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Chapter Eight
O’Shea
“Fuck!” I growled, stroking my hard cock quickly. I didn’t know what to expect when I called her, but I damn sure didn’t expect what just happened. The moment she accepted the bet, I knew I’d have her in the palm of my hand like horny putty within a matter of days. I was confident, but I didn’t expect her to fall for the bait that fast. Then again, I didn’t expect to lose the bit of self control I had by kissing her first.
I’d jokingly told her she could come watch me, not thinking she’d actually do it. I didn’t have my door open on purpose either. I’d called her on a whim, already comfortable on my bed, but not expecting her to come out anytime soon since she was working. But when I heard her voice in the hallway and hearing her tell me not to stop stroking my cock, fuck, that turned me on even more.
Gazing into her wide eyes as she looked at me made me lose all sense of control I thought I had, unable to stop myself when she didn’t pull away or hesitate. I could’ve taken advantage of the situation and just fucked her against the wall, but something deep inside told me not to. There was something in her eyes that peeked through the lust and desire that blazed within her irises, a sliver of fear that hinted at so many things. The fear of rejection, being hurt, of being vulnerable to another person again. Knowing that we’d been talking to each other was already bound to complicate things; having sex would do nothing but bring an additional problem to the table, one neither of us was probably ready for. Despite that, it didn’t stop me from wanting her or wanting to feel her tight pussy gripping my cock as I fucked her.
Her taste was imprinted in my memory, my mouth watering for more of her. Watching her come had nearly made me come apart, her face flushed as she jerked against me, gripping my shirt to anchor herself through her orgasm. Her body told me she wanted more, but her eyes were unsure, which was the only reason I forced myself to walk away.
And why I was now stroking my cock in my bedroom like a madman.
I thought about how she watched me, her breaths quick as I quickly fingered her. Gripping my cock tighter, I imagined her tight wetness squeezing me as she bounced on it, her head thrown back as she moved herself closer to her orgasm. Maybe it was from the earlier phone calls we had, but knowing that she was the sexy Natasha I’d been thinking a lot about lately made me want her even more. Her moans were even sexier in person, a mixture of whimpers and groans until she finally screamed in pleasure. That brief session was enough to send my imagination into overdrive, so many scenarios swarming my mind as I pumped my cock, the familiar tingling creeping its way through my body.
“Ashton,” I whispered, closing my eyes as my breath quickened. Her flowery perfume, the scent of her arousal, her warmth, how wet and tight she was, and even down to her heated gaze all came to the forefront, ushering me into my release. “Shit!”
I pumped out everything I had onto the towel on my lap, feeling my erection throbbing in my hand. I had no fucking idea what would happen with us after tonight. Now that the sexual tension was slowly dissolving, worry started to set in. Sure, she enjoyed it in the moment, but who was to say she wasn’t in her room right now regretting what we’d done? Even at the beginning of our call, she couldn’t initially bring herself to talk to me as she used to before finding out who I was. On the plus side, I at least had two months’ worth of protection after paying rent in advance, but anything could happen in the meantime. With a sigh, I slowly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up. I paused in the hallway, glancing toward her closed room door. Everything seemed quiet, as if she wasn’t even taking any more calls. I smirked to myself, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she finally decided to cave.
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When I got up the next morning, she sat at the kitchen island with a bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit.
“Morning,” I said as I passed her and headed to the refrigerator.
“Hey,” she said, never lifting her eyes from her bowl. The atmosphere felt a bit awkward, kind of like when you had a one-night stand the night before and you wake up to still find them there. Unfortunately, it didn’t help when your so-called one-night stand was your roommate that you probably shouldn’t have touched in the first place.
I grabbed the orange juice and a glass, leaning against the counter next to the fridge and looked at her. A purple satin robe covered her body, her long tanned legs exposed when she crossed them. With all the skin she had exposed, it made me curious to know what she wore underneath it.
“So…” I started, pouring myself some juice. “Last night was a little crazy, wasn’t it?”
She turned and looked at me. “I hope you don’t think that’s going to be a normal thing,” she said, her voice flat. I took a sip of orange juice and then grinned.
“Which part?” I asked. “Me calling you or you coming on my fingers in the hallway?”
“Both,” she said with a scowl.
I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t know why you’re fighting it, sex kitten. It’s only a matter of time before you finally cave.”
“That’s what you think?”
“That’s what your body told me,” I said with a shrug.
She shook her head. “You’re full of shit, you know that?”
“And you’re in denial.” I pushed off the counter and moved to stand behind her. “How’d you feel after that orgasm, Ashton?”
She scoffed and turned back to her yogurt. “You’re awfully cocky, O’Shea. If you keep messing with me, you’re going to end up with a bad case of blue balls.”
I laughed, leaning closer to her until my lips were mere centimeters from her ear. “I seriously doubt that, sweetheart. I know how to take care of myself.”
“Yeah, well, get used to doing that,” she muttered, taking a spoonful of fruit and yogurt in her mouth.
“Apparently I should’ve gone ahead and fucked you last night. I didn’t unwind you enough with just one orgasm.”
She shook her head as she swallowed. “I wouldn’t have let you get that far.”
“Oh really? You damn sure didn’t make any efforts to move when I finished. What would you have done had I not ended it?”
