Maybe I wanted to touch him, to watch him come undone.
“Want me to sleep on the floor?” I ask him because I don’t know. I molested him moments ago, and then he got me off. And now he’s being all cold towards me.
Maybe it grossed him out. I should ask him about it, but I can’t find the words.
“No,” Whit says and then sighs. “Come here.”
I shouldn’t. I should stay far, far away, but I climb on top of him despite my concerns and fall asleep in his arms.
* * *
The following morning, after waking up hard as hell, Whit arches an eyebrow at me as if to say," Really, again?". Then he pushes me onto my back and jerks me off.
I’m able to regain some of my dignity by lasting at least one minute this time.
He goes to the bathroom when I’ve finished, and I hear the shower turn on. I can’t move, my entire body jelly, so I just lie there, cum on my stomach, cock out, and doze.
Whit is standing over me when I wake up.
“Your aunt is asking us to come down for breakfast,” he says.
I rub at my stomach and feel the wetness still there. My cock twitches at the memory of Whit over me, his hand working me so good, and when I grow hard again, he rolls his eyes and exhales.
“I told you,” I whine, and Whit reaches down and jerks me off again.
Like it’s totally normal for roommates to do this.
For coming a short while ago, I bust a nut way too fast.
“Shower,” Whit tells me after washing his hands and eyeing my cum soaked abdomen. “I’ll be downstairs.”
I groan and throw an arm over my eyes. “Don’t make me. Let’s just stay in bed all day.”
Liam is pounding on the door before Whit can respond to that ludicrous suggestion. “Up assholes. Time to get up!”
My eyes widen, and I sit up, the wetness slipping down my abs and onto the sheets.
“You better not be fucking!” Liam adds with an evil chuckle.
He’s the worst of them all.
“Go away,” I shout back and then shoot out of bed.
Whit’s watching me, his eyebrows raised. He must think the lot of us are such heathens.
Liam’s still outside our door because he shouts, “It rained last night. So get your ass downstairs so we can go out. I didn’t drive all the way here for you to fuck all day!”
“You live ten minutes away!” I reply.
“Hurry up, you ass eater!!”
Liam thumps on the door once more, and I groan even louder.
“You did this,” I blame Whit, who just points to the bathroom.
“Shower, Caleb.”
CHAPTERSIX