He nuzzled her neck, nibbling her earlobe. "I don't need one. I'm going to pleasure myself and fantasize about you." His hot breath tickled the hairs on her neck.
Avery shivered, her nipples pebbling under her loose sweater. Colby couldn't let himself touch them again, or he'd lose himself completely. He wanted to, needed to, desperately. Her taste was still in his mouth and her scent was on his face and his clothing. It was divine torture. He licked her neck once more, then set her aside.
"If you need to pee, go now."
Suddenly embarrassed, Avery dashed to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and washed her face after going pee. She changed into her pajamas when Colby took over the bathroom. He warned her, again, not to open the door.
Knowing that he was going to jack off, while thinking about her, made her terribly curious—in a disgusted, fascinated sort of way. She knew what a man's private parts looked like, but she'd never seen Colby naked and aroused. Mesmerized by the idea, she lay in the bed thinking about it, trying to hear any sounds that might tell her what he was doing.
He'd begin by lathering the soap in his hands, touching himself, imagining her hands on his body. He'd go slowly, at first, then faster as his pleasure grew. Soon, he would build to the point of completion. Would he call out her name? Would he groan as he had when his face was between her breasts?
She wanted to watch him. Knowing the door didn't lock, she was horribly tempted to look in on him. She could see enough through the shower door— "No!" she whispered the command. "No! You can't peep on Colby, he'd never forgive you!"
There was a thump in the shower. It sounded like Colby had hit his elbow on the shower door. Her imagination turned back to him, naked and aroused. How would he complete the act? What did men do when they did—that? The guys always made funny movements with their hands near their groins, whenever they talked about it. Did they just grab and yank? Wouldn't that hurt?
Sick with curiosity, she put the pillow over her head. Her mind went crazy with images of Colby naked, stroking himself. She imagined how he looked, based on how large he felt when she was close to him. Colby would probably have been impressed at the proportions she awarded him, in her vivid imaginings.
She'd almost made up her mind to go in and spy, when the water shut off. The shower door opened and she heard Colby singing as he dried himself off. Her mind continued to provide her with a pornographic play by play. She'd seen enough of his physique over the last few years, to know that he was lean muscled and ripped. He wasn't a body builder, but he was a swimmer and had the long, lithe muscles to go with it. His broad shoulders and chest had riveted her attention the night before.
The door to the bathroom opened. Steam billowed out as Colby walked toward the bed. His hair was wet, standing out from his head in wild abandon. His chest hairs glittered with moisture that hadn't been dispelled by the towel. He wore his pajama pants with no top. Avery was captivated by his chest, shoulders and abs. A thrill ran through her, lodging low in her belly. She shifted uncomfortably, her body suddenly feeling hot and needy. She crossed her legs, but that didn't help.
"Better?" her voice squeaked more than she'd intended.
"Yeah. Thanks." He threw back the blankets and dropped on the bed.
Avery scooted away, curled on her side as he turned out the light.
"I'm not going to attack you in your sleep," he said as he shifted around, getting comfortable.
"I know that."
"Cause it's much more interesting if you're awake," he murmured, his fingers running down her spine. He moved closer, leaning over her shoulder, his body close, but not touching hers. "I thought for sure you'd come in," he chuckled.
"In my imagination, I did," she whispered, half hoping he wouldn't hear her.
His fingers down her spine told her he had. They lingered at a sweet spot at the small of her back, caressing gently. How did he know that was the spot that drove her completely insane?
Because it's Colby. He knows things about me I don't even know.
He moved away as quickly and silently as he'd arrived. Avery felt cold and lonely when he returned to his side of the bed. Snuggling deeper under the covers, she could feel his warmth a few inches away. Unable to control herself, she rolled over, crawling closer, she laid her head on his chest.
"Night, Colb."
"Night, babe." He kissed the top of her head, his arm around her shoulders.
His soft breathing told Avery he was asleep. She wanted to touch him and see if he reacted in his sleep. She wanted to explore his body the way he had explored hers. Her hands crept down toward the waist band of his pants. She couldn't see anything in the dark but she could feel. Her fingers slipped under the fabric of his pants and boxers. The coarse hair of his lower abdomen made her fingers tingle. A couple inches lower and she'd be there. Curious hands moved slowly, lower until she reached the base of his penis.
His hand clamped hers, holding it in place. "If you want to touch the goods, all you have to do is ask, Avery. I'd rather be wide awake when you fondle my junk, so I can enjoy it."
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