“Fuck,” he whispers softly, the pace of his hand picking up. His cock is almost constantly dripping pre-cum at this point, and I have the incredible urge to gather it onto my fingertips and taste it. Instead, I slide the tip of my index finger inside my dripping hole before bringing the moisture back up to encircle my clit. I’m breathing hard now, my chest heaving, almost panting.
“What were you thinking about?” I ask in an almost reverent whisper, not wanting to do anything to ruin this moment but also having to know.
“I can’t tell you that, Violet,” he says breathlessly, increasing his speed.
“Why not?”
“You know why.” He looks deep into my eyes, and I do know. I know he was thinking about me. Is this the first time? Does he always think about me when he’s rubbing his cock and giving himself pleasure? Does he always wish it was my hands on him?
My own fingers pick up the pace and I can’t help but pull my breast out of my bra, giving me better access to the nipple that’s begging me for attention and seems to have a direct line straight to my clit.
He gasps when he’s sees my naked tit out for him. His hand is moving so fast now that it’s almost a blur. His grunts and groans are coming more frequently and are feeding my own climbing arousal. I can feel my entire body tighten and I know that I’m close, I want him to realize that I’m right here with him, as turned on as he is so I let him know, “I’m going to come.”
That seems to be all he needed to hear. His body stiffens and his hand tugs on his cock another two, then three times before his hips thrust forward and he lets out a moan, a moan that includes my name right before shooting his cum all over the countertop in several spurts.
The sight sends me over the edge and my entire body shakes with the force of my orgasm. Unable to keep my eyes open any longer I squeeze them shut tightly while my body rides wave after wave of pleasure. My knees feel weak and I use the hand that was once squeezing my nipple to grab onto the doorframe to keep me upright. When my orgasm finally subsides, I open my eyes and find Dante staring at me. His jeans are pulled up, hiding his cock from my view but they are neither buttoned nor zipped. His face is conveying to me he’s both confused and sorry.
It’s only in that moment that everything hits me. I snuck into Dante’s room and spied on him when he was alone having an intimate moment. Not only did I intrude on that, but I also touched myself, made myself come while he did the same to himself. I’ve violated every piece of trust that he had in me and acted like nothing more than some kind of sex-crazed maniac.
Embarrassment and shame are both warring inside me to be the emotion at the forefront and still, Dante hasn’t said a word. I do the only thing I can think to do at this point. I run.
???
As soon as I rush in the front door I spot Bianca in the living room working at her easel. I barely get out a greeting to her before I escape to my bedroom and lock myself inside. The thought of being in the same room as my best friend right now sends me into a minor panic, like maybe she can see what I did written all over my skin.
I furiously pace back and forth, trying to calm my breathing.What the fuck just happened?
I almost hope the entire thing was some kind of fever dream, that way I won’t have to die from embarrassment. I must be out of my mind. Maybe I can plead temporary insanity. I’m definitely going to have to quit my job. I can never face him again.
I flop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling, letting the images of the scene in the bathroom wash over me. I feel flushed and I’m not sure if it’s from mortification or arousal. If I’m honest with myself, it’s probably both.
Not even my wildest fantasies could have prepared me for what I saw and what Ididin that bathroom. I let out a groan and roll over onto my stomach, burying my face deep into my pillow. Maybe I could smother myself like this and put myself out of my misery. My eyes are closed, but it’s like the image of Dante holding his hard, angry cock is burned into the back of my eyelids.
It takes a few very long minutes before I realize I wasn’t the only one in that bathroom. Yes, I absolutely walked in on Dante having a private moment that I shouldn’t have but he could have stopped. He could have kicked me out. He could have called me every name in the book for spying on him, but he didn’t. No, he continued stroking his cock, watching me while I derived my own pleasure from his. Doesn’t that mean something?
He doesn’t seem like a man that has casual sexual encounters. In fact, I’ve never seen him with a woman. Hell, he’s never even mentioned one. I know Bianca has been worried about him being lonely. Wouldn’t he have stopped things if he wasn’t at least attracted to me?
I start the scene over one more time in my head, watching the entire thing play out like a movie. I hear his groans, see him looking into my eyes, watching as I played with my nipples and had my hand down my skirt. When I asked him what he was thinking about, he told me I already knew. Then, when he came all over the counter, he called my name.
He was thinking about me. Dantewantsme.
I almost let out a squeal of excitement at the realization but manage to control myself. The thought that this man that I’ve wanted for years might actually want me as well is dizzying. Or maybe that’s just the residual effects of the wine. No, I’m pretty sure I sobered up the minute my orgasm was over and I realized what we had just done. I’m elated... and horny again. Stripping down to nothing, I pull my vibrator from my nightstand and come for the second time this evening in record time.
Once I’m done, I roll over and close my eyes, trying to get some sleep, but my mind is running a thousand miles a second. I feel like there is a world of possibilities open to me now that just an hour ago didn’t exist. Does he just want to sleep with me? Does he want to date me? It’s not like we don’t enjoy each other’s company. I mean, at least Ithinkhe has a good time when he’s with me. He wouldn’t have wanted to hang out tonight otherwise.
It takes hours for me to finally fall asleep and when I wake up the sun is high in the sky. Thank God I was planning on going to the library today instead of work or else I would be hopelessly late. I reach over and grab my phone from the nightstand only to find I’ve already received a text from Dante.
Dante:Good Morning. Do you think you can come over tonight so we can talk?
I clutch the phone to my chest, a smile overtaking my face. A good morning text from Dante. That has to be a good sign. Sure, he wants to talk, but that’s understandable. There are things we need to work out. Are we going to tell Bianca? Are we dating? These all seem minor compared to the fact that Dante wants me. Me, Violet Daniels, the nerdy literature student with the hopeless crush on the older man.
Me:Good Morning to you too. It’ll have to be after nine, I have a study group that I can’t miss.
His response is almost immediate. Like he’s been waiting to hear from me. The thought makes those butterflies that live in my stomach take flight.
Dante:Great. I’ll see you then.
I trace his name with my fingertip like a schoolgirl before I notice the time. If I don’t get a move on, I’ll be behind schedule all day and will never make it over to Dante’s on time.