20. Ben
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T his is such a cluster fuck.
I watched Emily scurry into her room like a scared little mouse, and fuck if that didn’t make me want to chase after her, pin her down, and have my way with her.
She makes me feel like a caged lion just waiting to be let out so I can pounce on her and make a delicious meal out of her. I bet she’d love every second, too.
I don’t know what she was thinking, running out of the bar like that earlier.
Even if she thought I was going to be taking another woman back to the apartment, I never would have wanted her to walk back alone.
The thought of anything happening to her makes my stomach curdle.
As soon as I saw her leave the bar, I shoved Shannon out of my way to catch up to her, barely remembering to grab her coat as I was leaving.
I hardly registered Shannon’s shocked yelp as I rushed past her out the door.
Shannon did proposition me to bring her back to the apartment. While I’d always been cordial with Shannon, I never let her think I was ever interested in her while I was with Melissa.
Unfortunately, we both work for the same company, and the company sometimes assigns her to the same projects as me, so I’ve tried to maintain a professional distance from her.
She had come over when Emily had gone to the ladies’ room and started yapping about work and her latest project.
She told me that Melissa had told her we had broken up, but she acted like she didn’t know what happened.
Then she told me how she thought I was too good for Melissa and leaned in to ask me if I could take her back to my apartment and show her around.
I knew what she was hoping for by her request.
I know women find me attractive, but I’ve always been a one-woman kind of guy. I was about to turn her down when I saw Emily, who grimaced at me and gave me a thumbs-up. She didn’t even wait for me as she took off.
I was livid by the time I finally caught up to Emily.
I wanted to do so much more to her than hold her against the building.
The urge to bend her over and punish her for daring to leave without me was so strong.
I felt like a live wire ready to explode at the smallest provocation.
I didn’t want to scare her, and I knew I was acting like a possessive ass, but damn, she drives me crazy.
I know what Emily thought was happening, and she wasn’t wrong.
But she didn’t even give me a chance to explain before jumping to the wrong fucking conclusions.
When Emily proposed that we be each other’s wingman, I thought it was a brilliant plan.
I wasn’t looking for another serious relationship so soon after things with Melissa basically blew up in my face.
If I were honest with myself, it was a bigger hit to my ego and pride that I couldn’t seem to make her happy.
It wasn’t like I was still head over heels in love with Melissa anymore.
We both mistakenly thought that getting married would somehow fix all our issues.
That was one of the most expensive mistakes I’ve made to date.
I know little about what happened between Emily and her dumbass ex-boyfriend, but I knew she needed to let loose, too. So, yeah, hooking up with random women sounded like a great plan.
Unfortunately, the more time I spent around my new roommate, the more I became bewitched by her. I watch her more often than I care to admit. What is it about her? I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of her.
The walk back was tense while I battled to calm down the rage demon that had taken hold of me when Emily took off. I felt on edge. Like a scared kid, I ran to my bedroom to regain control. I could hear the bathroom sink turn on, assuming Emily was getting ready for bed.
I get changed and come out of my room. I’m a little calmer now, but the urge to break down the bathroom door and force myself into her space is still strong.
I know I startle her when she comes out of the bathroom, and I can’t help the thrill it gives me to see her eyes widen in shock and maybe a bit of fear.
It makes my cock twitch as she runs into her room, thinking that a flimsy door would keep her safe from me. If I really wanted to, I could easily kick down her door, pin her to the bed with her ass up, and rip off her pants before she could say my name.
Fuck. Now my cock is rock hard.
I enter the bathroom and turn on the shower.
Keeping the temperature cold so I can calm my racing thoughts and libido.
I’ve never been this turned on by someone before.
The kicker is that there’s hardly been that much flirting on either side.
I know she finds me attractive by her lingering stares when she thinks I’m not watching her, but she’s never acted on the attraction before.
I’m turned on by everything about her. Her calm demeanor.
Her soft and shy smiles when she’s deep in thought.
The way she cares for her patients. She has such a big heart, but I can tell that she’s still hurting.
If I ever see her stupid ex-boyfriend again, I’ll choke the life out of him for how he treated Emily.
I knew there was something off about him.
He came across as a real asshole to me at Jason and Amanda’s parties.
But it had been none of my business back then.
What type of imbecile would kick his girlfriend out without a valid reason?
What was the reason behind their split? Emily deserved a lot more than a cruel breakup and then being kicked out on the streets right after.
Yeah, if I ever ran into him again, I would definitely be in jail. Who cares if he’s a fucking cop?
I get undressed and hop into the shower.
I’ve had a raging hard-on that’s been desperate for my attention since our encounter outside the bar.
I don’t want to beat off to illicit thoughts of my roommate, but remembering how her breath hitched as I had her pinned to the wall makes a drop of pre-cum leak out the tip of my cock.
Fuck, if her parted lips didn’t make me want to shove my hard cock in it and give her a taste of what she does to me.
The worst part is she has no clue about the effect she has on me.
She has no clue that I’ve never been more excited about coming home to our apartment—to her—than with anyone before.
She is ignorant of the fact that my body hums with awareness whenever she’s around.
I’m hyper-aware of every movement she makes and the sounds she makes around me.
I don’t even think she knows that every little thing about her turns me on to the point of insanity.
My cock is rigid now and begging for release.
I cave and grip the base of my shaft, giving myself a few experimental strokes.
I bite back a groan at the pleasurable sensations.
The cold water does nothing to quell my desire for Emily, who is just on the other side of this wall.
I place my hand on the cold tiles, pretending I could reach her through the wall.
I picture her on her knees in front of me.
Those kissable full lips parted as I run my cock across her mouth.
I have a hand in her hair, pulling on it to tilt her face up so I can see her better.
I imagine her face is wet from the cold shower, but I imagine the eagerness in her eyes to take my cock.
After a couple more teasing strokes along her mouth, I command her to open her mouth and shove inside without preamble.
My strokes increase in speed at the escalating imagery of Emily sucking at my cock, struggling to deep throat it when I hit the back of her throat.
After a few tries, she gets the hang of it, and I’m seated in the back of her throat.
I let her struggle to take a deep breath for a few seconds before withdrawing and allowing her to breathe.
It feels so real that I finally blow my load onto the shower walls with a strangled grunt.
I let my head sag as I catch my breath. I can’t believe I actually jerked off to thoughts of Emily. There’s no way this arrangement will be platonic for much longer, judging by the intensity of my orgasm.
I wash all evidence of my release down the drain before shutting it off and grabbing a fresh towel to dry off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I head back into my room for the night.
Emily’s bedroom door is shut, and I hope my bathroom activities reached Emily’s ears.
I have a feeling that pretty soon, we won’t be going into separate bedrooms anymore.