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I repositioned myself in my chair, leaning back more as the strokes became more intense. I gripped myself harder, imagining it being Aaliyah’s mouth moving up and down my cock, taking me all in as I pinched her nipples between my fingers. I’d pull her on top of me next, having her sit on my face, letting me taste her, suck her, fuck her hard until she came all over my face. I’d lick up all of her delicious juices as she—
“Connor, I’m ordering in some—oh my gosh!” Aaliyah screamed, forcing me to open my eyes as I was seconds away from an exploding orgasm hitting me and—oh fuck, nope. Couldn’t stop that train from going, because it already left the damn tracks.
“Fuck!” I shot up from my chair and turned my back to Aaliyah. I hurried over to the corner of my office as I unloaded all of my dirty thoughts into my trash bin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. Yup. That was right, friends. I was moaning as I got off into a trash bin because even with my embarrassment, an orgasm was an orgasm, and shit, it felt good. Afterward, though, shame was all that was left.
I felt like a kid that got caught with aPlayboy Magazine.Aaliyah somehow was both thePlayboy Magazineand the individual who’d caught me with it.
I turned around to express my extreme humiliation and apologies for her walking in on what she walked in on, but when I looked behind me, the door was closed and she was on the other side of it. Thinking back on it, I should’ve probably shut the door before I started yanking my cock, but you know what they said, an idiot was always going to be an idiot.
“I’m sorry! I saw your door was open and well, I was going to ask you if you wanted me to order you some breakfast,” Aaliyah exclaimed from outside the door.
“Right, yeah, no big deal. Sorry about that.”
There was a silence for a moment.
I felt like a complete moron.
A dirty, filthy moron.
Then, Aaliyah’s voice came back.
“So…” She paused for a moment. “Do you want scrambled eggs? I would offer you some sausage, but I think you’re all set with that.”
I snickered to myself, feeling my humiliation began to fade. She could’ve allowed the situation to be uncomfortable, and odd, but instead, she went with humor.
Damn.
I really liked that girl.
30
Aaliyah
The first fewweeks of living with Connor were so easy—even with our embarrassing moments. If anything, those experiences made us more relaxed and comfortable around one another. After he saw me dancing naked, and I saw him, well…fully awake, we’d crossed out most of the awkward parts of having a roommate.
Check and check.
If I were honest with myself, which I was trying to be more and more each day, I’d say I wondered what he was envisioning as he sat back in his office chair, stroking his hands up and down.
Yup, both hands.
He needed both for his massive Captain America. His Incredible Hulk. His Iron Man. Thor’s hammer. I bet he could knock a woman right out of Asgard with that thing.
Swing that hammer, Connor, swing.
After the unfortunate interactions—well, maybe unfortunate for him, but I didn’t mind my view—we created rules where doors should’ve been closed during a person’s, um, intimate moments. And if a door was closed, there was a no entrance policy in place.
Other rules were created, too.
We’d made up the rule that any interview topics would be left outside of the household, so he’d have a safe place to return to after his long days at work, which were oftentimes very long days. Even though I left the article aspect of his life outside of his home, he brought his workday into what was supposed to be his haven.
Some days, he’d get home around ten at night, and he’d go straight to his office and dive back into doing work until the wee hours of the morning.
On Sunday morning, I’d awakened early to go visit Grant’s grave for my weekly trip, and I was surprised when I saw Connor still sitting in front of his computer. I knocked on the doorframe, and he looked up, appearing exhausted.
“Early morning or late night?” I asked.
He glanced at his watch and groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face. “Late night. What are you doing up so early?”
