Chapter 8
Gabe
“The food smells amazing. I can’t wait to have it,” I said to Elle.
“It’s a good thing it’s ready then,” Elle said.
I moved closer to her and put my hands on her hips. She looked up at me, a seductive smile on her face. I moved my hands to her back and then slowly brought them lower. “What if I wanted to have something else instead?” I asked.
“What do you have in mind?” She asked.
She slid her hands to my forearms and squeezed them. My body contracted at feeling her body next to mine. I moved closer to her, my erection growing just by touching her. She jerked her hips towards me, telling me she wanted me.
“This,” I said and crushed my mouth to hers.
Elle let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around me.
Need filled me as she kissed me with abandonment.
Her tongue danced around mine, her hands went to my back and then my ass, squeezing it.
I was instantly hard for her. My hands tightened on her hips as she intensified the kiss.
I could tell how much she wanted me, and I had to have her.
I lifted her up and put her on the kitchen counter.
She let out a soft cry as her ass hit the cool surface.
My hands went to her shorts and tugged them down.
I sucked on her tongue briefly before moving my mouth away from hers and down her body.
She sighed and opened her legs for me. I gave her a knowing look as I lifted her feet up and put them on the counter.
She opened herself for me and I could see she was already wet for me.
I ran my hands along her legs and she dropped her head down as if she was surrendering herself to me.
My cock tightened at the thought of burying myself inside her.
I knelt in front of her and looked up at her. “This looks like the perfect first course,” I said.
My eyes shot open and I rolled over and put my face into my pillow. I thought about screaming into it but it wouldn’t help my sexual frustration. I should have known my mind and subconscious would go where my body wanted while I was sleeping.
The night before with Elle had been wonderful.
I had always liked to cook but rarely had anyone cook for me.
I was too picky about what I liked to eat and how I liked it prepared.
Something told me to trust Elle and I was glad I had.
I had been impressed by how she had cut her vegetables, how she had taken care of the knives before she had left the kitchen.
It told me she knew what she was doing. Plus, the food was amazing.
I wanted to see how good of a cook she was.
I wanted her to know she was welcomed in my place; I wanted her to feel like it was hers.
If that meant she cooked me a meal, so be it.
She had said she knew a bit about wine and I had hoped to impress her with the bottle I brought out.
She seemed to like it but had not known what a rare bottle it was or how expensive.
It probably was a good thing. If she had known, she might have seen how much I was trying to impress her.
And for some reason, I was. I thought at first it was because I wanted to make up for how I had treated her earlier. But it was more than that. I liked her; I liked talking to her; I liked having her in my house and seeing her in my kitchen. My initial reaction had been out of annoyance and lust.
My attraction for her had only grown as she had cooked for me.
And I had thought about kissing her numerous times in the night.
But those were my issues, my burdens to bear.
If it meant I was going to wake up with a hard on after having a very vivid and erotic dream about my new roommate, I would have to deal with that too.
Sarah was counting on me to do right by her friend. Elle was counting on me for a place to stay. Even if I had seen her look at me with lust a few times in the night. Even if it had taken everything in me to not pull her into my arms, I wasn’t going to act on it.
I could only hope that Elle was so busy with school that I didn’t see her much.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see her.
I did, but I wasn’t sure how I could curb my feelings for her if I was around her.
I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in my place but I didn’t think I could be around her either.
I tilted my head and listened to the sounds of the apartment.
I didn’t hear any running water or someone moving around.
I looked at my phone and saw that it was still early.
If I was lucky, I could get up and be gone before Elle was.
She was a college student. Surely, she would have classes late or not want to be up until she needed to.
It was ridiculous that I had to sneak around my own place but I couldn’t think of a better way to deal with my growing desire for Elle.
I was sure it would pass in time. I just needed to give myself that time.
She probably had a boyfriend anyway or some guy she was dating.
There was no way someone like Elle didn’t have a boyfriend or a slew of guys all falling to her feet.
The best thing I could do was forget about being with her.
She was my roommate, nothing more. Someone I would see in passing as we went about our day.
In a month or so, she would find another place to live and we would never see each other again.
Until that day, I just had to live with her without embarrassing myself with my desire for her.
I rolled out of bed and walked out into the kitchen.
My head was down but a sound had me looking up.
What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Elle was standing there, wearing only a towel as she came out of the bathroom.
Her hair was wet and hung over her shoulder.
Her face was clean and void of any make-up.
It made her look innocent and sexy. It didn’t help that the towel she was wearing barely covered her body and certainly did not cover her legs.
My body instantly reacted to seeing her there.
Even in the dim light of the hallway, I could see how long and shapely her legs were.
I could see the towel pressing up against her breasts.
She held the towel in her right hand and I wondered what it would take to get her to drop it.
I wanted to see all of her. I wanted to feel her body next to mine as I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her.
It took me a second to see that Elle was looking at me, almost in the same way I was her.
Her eyes roamed over my body and I was thankful for the darkness of the hallway so she couldn’t see just how affected I was by her.
Seeing her looking at me, noticing her breathing getting shallower, only turned me on more.
I cleared my throat but didn’t move. I didn’t think I could or should. If I did, I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep my hands off Elle. She clutched the towel tighter to her body and I could see the blush on her cheeks.
“Good morning. I didn’t expect you to be up so early,” I said.
“I like to be at school early and study. Plus, I wanted to see a professor of mine this morning and ask her some questions. Her office hours can get busy and I wanted to make sure I saw her,” she said.
“Aren’t college students supposed to be out partying all night and sleeping all day?” I asked.
“Maybe, but not this college student. I have plans for my life and they don’t include sleeping through my classes. Um, if you excuse me. I should get going. I don’t want to be late,” she said.
“Yes, yes. Of course. Have a good day at school,” I said.
“Thank you. I hope you have a good day too,” she said and walked away from me.
I watched her go. I couldn’t help myself.
Seeing her ass molded around the towel as she did was even better than seeing her front.
She got to the door of her bedroom and then stopped.
I held my breath, wondering what she was going to say.
I should have finished going into the kitchen but I couldn’t seem to get my body or mind to work.
Elle opened her door and then turned to look at me. “I really enjoyed having dinner with you last night. I was wondering if we could do it again tonight?” She asked.
My eyes went to hers, and I could see the interest and desire in them. She was flirting with me and I wanted nothing more than to flirt back but I knew I couldn’t. It wasn’t right, my feelings for her weren’t right and I needed to stay as far away from her as possible.
“That would be lovely,” I said after a moment. “But my work will keep me busy for the foreseeable future. Please feel free to make yourself at home. Use the kitchen and anything else you want as you would your own home. If you need anything, you can let me or Sarah know,” I said.
I didn’t wait for her to answer but turned and walked into my bedroom.
As soon as I closed the door, I leaned up against it.
I was rock hard and before I could even contemplate what I was doing; I dropped my boxer shorts and grabbed my cock in my hand.
Images of Elle smiling, kneeling in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth, filled my head.
I stroked myself faster and it didn’t take me long to find my release.
Spent, I let out a frustrated moan. It was wrong to use the image but it was the only one I could or would think of.
The woman was too attractive, too sexy, too everything for me not to want her.
The night before and that morning had shown me my need for her was real and overwhelming.
I also knew that I was going to have to stay as far away from Elle. For her good as well as my own.