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His bed was surprisingly soft, yet firm enough to be comfortable. Best of all it smelled like him. Strong, musky, masculine. It triggered something primal in the back of my mind, something that threatened to overwhelm my restraint. Something that could easily convince me to shake him awake… and invite him beneath the blankets, to curl up with me.
Good thing I really had to go to the bathroom.
Reluctantly I flipped off the covers. Brandon was on the floor as promised, his beautiful chest rising and falling in a deep, even rhythm. I tiptoed past him. Made the doorway.
The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. I padded barefoot down the worn wooden floor, which creaked and groaned with every step I took. Luckily it was still raining outside. The white noise of the storm all but drowned out my footsteps.
I did my business, squinting at brightness of the single overhead bulb. That bulb had been here since the house had gone unoccupied, meaning it had been here since Delta Delta Tau. Since the 1980’s. That bulb had probably seen some shit.
“Good job,” I told the bulb as I washed my hands. Silently I promised not to replace it with one of today’s energy-efficient counterparts, at least until it finally went out.
Back in the hallway, I retraced my steps toward Brandon’s room. Halfway there, I stopped.
Hunter’s bedroom door was open.
You do NOT want to mess with Hunter’s room…
Brandon’s warning echoed in my mind.
Especially when the door’s closed.
It had been a stern warning, but technically, his door was open. Even just a little crack.
I started to go back, stopped myself, then crept a little closer to the open doorway. I wanted to see. I had to see. Besides, it was Brandon’s fault really. The forbidden aspect is what made the whole thing all the more appealing.
I touched the edge of the door. Nudging it open just a few more inches, the tiny voice of reason inside my head was screaming for me to mind my own business.
Curiosity killed the—
“Ohhhh…”
A sound emanated softly from the darkened bedroom. No, not a sound.
A moan.
My heart raced. Instinct told me to pull back, to retreat to the warm safety of Brandon’s bed. But curiosity…
I peered into the room. As my vision adjusted to the dim light of the windows, I could make out slow movement. A head — a woman’s head, by all the flowing hair. Churning slowly. Bobbing up and down…
Oh my God… she’s blowing him!
Hunter was on his back, arms folded behind his head. And this girl, whoever she was… the girl was…
Go! Now!
I should’ve gone, but my feet just wouldn’t move. The truth was, I wanted to watch. I’d never seen two people have sex, not in real life. Other than checking out myself in the mirrors of the occasional cheap motel.
The moan I’d first heard was feminine, but now I could hear Hunter too. He groaned softly as she went down on him, guiding his lover with one hand on her head. A minute went by. Two minutes. Eventually she rose up and straddled him, guiding him inside her.
It was too dark to see much in the way of details. But his cock…
Oh wow.
“Mmmmmm!”
Hunter’s guest grew louder as she sank down, taking him fully inside her. I almost gasped. Without realizing it, I’d already placed one hand over my mouth.
This is wrong, the little voice in my head screamed. I pushed it aside. Kept watching as she rode him. Up and down. Forward and back. Grunting. Groaning…
