wet dreams | Colby Brock x reader

Chapter 5 : "I'll let you finish what you were busy with."

"Thanks for dropping me off," I say at the driver's window, waving them off as I make my way up the steps to my apartment building.

I turn around and take one last glance, my eyes meeting Colby's, a smile forming on his lips as they drive off. I take a few seconds, just standing and thinking about his smile, a small smile forming on my own lips.

I make my way up the stairs, unlocking my door and locking it again once I get inside. I switch on all my lights, making my way to the kitchen and prepare myself an easy egg noodle meal.

I dish up and head to the TV room, switching it on and taking a seat on the left side of the couch, resting my arm with the plate on the armrest while surfing through the channels.

By the time I'm done eating I still haven't found something that sparks my interest, so I switch it off, put my dish in the sink and switch off the lights, heading to my en suite bedroom.

I turn on my speakers, connecting my phone to the bluetooth, letting my favorite sensual Spotify playlist play loud enough for me to be able to hear it in the shower.

I close my curtains and remove my clothes, folding them and throwing those that are dirty in the laundry hamper.

Once I'm done I turn on the shower, letting the water run until it's at the perfect temperature, stepping in it and letting my body and hair get wetter by the second.

I take a few seconds, letting the water cover my body, my fingers moving in between the strands of my wet hair.

My hips automatically starts moving to the rhythm of the music, my hands traveling down my body with every move.

I feel my clit starting to throb as my thoughts get clouded with his face. I shake my head to the thought, stopping the movement of my body.

I take at least thirty minutes washing my hair and body, and get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I walk to my closet and pick out some comfortable pajamas, slipping into them and using the towel to dry my hair as much as I can.

I switch on my bedroom TV and turn off my lights and speakers, getting under my duvet covers. The TV is softly playing Brooklyn Nine-Nine on Netflix while I lay there, looking up at the ceiling and feeling a bubbly feeling erupt from the pit of my stomach.

I turn the volume up, wanting to block out as much sound as possible, considering the fact that my neighbour's are probably trying to sleep.

My hands slowly make their way to the fabric of my pajama pants, taking hold of it and pulling them down and throwing them beside the bed.

They travel back down to my waist, slowly making their way further down until my fingers are hovering over my clit.

The feeling of them touching it through the fabric makes me squirm with anticipation, goosebumps forming on my skin.

I start rubbing in a circular motion, growing more and more impatient. I take my panties off with a quick and swift movement, letting it rest with my pajama pants.

My hands travel down my body with anticipation, a sudden moan escaping past my lips once the cold sensation of my fingers come in contact with my clit.

I can feel it throb on the tip of my fingers and start rubbing in a slow circular motion. It doesn't please me at first but after a couple of minutes it feels better and I take out my vibrator in my bedside table.

The room fills with a loud buzzing sound, it becoming a bit softer once I move it under the duvet. I place it on my clit, the sudden ecstasy overwhelming my body, my back arching as a loud moan fills the room.

I keep it on the spot, the knot in the pit of my stomach building up by every passing second. Moan after moan escaping my lips.

Suddenly the ringing of my phone startles me, but I don't take the vibrator off my clit. With one hand holding it into place, I use the other to check the caller ID.

Colby.

I sigh in frustration and turn off the vibrator, my clit throbbing recklessly. I take a few deep breaths, trying to slow down my breathing, and answer the phone.

"Didn't think you'd answer," he says, his voice sounding low and really hot, causing my clit to throb more.

"Didn't think you'd call," I reply, my breath a bit shaky from previous events.

"Was I interrupting something?" he laughs and I feel my face getting hot. "I'll take that as a yes," he laughs again and I groan in defeat.

"Can I help you?" I ask in frustration, wanting to finish what I started. "We should hang out again," he said and I nod my head, him obviously not being able to see it.

"And not just when we film," he adds and a smile creeps up on my face, yet no response comes out of my mouth.

"I'll let you finish what you were busy with. Night," he says and before I could reply he hangs up the phone.

It takes me a few seconds to process what had just happened until I'm back to where I left off. His face is clouding my thoughts and I can't help but think of him as I get closer to the edge.

The sweat builds on the skin of my body, the knot in my stomach building until it releases. My legs shake as I moan and curse through my heavy breathing, my whole body overflowing with ecstasy.

I take a few seconds to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling with every second passing by. My phone buzzes from under the duvet and I check it, a text from Colby.

Picking you up at 11, be ready.

loved writing this

comment any ideas for the next part cuz idek

bye my luvs