STUDY HARD
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Silas
My attention was redirected to a noise coming from the far reaches of the house.
Arrow and Baird had left hours ago, to get their workouts in at the campus athletic center before their day with students began, so I knew whatever I was hearing was not from them.
But there was no cause for alarm. I’d heard a… guest in the house the night before, and figured this person was just starting their day.
I had half a mind to see who it was and what they were up to, but it was my policy to mind my own business in matters of roommate life. I hadn’t lived with other people in years, and I’d promised myself when Arrow had invited me to bunk up with him, that I’d keep my head down and stay out of the other guys’ lives so long as they stayed out of mine.
They were my friends, and I didn’t want our short time living together to throw any kinks in our relationship.
So if someone had a ‘friend’ over the night before, it was none of my damn business. But that didn’t stop me from being curious.
Especially since I’d heard our house guest, whose room shared a wall with mine, having a little fun in her room the night before. All by herself.
How’d I know she was alone? I’d heard Arrow show her to the room and abruptly say goodnight. I wasn’t sure why he invited a woman home only to show her to the guest room, but the man must have had his reasons.
And the hot little noises she made as she pleasured herself were a thoroughly unexpected delight. I’d have to thank him later for setting her up right next to me. It was downright awesome of him.
I’d been up reading, so I heard her wash up and get ready for bed. And when her bed began to rock just the slightest bit, it was without a doubt clear what she was up to. When her breathing got heavy and raspy, I took my own good time in hand.
Literally.
It was beyond hot, listening to a woman moan and sigh, with no idea what she looked like. Not that I had any shortage of beautiful women in my imagination to jerk off to, but a situation like this let the mind go wild.
Was she curvy or slim?
Dark skinned or light?
Blue eyes or brown?
Long hair or short?
Big tits or small?
Not that it really mattered. Her little gasps and sighs, which led to a growing, then final, moan when she achieved her climax, set off my own as I collected my streams of ejaculate in the extra towel I kept in my nightstand for just that purpose.
Fucking hot, jerking off to the sounds of a stranger.
A stranger who was still in my house. Well, Arrow’s house.
“Good morning,” a woman’s voice tentatively said.
Holy fuck. I nearly went through the roof at the sound of her so close behind me. While I’d known someone was in the house, I hadn’t heard her coming and had no idea she was headed in my direction. I’d assumed she’d dress and slip out the side door without a word.
But I was glad she hadn’t because when I whipped around, I saw she was a pleasure to behold. Well done, Arrow. Well done.
Our houseguest was a tall, thin blonde with terribly adorable bedhead, bundled up in one of Arrow’s terrycloth robes.
How did I know it was Arrow’s? Because his initials were on it, like they were on nearly all his shit.
Monograms were his thing.
I jumped to my feet. “Hello. I’m Silas.”
I extended my hand because I didn’t know what else to do. I mean, I wasn’t going to say, hey I heard you jerking off last night and found it quite enjoyable.
Yeah, no.
“Hello. I’m Roxy. Roxy Vandenberg.”
She returned a healthy, firm handshake. Hopefully with the same hand she’d pleasured herself the night before. I was tempted to sniff it.
“I didn’t know anyone lived here with Arrow.”
Apparently not.
She looked around the kitchen, her gaze settling on our fancy espresso machine when I realized she was actually avoiding looking at me.
I looked down at myself in ratty sweats that were probably a little too clingy to be seen in mixed company. And I had no shirt on at all.
I hiked them up so they at least covered the top of my pubes, and reached for a jacket someone had left on the back of a kitchen chair.
As I started to pull it on, I thought fuck it. She’d already seen my pierced nipple, bicep tattoos, and whatever else my immodest clothing was revealing. I mean, shit, she was wearing another man’s bathrobe.
We were kind of even, if you asked me.
“I’m an architecture professor at the university. Camping out here until my own house is finished. Are you a student?”
She nodded, still avoiding looking at me, setting her gaze on my open laptop and plans for the movie theater.
“I’m a business major. My car broke down so Professor Menk—I mean, Arrow—gave me a lift here. I slept in the guest room," she said.
Thank god for little miracles.
“Whatcha working on?”
For a moment, I didn’t know what she was talking about. All I could do was stare at her mop of bedhead and think that the gap between her teeth was about the most fucking sexy thing I’d ever seen in my life. Truly.
It was in sharp contrast to her otherwise sultry presence, adding a fuck you that was unexpected. And delicious.
How many people these days ran around with gaps in their teeth when we were surrounded by dental work that delivered perfectly straight, overly whitened teeth? Not a hell of a lot.
She was… real.
But I’d forgotten my manners. “Coffee?” I asked.
She bounced up and down a little in her bare feet, unbothered by my near-nakedness.
I was in love.
“Please, yes. I would love some.”
As soon as I’d handed her a big, steaming mug, because—I couldn’t deny it—I wanted her to stick around as long as possible, I pulled a chair around the table so she could sit next to me.
Right next to me.