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I don’t see what the problem is. We’re both adults. If we’re both consenting, then why not do something that makes you feel better? It doesn’t always have to be tied to a relationship. Sometimes, it can be just sex and nothing else.”
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“I didn’t say you have to. I offered to get you off. You can pick how. I can finger you until you squirt, or I can eat you out so you come on my face. If you decide you want to have sex, I can fuck you at the right angle to make my cock get you there. There are endless possibilities.”
She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out as she stood there, making no effort to walk away from this conversation.
“No strings attached?” she asked, chewing her nail nervously.
“Nope. I’m not a strings-attached type person. I’m making it very clear that this is more of a business transaction type thing.”
“But why? Why are you doing this?”
I shrugged and shoved a hand through my hair as I gave that question some thought.
“I don’t know. You’re attractive and, for the most part, not too crazy. Plus, I know how it feels to be sexually frustrated. I know how to get women off, so I can offer a solution. Easy as that.”
“You make it sound like you’re some sort of expert,” she said with a snort.
“No, not at all. But I understand how bodies work, and I’ve never had anyone complain in this department.”
“Probably because they were all faking it. I can’t imagine you came into it with happiness and a positive attitude. You’re probably grumpy in bed, too.”
“Only one way to find out,” I replied, winking as I rocked back on my heels.