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My much older roommate, who has told me many times that I’m off-limits, is currently jacking off to thoughts of me on the couch.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

It feels wrong to watch him, but I can’t stop. I also can’t stop my hand from falling from my mouth, trailing a path down my chin, over my neck, and my collarbone. I continue downward, fingers skimming my breasts, then pinching my nipple.

I use my other hand to clamp my mouth shut, knowing a sound was about to come out of my mouth. I keep trailing my hand down over my stomach, where I finally inch it under the waistband of my shorts.

A single digit runs down my slit, instantly coated in my arousal. I’m so wet, more than I’ve ever been before.

It feels wrong as I debate slipping a finger inside, but as soon as I do, I’m reminded how right it feels. I want to sigh in relief, but I hold it back. I insert another, then begin pumping them in time with Elio’s thrusts, his hips moving in sync with his hand now.

I imagine that it’s his long fingers inside of me instead, stretching and filling me.

Elio grunts, picking up his pace. I think he’s close from the pained look on his face, his bottom lip a victim to his teeth. I match his efforts, hoping that the sound of his hand running over his cock is louder than my fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy.

I marvel at the sight of him. How defined the muscles on his body are. Even the fucking veins on his hands that are gripping his cock are turning me on.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He’s all man, and I’ve never been more attracted to one than I am at this moment.

Taking a risk, I remove the hand from my mouth and slide it under my shorts, using it to apply pressure to my clit. My knees buckle at the sensation, a rush of pleasure shooting through me.

It’s not going to take long.

Elio’s cock is slick with his arousal, shining in the dim lights of the living room, and the only thing I want more right now is for him to put it inside me—anywhere for that matter.

My fingers are soaked, moving rapidly in and out of me as I rub circles on my clit. It feels so wanton, watching him get off, but it’s so fucking hot that I can’t look away.

If my name didn’t spill from his lips, I would’ve turned around, but after he said my name, I was done for. My thighs were coated in arousal from that alone.

A stifled growl punctuates the air, Elio’s chest falling forward off the back of the couch as he finally comes, all while choking out my name over and over again. His breaths are heavy as his cum spills out of his cock, all over his abs and overflowing onto his hand.

The image sets me off along with the fact that it was my name on his tongue when he came. My own orgasm rips through me, nearly sending me to the floor from the impact.

My pussy clamps around my fingers, the pleasure so intense that I rip my other hand away from my clit, using it to cover my mouth as I ride out the aftershocks. I’ve given myself some good orgasms over the years, but nothing has ever compared to this.

Elio pants softly, lying back against the couch as he relaxes from his high. I relax against the cool wall, the chill welcome on my body that’s overheated right now. Once I’ve come down from my own release, the panic sets in.

What in the absolute hell did I just do?

I tiptoe as quietly as I can back to my room, where I shut the door ever so softly to make sure he doesn’t hear the click. Then I rush into my bed, where I throw myself under the covers like a five-year-old who thinks they saw a monster under their bed.

My breathing is erratic, my mind a jumbled mess as I think about what happened. Elio and I both got off thinking about each other, in the same damn room.

Except he doesn’t know about it.

What’s really freaking me out is that we are the last two people who should be attracted to one another. I’m off-limits. He’s off-limits. It can’t happen.

As I do my best to drift off to sleep, I repeat the mantra “Nothing sexual will happen between my roommate and me,” hoping that it will manifest into reality.

While slightly hoping it doesn’t.

Chapter 16

Elio

It’s Saturday morning, which means I’m currently lying on the couch, watching cartoons.