Nothing was happening.
I froze, squeezing my eyes shut.
Shit. There was only one way this was really going to disappear, and I already hated myself a little bit for what I was about to do.
I imagined Ava.
Imagined her lying back on my gray sheets, her black hair a mess on the pillow. Imagined her eyes shining and her cheeks flushed with her full lips in an ‘o’ as she dug her nails into my shoulders and I pounded into her.
I clamped my jaw shut as tightly as I possibly could. My cock throbbed inside my fist as I imagined her on her side, one of my hands lifting her thigh so I could slip inside her wet pussy, making her gasp.
My balls tightened as the image inside my legs changed to her on her knees in front of me, her ass in her air, just waiting for me to fuck her hard.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I arched my back, pumping my hand on my cock as hard as I possibly could. My entire body tightened with pained pleasure as my release came and hot cum spilled out over my hand. I moved my hand slowly until every last drop was out, and I kept a firm grip until my cock softened against my palm.
Double fuck.
I cleaned off my hand using the already dirty sheets, then did the same to my cock and hip. After getting out of bed, I tugged up my boxers and stripped off all the sheets, then rolled them into a ball to put in the laundry after work.
I quickly disappeared into the bathroom before Ava knew I was awake. I needed to shower the shame away. I had no business jerking off to the thought of her naked in front of me.
It was never going to happen.
Ava Parker was off. Fucking. Limits.
I’d tell myself that a thousand times a day if it meant it’d sink in. If only my cock got the memo.
Nothing good would come from sleeping with my best friend’s little sister. I’d never asked Leo how he’d feel about me pursuing his sister, but I didn’t need to. I knew it wouldn’t be a conversation that would go well.
It would be one that would end with a punch to the face.
His punch.
My face.
And I didn’t know what anyone else thought about my nose, but I liked it the way it was.
I didn’t care what anyone thought about it, for that point.
I locked the door and headed for the shower. After turning it on, I brushed my teeth to let it heat up, then tossed my underwear in the laundry hamper.
The hot water of the shower was more enjoyable than it should have been. I felt like shit. I wanted to forget that I’d ever jerked off to the thought of Ava. How the fuck I was going to face her this morning was another question.
I had no emotional feelings for her.
It was purely sexual.
She drove me fucking insane. Her mouth was so smart that, if she were ever kidnapped, it’d either save her life or murder her. It’d get her murdered because she was too damn smart.
On the other hand, that damn mouth of hers would save her life because the kidnappers would get tired of her shit.
I rinsed the soap from my hair and my body. After a moment of savoring the feeling of the water on my skin, I turned off the shower and stepped out.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and unlocked the bathroom door to walk into the hallway. The apartment was silent, and I hesitated in the hall.
Coffee wouldn’t be amiss right now.
I didn’t know where Ava was, but despite this morning’s antics in my bedroom, we had to get used to living together. That meant there was every chance we’d see each other post-shower in nothing but a towel and water droplets.
I preferred that she’d see me like this.
If I saw her in nothing but a towel and water droplets, I’d need a shower of my own.
A fucking freezing one.
A sled to the Arctic would work, too.
I double-checked the towel around my waist was secure and left the bathroom, walking toward the silent kitchen. Cracking my neck as I went, I also stretched out my arms, freezing when I saw Ava sitting at the small island in the middle of the open-plan living area.
“Morning,” I said, clutching the towel knot at my hip.
Ava jerked around, and her phone slipped from her right hand. She bolted from the stool, and the phone bounced out of her grip three times before she finally managed to get hold of it. Adjusting her bright yellow glasses with one hand, she clutched the phone tightly to her with the other. “Morning.”
“You’re jumpy. Or rather, your phone is.”
“Shut up.” She put the phone on the counter. “Are you not wearing clothes today?”