My Ex’s Roommates: Chapter 17

I came home the next day around lunchtime. I was exhausted after staying up with Casey the night before. I normally didn’t take time off from work but I was too tired to sit in a quiet library and not fall asleep. With a sudden abundance of free time in my day I decided I was going to take a nap. I’d noticed two of the three trucks that usually filled the driveway were gone so I was hoping I had the house to myself. The silence was rare and I was excited about it.

I climbed the stairs and stopped at the top when I heard a muffled sound from down the hall. Someone was home. I was just about to hurry into my room so I could stay unnoticed but a second muffled sound caught my attention. I would’ve sworn that I heard my name. Oh, great. I put my bags down just inside my bedroom door and walked down the hall. Dylan’s door was the only one shut so I stopped outside of it and raised my hand to knock when I heard my name again.

Assuming he’d heard me and needed something, I had a vision of him sick on the floor, I pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside. Only Dylan wasn’t sick on the floor and he definitely didn’t know I was home, judging by the shock on his face.

Dylan Cooper, the most serious and somewhat uptight guy I knew, was standing with his shirt off, his pants dropped low on his thighs, and he was bracing himself against the wall beside me with one hand while the other hand was busy stroking the long length of his cock. For the brief second I got to see him before he realized I’d come in, his head had been back, his lips parted as he pleasured himself. I felt like a kid underneath a pinata, trying to gather up as much candy as I could before it was all gone but the candy was the erotic vision Dylan made.

While my eyes were scanning his broad chest and lower, Dylan had noticed me. He shouted and twisted his hips away from me to hide himself. “Harper!”

I screamed, his shock jumpstarting my shock, and slammed the door closed. Running towards the stairs, I tossed over my shoulder. “I’m so sorry!”

Without any useful thoughts in my head, I went downstairs to the kitchen and stuck my head in the freezer. Oh, my god. Why are all their penises so big?! When the freezer didn’t help cool my overheated face I grabbed a bag of frozen strawberries and put them directly over my eyes.

I couldn’t believe I’d walked in on Dylan like that. What was wrong with me? I was going to have to move out. I’d basically quit looking for a new place to live but that would have to start back up, big time. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to face him again. I’d just been staring at him like a pervert!

Slow, measured steps sounded down the stairs and then into the kitchen. I didn’t take the strawberries off my face. “I am so sorry. I should’ve knocked. I thought I heard you call my name and I thought you might be sick so I just barged in. I am incredibly sorry, Dylan.”

He cleared his throat. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t… Normally, I… Jesus. This is embarrassing.”

I slowly peeked out from behind the strawberries and saw that he really did look mortified. I also saw that he hadn’t bothered putting a shirt on. His bare chest was like a beacon of light and I couldn’t help looking. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

He pulled out a box of pasta as I watched and put a pot of water on the stove. Bent over the island, he slowly opened the box of noodles and forced out a deep breath. “You just heard me calling your name while jacking off, Harper. I’m pretty sure that’s harassment or something. I’m sure I just made you uncomfortable and I’m sorry for that.”

My heart beat faster in my chest. “You were calling my name. Oh.”

His piercing blue eyes shot to mine and there was no sign of his all-American smile. His mouth turned down in a scowl as he straightened. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I thought you… You know what? I should just go.”

“No!” I stepped closer to him. “No. You don’t have to go. I don’t feel harassed. I’m fine, Dylan.”

He stared me down. “You’re fine. You screamed and ran away. You’re not fine.”

I covered my mouth to hide a smile that was stubbornly trying to etch its way onto my face. “I was shocked! That doesn’t mean I’m not fine.”

“Are you laughing?” He put his hands on his hips. “You are. You’re laughing!”

I was. I couldn’t help it. I had the giggles over the awkwardness of it, but also because I couldn’t stop thinking about him calling my name and it was sending adrenaline rushing through my body. “I’m not. I’m really not.”

He groaned and went about pulling things from the fridge. “I deserve it. That was not my proudest moment.”

“What were you thinking about?” The question hung in the air between us and I watched Dylan’s back stiffen before he slowly turned to face me. “I don’t know why I asked that. I think something’s wrong with me. Ignore me. See? Now we’re both embarrassed.”

Dylan gripped the countertop as he studied me. “Do you actually want to know?”

I bit my lip and felt heat building between my thighs. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was under the spell of his dick, I was pretty sure. Why else would I encourage the conversation we were having? “Yes.”

His chest expanded as he sucked in a sharp breath of air. His shoulders were so wide and strong and his waist was narrow with those matching lines on either side that made women stupid. “I should keep my mouth shut so you can still look me in the eye tomorrow.”

I inched closer with my back pressed against the same edge of the countertop he was gripping so tightly. “I want to know.”

He looked down at me and his eyes focused on my mouth. “I was thinking about your mouth.”

My heart skipped a little. I jumped when my right arm bumped into his left hand but neither of us budged. “My mouth?”

He nodded, the muscles in his jaws clenching and releasing. “Your mouth.”

“What about my mouth?” I wasn’t sure I was breathing.

His eyes flicked from my mouth to my eyes and then back again. His throat bobbed when he swallowed. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, he lifted his hand and took my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Lightly pulling until my lips parted, he let out a shaky breath. “I was thinking about your lips stretching around my dick and how hot and wet your tongue would be stroking me.”

It was my turn to swallow loudly. Polite Dylan had left the room and the man standing next to me was a shock to my system. I licked my lips and watched his face pinch like he was in pain. “So just a blow job?”

He let out a quiet laugh as he dropped his hand from my face. “No. I was thinking of owning your mouth while you kept your pretty eyes on mine, even while you struggled to take it all. Nothing just about it.”