You don't talk much, do you?

"Hi. You must be my cousin's new roommate," he blurted out, his voice, making my knees go weak. He stretched out his hand, inviting me to shake it.

I stood there, frozen, lost for words, my eyes locked on his. I couldn't believe how handsome he was, still feeling horny from before, my mind started to wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, his hands roaming around my body, his cock in me. I gulped.

He snapped me out of my trance as he spoke again. "My name is Steve Harrison; it's nice to meet you," a smirk played on his lips, almost like he could see right through me.

I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to back away. This man is dangerous. But my body seemed to have other plans, as I felt a spark of attraction that I couldn't ignore.

I took a deep breath and reached out to shake his hand, my heart racing with anticipation. What was I getting myself into?

I took it, feeling a jolt of electricity as our palms touched. His hand was warm and firm, and I felt a spark of attraction that I couldn't ignore.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Mabel." I said, trying to sound casual.

Steve's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a sense of tension between us. It was as if we were both waiting for something to happen, but neither of us knew what.

As we stood there, the air seemed to thicken around us. I could feel the weight of Steve's gaze on me, and I knew that I had to break the spell.

"I should probably get dressed," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Steve's eyes flickered to my towel, and I felt a surge of embarrassment. "Yeah, maybe that's a good idea," he said, his voice low and husky.

He dropped my hand, then allowed himself inside the house. I was still standing by the door like an idiot when he walked past me. I pulled myself together and closed the door before I embarrassed myself further. I turned around, and he was already in the kitchen, making himself comfortable.

“Yeah, why don't you come inside and make yourself comfortable?” I said sarcastically.

I heard his deep chuckle from the kitchen, and my heart raced. I felt a surge of adrenaline, and my palms started to sweat. What was this reaction coming from me just because of a laugh?

“Don't worry, I will,” he called out from the kitchen, his tone laced with amusement.

I walked to my room and shut the door behind me, leaning against it to catch my breath. My heart was pounding, and my palms were still sweaty. I was thinking about how I missed having a cock in me a few minutes ago, maybe this was a sign?

I took my towel off and headed to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I didn't like what I saw. My hair was a mess; the bun I'd tied had come undone. My cheeks were flushed, and I felt embarrassed knowing I'd been out there looking like this in a short towel.

I splashed water on my face, then walked out of the bathroom and went to look for some clothes to wear. I settled on a black t-shirt and blue shorts to look decent, then ran a brush through my hair.

I opened the door to my room and found Steve sitting in the living room, a cup of coffee in hand, and some papers spread out on the table before him.

He heard me enter and raised his head to look at me. A soft smile played on his lips, and I felt myself getting lost in it.

“You're waiting for Hazel?” i asked

“Yeah, we were supposed to meet here, I thought she was already here, she didn't tell me you'd be arriving today.” He looked away and went back to reading the papers, leaving me feeling awkward and out of sorts, wishing Hazel had informed me about her cousin's visit. It then dawned on me that I hadn't called to tell Hazel I'd be coming today, I couldn't believe I'd forgotten to inform her.

“I was actually the one who did not inform her I'd be coming today,” I confessed while chewing my lips.

"That’s fine, why don't you sit down for a while?” he asked, his gaze fixed on me, trying to gauge my reaction. I cleared my throat and looked away, feeling self-conscious.

"Sure, why not?" I mumbled to myself, taking a seat beside him. He smelled so good, and I found myself drawn to him, his cologne filled my nostrils, a mix of woodsy and citrus notes

"So, Mabel…" he started, his voice low and seductive, making me look at him. My heart fluttered as he said my name, and I found myself drawn to his dark, playful eyes. I wanted to run my hands through his hair but stopped myself, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.

“How old are you?”

"I'm 26," I replied, looking down and fidgeting with my fingers.

A silence fell between us, and I struggled to think of something to say to him.

“Hmmm,” he hummed low in his throat, sending chills down my spine. I lifted my head, he smiled a little and looked like he was deep in thought while watching me.

So, what do you think of the house so far?"

I shrugged, feeling a bit more at ease. "It's nice. I like the decor."

Steve chuckled. "Yeah, Hazel has a great sense of style. I'm sure you two will get along great."

"You don't talk much, do you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No, not really," I said softly, feeling the awkwardness between us grow. He leaned back on the couch, crossed his arms on his chest, and looked pleased with himself, as if he'd just figured something out.

"I'm 29, Mabel," he said, my name rolling off his tongue. I loved the way it sounded, and it made my heart flutter.

He took his hand to his lips and traced them with his thumb, my eyes following his thumb on his lips. I focused my gaze at his eyes and found him looking at my lips, causing my cheeks to redden.

And then, without thinking, Steve leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent shivers down my spine.

As we pulled back, I felt a sense of wonder. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to do that."

I shook my head, feeling a sense of clarity. "No, it's okay. I wanted you to." I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him, if only he knew i wanted him to fuck me earlier at the door.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked with his gaze still lingering on my lips

"No, I don't. If I did, I wouldn't let you kiss me," I replied, resting my hands on my lap.

"You don't?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"No, I don't. Why do you look surprised? Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked curiously, my curiosity piqued.

"What do you think?" he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I don't know," I laughed, trying to hide my nervousness.

"I don't have a girlfriend," Steve's face lit up with a smile, and he leaned in to kiss me again. This time, it was deeper, more passionate, it deepened quickly, his tongue seeking entrance, which I willingly granted, I could taste the coffee on his breath. His hand moved from my chin to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I moaned softly, my body melting into his.