Page 44 of Roleplay at Randy's
With my eyes angled away, I can’t read his expression, but I can hear the soft, strangled sound that passes through his lips.
“What? No. Not at all.”
As much as I want to pull inward, I jut my chin out and lift my eyes so I can be sure he hears me.
“I feel like you are. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have, and now you’re pulling away from me.”
“Something you shouldn’t—” His words cut off with a whoosh, and the tinge of pink turns a daring scarlet. “Fuck. No. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then why have things been so weird?”
Matty shifts in his seat, pulls both hands into his lap and wrings them together. “You noticed that?”
“Of course, I noticed. You walk away every time I enter the room.”
He winces, biting down on his lip. “I do?” With a sigh, he leans back in his chair. “I’m sorry. It’s not you, Elias. Well, it is, but not the reason you think.”
“What do you mean?”
Matty’s wry smile picks at the knot in my stomach. “I’m horny, Lee. All the damn time. Being around you makes me want to jump your bones.”
The world turns a flurry of different colors. My mouth opens to … what? Reassure him? Commiserate with him?
His eyes crinkle, and the little laugh that escapes is clearly mortified. “I can’t get it out of my head. How your lips felt onmy neck. Your fingers digging into my waist. I’m half afraid that if I stay up with you at night, I’m just going to climb in your lap and beg you to touch me again.”
Oh.If his intent was to turn me off wanting exactly what he’s describing, then he’s doing a horrible job. Because right now, seeing the look on his face, I can’t think of a single reason why I’d turn him down.
“I’ll get over it,” he says with a firm nod. “Just give me a little bit of time.”
Over it like over me or over this sex spell he seems to be under?
I don’t want him to get over me.
The thought knocks the wind out of me. It’s disgustingly selfish. I want him to think about me. In all of the sweet, sappy ways. In all of the dirty ones that make him blush.
“I’m sorry for making things awkward.” He grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower? I planned on popping in after I finished my work, but if you want to hang out before you have to leave, I’ll do it now and we can sit on the couch together while I get these posts written out.”
The apprehension in my body loosens up. “Yeah, of course.” He lets go of my hand and heads for the hall, and a tiny spark of a thought pops into my mind. “Are you going to touch yourself?”
Matty’s entire body goes still, choking on his next breath. He whirls back, hair flying around the deep red of his cheeks. “Elias Lee!”
I bark out a laugh, finally feeling the anxiety shift away. “We’re never going to get through it if we can’t joke! Besides, you told me you were horny. Of course I’m going to think about you getting off.”
I know I’m only making matters worse, but he’s so cute I can’t help myself.
“Shut up.” He finally smiles. “Just for that, I’m taking extra long.”
“Not helping yourself, Princess.”
He flips me off and turns the corner, leaving me a giddy, grinning mess. I bury my face in my arms, but it doesn’t let up in the slightest.
I like him so much.
It’s when I’m tidying up a few minutes later that I really step in it. I was going to close his laptop and put it away until he finished his shower, but I accidentally swiped the mousepad, and now I’m face to face with one of those smutty stories he said he writes for his site.
I don’t mean to read it; I really don’t. It’s just one line; one line that leads to more I can’t look away from.
Backed against the counter with his arms around me, I feel secure. With his lips laying claim to my neck, I feel wanted. With the hard length of his body pressed to my back, arousal evident as he rocks against me, I feel desired.
