Ethan

What was I thinking?

How could I let this hyperactive, yet refreshingly tempting young man within my proximity? It was hard enough to deal with Annabelle, who kept her distance and boundaries with me, but her boyfriend was different. I had no right to even fantasize about him, but he did not make it easy for me either.

The way he looked at me as if he couldn't help but stare–I knew there was something in him that yearned to have a taste of what I have to offer, but little did he know what I had in store for him.

I muttered angrily in my room, dropping my towel and staring down my rock-hard cock. It looked angry, with throbbing veins that coursed along the long, wide shaft. Good thing I managed to get away before he was able to see my predicament. I sat on the edge of the bed, grasping at the steel base with a firm grip, urging my belligerent cock to go down but it only pulsed harder in response.

"Fuck!" I hissed out loud, as I started rubbing my length up and down, the slit of my cock already moist with sticky fluids.

I thought about Leo's dark eyes roving over me, curious yet enticing and I stifled my groan as I jacked off harder. My balls tightened but I held back, unwilling to let go. I tugged harder, rutting my hips into my sticky palm, shivering from the electrifying sensation.

If I didn't have an ounce of control, I would have dragged Leo into my room and fucked him into oblivion. But before that, I'd let him have a taste of me first, have him gulp my steaming jizz before having him speared on my cock. My moan slipped out and I was so close so fast that I didn't notice when the door swung open until I finally heard a low, masculine gasp.

I looked up and there Leo was there, standing–watching me.