The only thing I would change is the fact that he’s hardly ever here. I feel like a jerk for being jealous of his job because he’s basically a hero, but every time he leaves, I miss him before the door has closed behind him. Not to mention how much I worry about him. His job is dangerous. Anything could happen to him at any time, and it drives me crazy with anxiety.
“Honey, I’m home,” Torin’s singsongs cutting through the silence of the house. My heart does a little flip-flop in my chest. I love it when he says that even though I know he’s just teasing me. It still makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
I can imagine how it would feel if it were real. He would come home from a long shift at the fire station and walk into the kitchen, where I’m fixing our dinner with a happy smile on his face. He’d look at me like I’m the only thing he ever wants to see again. He’d wrap me up in his arms and kiss me senseless. We’d get so wrapped up in each other that our dinner would burn.
“Mm… What smells good?” Torin asks, shaking me out of my daydream.
“Oh, just meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Nothing fancy.”
“Considering most of my meals consist of sandwiches at the fire station and whatever I can toss on the grill while I’m home, this is fine dining.”
My cheeks heat in a blush. “It’ll be done in around ten minutes.”
He gives me one of those sexy half-smiles. As always, my core clenches, and I wish that he’d kiss me again like he did at the bookstore. It’s been so long I’ve almost convinced myself that it didn’t even really happen. “Okay, beautiful.”
As always, Torin goes to unpack his bag. I can hear him every step of the way. First, he tosses his dirty clothes in the laundry room, then goes to his bedroom to repack his bag so it’s ready to go at the drop of a hat. When he’s finished with that, he’ll wander back out here barefooted, with a big smile as he takes his plate.
“Dinner is ready,” I holler towards our bedrooms. When he doesn’t respond, I chew my bottom lip, wondering if he just didn’t hear me. A few minutes pass without him coming out… I decide to go tell him instead of yelling again. It is rude, after all. Especially if he’s busy on the phone or something.
His bedroom door is cracked open. I knock lightly, but even so, the door swings open, revealing a very naked Torin. I stand in complete shock. I can’t keep my eyes from roving over his sexy body. From his muscular shoulders down his strong chest and perfectly formed abdominals. I moan at the drool-worthy V that leads down to his beyond impressive cock. Even half-hard, he’s enormous.
“I-I… Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” I gasp, my hand flying up to cover my eyes. The temptation to see more of him is too much, and I peek between my fingers to get another good look at him. I clench my thighs together, knowing my panties are completely soaked. I’m sure my nipples are so hard he can see them pressing against my thin bra and shirt.
Torin chuckles, my eyes fly to his face realizing I’m totally busted still staring at him in all his naked glory. And man, it is glorious. I nearly faint when he leans down and pulls on a pair of gray sweatpants. His now fully erect cock is plainly showing through the material.
Jesus.
He laughs again, and I realize I just spoke aloud. “Like what you see, beautiful?”
I blush so hotly I can feel my cheeks burning up with both embarrassment and desire. “D-dinner is ready,” I blurt out before turning tail and running out of the room and into the bathroom. I slam the door shut behind me and lean against it panting.
I cannot believe that I just walked in on a very naked Torin. As if he wasn’t already the subject of every one of my fantasies. Now I know exactly what he’s been hiding under his clothes, and my spank bank material just became extra real. My panties are soaked, my whole body is quivering with the need for release. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to alleviate some of my desperation.
It takes several deep breaths before I have myself under control again. Though control is a relative idea at this point because every cell in my body wants to run out of this room and climb Torin like a tree.
Down girl.
I’ve never felt so out of control in my life. Lust was an abstract notion before Torin kissed me. Now, all I can think about is his lips on mine and the thick length of his hardness against me. Every day the need for him grows and grows. Being here in his house, constantly surrounded by his masculine scent, does nothing to calm my growing desire.
I decide my embarrassment isn’t going to subside no matter how long I hide in the bathroom, so it’s time to face the music… Or as it happens, my oh so hot temporary roommate.
6 Torin
I sit up in bed, stretching. I can hear the shower running and know that Lani is up early. My cock is rock-hard imagining her naked body. I can practically taste the water on her skin and how it wouldn’t do anything to take away from her own sweetness. I grip my cock giving it a firm tug. I stroke myself imagining Lani’s soft little hand on me.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been picturing her touching me. The look on her face last night when she walked in on me naked is burned into my brain. I will never forget the hungry way her eyes ate
