so close to me I think he can smell the sex on me.
Caulter keeps talking, his voice a sultry tone that's practically hypnotic. "Having me as your patient, lying in bed, totally at your mercy while you ride me."
His words trigger the memory of that night -- the same image in my head that made me come not two minutes ago. It's like he has some kind of weird mind-reading capability when it comes to me.
When I don't speak, he lowers his voice almost to a whisper. "I'd close my mouth around your breast and suck your nipple until you panted my name, until you begged me to slide my cock inside you."
I will myself not to think about what he's saying, but I can't stop. My lips fall apart and I'm practically panting. I put my hand on my chest, as if that will keep it from rising and falling the way it does. I think about how easy it would be to slide my hand up underneath the hem of his shirt, run my palm along his abs, around the waistband of his jeans, and just flick that button open.
Fuck. I want him.
He looks into my eyes as if he can read my thoughts, as if he's daring me to do what I'm longing to do. "Did you think about me when you came?" he whispers.
Now I push him back, hard. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He chuckles as he steps back. "I'm right next door if you need me," he says, winking. "Think about that."
I groan aloud as he walks inside his room and shuts the door. I can hear him laughing to himself - the walls in this place aren't exactly thick. In fact, they're paper thin. Sinking onto the bed, I think about how I'm about to be stuck all summer, sharing a wall with Caulter, the guy I can't stop fantasizing about.
I listen to Caulter's door open and close as he comes back from the bathroom, before I decide it's safe to go out myself. I wouldn't want to have any more surprise bathroom encounters with him.
I'm completely lying to myself.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Caulter
I roll over in bed, looking at the alarm clock on the other side of the room. Six in the fucking morning. Early morning sunlight streams through the window, and I can hear birds chirping outside.
Birds. Chirping.
It's the most annoying sound I think I've ever heard.
I'm lying here in bed in a room that looks like it should be part of a bed and breakfast, listening to the damn birds chirp. In the middle of Nowheresville, New Hampshire.
I exhale heavily, closing my eyes to go back to sleep. A minute later, I'm rolling over again and throwing off the covers.
Fuck it.
I'm pent up beyond belief, especially after what happened last night with Kate. The walls in this house are definitely not soundproof, and what I heard from her…well, that's something I can't get out of my head.
It has left me frustrated, aggravated, and feeling like I'm about to explode.
I let out a groan and slip out of bed, pulling on my cotton pants and walking out into the hallway toward the bathroom. Morning wood tents my pants, and I don't bother putting on a shirt. Okay, so I'm half-hoping that Little Miss Perfect will wake up and stumble into the bathroom again.
"Caulter!" she'd say, her eyes going wide. But her gaze would drop immediately to my dick. "It's so…big."
"On your knees, Princess," I would tell her, watching as he sunk to her knees in front of me, her mouth wide open, tongue out, waiting for me to give my cock to her.
Yeah, that's exactly what would happen.
Great, I think as I wash my hands. Now I'm hard again . A wet spot from pre-cum dots the front of my pants. I walk past her room on the way back to mine, pausing briefly at the door. I wonder if she's awake.
I wonder if she's fantasizing about me.
I knew by the look on her face last night that she was definitely thinking about me when she came.
Back inside the room, I grab lotion from my bag and lie down on the bed beside the wall that separates our rooms. Fuck all of this pent-up bullshit. If I'm going to be around
Caulter keeps talking, his voice a sultry tone that's practically hypnotic. "Having me as your patient, lying in bed, totally at your mercy while you ride me."
His words trigger the memory of that night -- the same image in my head that made me come not two minutes ago. It's like he has some kind of weird mind-reading capability when it comes to me.
When I don't speak, he lowers his voice almost to a whisper. "I'd close my mouth around your breast and suck your nipple until you panted my name, until you begged me to slide my cock inside you."
I will myself not to think about what he's saying, but I can't stop. My lips fall apart and I'm practically panting. I put my hand on my chest, as if that will keep it from rising and falling the way it does. I think about how easy it would be to slide my hand up underneath the hem of his shirt, run my palm along his abs, around the waistband of his jeans, and just flick that button open.
Fuck. I want him.
He looks into my eyes as if he can read my thoughts, as if he's daring me to do what I'm longing to do. "Did you think about me when you came?" he whispers.
Now I push him back, hard. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He chuckles as he steps back. "I'm right next door if you need me," he says, winking. "Think about that."
I groan aloud as he walks inside his room and shuts the door. I can hear him laughing to himself - the walls in this place aren't exactly thick. In fact, they're paper thin. Sinking onto the bed, I think about how I'm about to be stuck all summer, sharing a wall with Caulter, the guy I can't stop fantasizing about.
I listen to Caulter's door open and close as he comes back from the bathroom, before I decide it's safe to go out myself. I wouldn't want to have any more surprise bathroom encounters with him.
I'm completely lying to myself.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Caulter
I roll over in bed, looking at the alarm clock on the other side of the room. Six in the fucking morning. Early morning sunlight streams through the window, and I can hear birds chirping outside.
Birds. Chirping.
It's the most annoying sound I think I've ever heard.
I'm lying here in bed in a room that looks like it should be part of a bed and breakfast, listening to the damn birds chirp. In the middle of Nowheresville, New Hampshire.
I exhale heavily, closing my eyes to go back to sleep. A minute later, I'm rolling over again and throwing off the covers.
Fuck it.
I'm pent up beyond belief, especially after what happened last night with Kate. The walls in this house are definitely not soundproof, and what I heard from her…well, that's something I can't get out of my head.
It has left me frustrated, aggravated, and feeling like I'm about to explode.
I let out a groan and slip out of bed, pulling on my cotton pants and walking out into the hallway toward the bathroom. Morning wood tents my pants, and I don't bother putting on a shirt. Okay, so I'm half-hoping that Little Miss Perfect will wake up and stumble into the bathroom again.
"Caulter!" she'd say, her eyes going wide. But her gaze would drop immediately to my dick. "It's so…big."
"On your knees, Princess," I would tell her, watching as he sunk to her knees in front of me, her mouth wide open, tongue out, waiting for me to give my cock to her.
Yeah, that's exactly what would happen.
Great, I think as I wash my hands. Now I'm hard again . A wet spot from pre-cum dots the front of my pants. I walk past her room on the way back to mine, pausing briefly at the door. I wonder if she's awake.
I wonder if she's fantasizing about me.
I knew by the look on her face last night that she was definitely thinking about me when she came.
Back inside the room, I grab lotion from my bag and lie down on the bed beside the wall that separates our rooms. Fuck all of this pent-up bullshit. If I'm going to be around
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