Almost

YAS

“Yas…” I startled as he called out, his voice was thick with sleep.

My heart dropped straight to my stomach. I snatched my hand away like i had been burned and stumbled backwards .

“I..I was just–“  I stammered, my mind racing for an excuse. “You…you were having a bad dream.” I lied, my face turning red with embarrassment.

A confused Dian blinked at me, running a hand through his messy hair. His abs flexed when he stretched, the taut muscles rippling under his skin, drawing my eyes despite the panic flooding through my veins.

“I was?” he finally muttered, getting himself.

“Yeah. You were…groaning.”

He squinted at me, then glanced down at himself. His beautifully shaped brows furrowed slightly, but instead of accusing me, he just sighed, the sound low and rumbling from his chest.

“Sorry if I woke you.”

Shame washed over me so fast, literally making me feel dizzy, but beneath the embarrassment, the lingering ache from the feel of his thick cock twitched under my fingers. I could still feel the pattern of the veins.

I inhaled sharply at the thought and bit my bottom lip, hoping he didn’t notice. I hurried back to the room, closing the door softly before collapsing against it.

What am I doing? – Touching him. Watching him. Acting like some desperate creep.

But the memory of how warm and firm he felt under my palm made my fingers tingle again. The clear picture of his pulsating cock plastered in my mind.

I couldn’t help but wonder why it was that hard even though he was asleep

I groaned as I fell to the bed, pressing my hand to my chest. I feel as the  nipples harden against the thin fabric of my shirt. A flush creeped up my neck.

God.

I shouldn’t want him like this.

Dian is my best friend.

And more importantly, he had never looked at me other than one of his guys, he had barely looked at me like I was a woman. But yet, I craved him so badly.

I crawled into bed properly as I stared at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over, trying so hard to ignore the pool of wetness in between my legs, until I feel exhaustion dragging me into a shallow sleep.

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My eyes fluttered open as I groaned, I checked my phone, it was one in the early morning, I had slept for barely 3 hours.

Great.

I sat up on the bed noticing the house was quiet than usual. I wondered if Dian went back to bed after I stupidly woke him up, but then a low, frustrated exhale distracted me from my thoughts.

It was coming from the living room.

Slowly, I slipped out of bed and padded toward the hallway, my bare feet silent on the cold floor, curiosity coursing through my vein.

The light from the TV flickered faintly against the wall as I stepped closer.

The sight in front of me made me froze.

Dian was sitting on the couch, head tilted back, jaw clenched, eyes closed as his hand moving beneath the blanket tossed over his lap.

He lifted the fabric off him, exposing his hard cock which he was stroking so deliberating, his knuckles pressing against the material of the bed as he gripped himself tighter.

My eyes widened and my mouth watered, I moved outwards a bit so he wouldn’t see me but where I could still maintain a clear sight of him.

My pulse quickened as I watched him.

He looked… frustrated. Tense even. Like he was chasing something that wouldn’t come. Sweat glistened on his collarbone, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, the veins in his forearm standing out as his fist pumped rhythmically.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. My core clenched with a sharp, needy throb.

My body reacted before my brain did, warmth pooling low in my stomach, my pussy growing slick and swollen, aching for friction I couldn’t allow myself, not at this moment, he could catch me.

I shouldn’t watch. I knew she shouldn’t. But I couldn’t bring myself to walk away. So I stayed, hidden in the shadows, my breath shallow as I  leaned against the wall for support, my thighs squeezing together to ease the building pressure between them.

He muttered under his breath.

“Fuck…”

The word came out sharp and annoyed. His free hand raked through his hair, pulling at the strands, while the other quickened its pace on his cock. I feared he might rip it out at the pace he’s going.

My teeth pressed hard on my bottom lip,  hard enough to taste copper. Involuntarily, my own hand twitched at my side, itching to be wrapped around him instead, feeling the warm heat of his cock, the way it would throb in my  grasp, leaking pre-cum over my fingers.

Dian dragged a hand down his face again and then grabbed his phone, his movements jerky, hips bucking slightly into his fist as if urging himself closer to release.

“Trina,” he said into the phone, his voice rough, laced with unmet hunger. “Yeah. I need you to come over.”

My heart suddenly slammed painfully against my ribs, a bitter twist knotting in my gut.

What?

“Now.” He added as the call ended with a click that echoed like a slap.

I stepped back like i had been bitch slapped. My skin prickled with heat and humiliation, jealousy clawed at my insides despite my throbbing clit.

He wanted his girlfriend, not me

He would rather call someone else.

He would rather touch someone else, sleep with someone else. Over me.

The thought of Trina's hands on him, stroking that hard length, taking him into her mouth while I depressingly listen from the next room, made my stomach churn, even as the thought of his cock  sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me, making my panties damp against my folds.

I shook my head as my jaw tightened. No. I wasn’t letting that happen.

Not tonight.