Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men's Club #1)(22)

Payne: I’m good with my hands.





I bite my lip and try not to read too much into that, but … it sort of sounds flirty. Maybe? Sort of?





Me: So am I, but clearly we use that superpower for two very different things ;)

Payne: Oh yeah? What do you use your magic hands for?

Me: Typing, of course. Whatever else could you possibly be referring to?

Payne: LOL





I give him a minute, but nothing else comes through. Fuck it.





Me: They’re also good for jerking off.

Payne: We have that in common.





Nrgh. Payne. Jerking off. Standing in the shower, water running over his hair and down his tattooed body, forearm flexing with every stroke. Goddamn I want to see that. My fingers are itching to write more, to flirt, to push boundaries I have no business pushing. Instead, I close my phone and will myself to forget about the maybe almost kinda flirting that’s probably all in my head and look for distractions instead.

It’s too late to go for a walk, and I can’t be assed pulling the yoga mat out. I still haven’t grabbed another coloring book, and the one time I’m actually considering cleaning the place, it’s already clean.

I could go to bed, since I was up at four, but even that isn’t calling to me.

Instead, I flop back onto the couch, about to turn the TV on, when I’m hit with the faintest whiff of Payne’s cologne. My eyes fall closed as I breathe more of it in. His scent floods my senses, and my cock thickens with interest.

Guess I’ve figured out how to spend my time.

I duck into my bedroom for the lube, then head back for the couch. As I’m passing Payne’s room, the idea to go in there flickers through my mind. While it would be hot as fuck to jerk off in his bed, even my feelings know what the word “limits” means. Apparently jerking off over him is fine; doing it in his space is not.

Good to know I’m not yet beyond rational thought.

Back on the couch, I turn my face and press it to the cushion. His scent is still there but frustratingly faint. I squirt some lube in my hand and hook my sweats beneath my balls. Then I take a deep breath and relax.

I stroke myself slowly, almost teasingly, as I wait to reach full hardness. All I can concentrate on is how amazing my couch smells and how good Payne felt in my arms last night. Only a foot from where I’m sitting now. His large, warm body, pressed against me, making me hard.

Mmm. Sighing, I drop my head back. My hand circles the tip of my cock before I give myself another long, hard stroke. Desire is pooling in my balls, driven by the image of Payne on his knees between my spread thighs, leaning in, his hot breath on my swollen, needy cock.

I’ve never jerked off so much as I have since he moved in.

He’s everywhere in my place. Filling every room with my filthy thoughts of him. I walk into the kitchen and can see him bending me over the island. I sit at my desk and can picture him spinning me in my chair before shoving his cock into my mouth. He’s in the shower with me while I clean myself, and in bed with me at night. My need for him is growing stronger, more tangible every day. And sure, maybe I should focus on my plan to pay attention to his flaws, but those flaws only make me want him more.

My balls tighten with the need to come, so I draw back and loosen my grip. I want this to last. To enjoy my fantasies. It’s so fucking difficult though when all I can think about is him.

Payne Walker Payne Walker Payne Walker …

I groan deep in my chest, and I jerk off with purpose, getting myself so close before backing off again. I do it over and over, until my thighs are trembling with the pressure of holding off, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

I’m so lost in the delicious arousal flooding my system that I don’t register the small click.

The light footsteps.

Then movement catches my attention as Payne walks into the room.

My heart stops.

He freezes.

My hand keeps fucking going.

“P-Payne …”

His dark stare drops to my cock and sends a full-body shiver through me.

“I … I’m sorry—” He goes to turn, and I speak without thinking.

“Stay.”

Payne whirls back around, confusion on his face, but even that isn’t enough to embarrass me. I know any normal person would have stopped touching themselves by now, maybe tucked their junk away, but when Payne’s gaze falls to my cock again, my hand only moves faster.

My eyes are locked on him as he crosses his arms and rests casually against the wall.

“Okay.”

Fuck yes.

My balls throb as I jerk off, greedily drinking in Payne’s long, muscular body. I want to ask him to take his shirt off, but somehow I manage to cut off that thought. I’m panting, body alive and thrumming with my impending orgasm. Then I notice something that catapults me over the edge …

The long, hard outline of Payne’s cock.

I bite off a cry as I come, head tossed back and thighs tensing through the pleasure. My cock throbs and throbs, and the weight of Payne’s stare sends tingles through every limb. The high lasts a blissfully long time, and when I finally crack open an eye, I’m hoping Payne will have done the decent thing and left me to my embarrassment.