Roommates with Benefits [COMPLETED]

Chapter 25 - Caught in the act ❤️

❤️Adult content❤️

Emma

Sunday morning, I drive back home to see my father. Noah is asleep in the car before we've been on the road for five minutes. Apparently, he did have a friend come over and spend the night.

We spend the day just hanging out with dad. He's always insisted we take time to be a family. I think it's his way of trying to make up for our mother leaving.

By the time I get back, it's evening. Ann-Marie calls just as I'm about to enter the elevator. I walk into the apartment listening to her talking about different types of pink and how many bridesmaids she wants. We catch up as I head to my room and she sends me some pictures of bouquets that she's choosing between.

I ask if she misses UNI, and she says she misses the people more than the studying.

Once we're done talking, I get into my pajamas, too tired to do much more. I grab my phone and walk across the hall to the bathroom.

As soon as I open the door, I know something's off. I look up from the phone, and Knightley is standing in front of me. Completely naked.

Time stands still. He's raised his hands over his head to dry his hair. Water droplets fall down his chest. His tattooed chest. I stare at the gears and cogs that seem to be inside of him for a moment.

Then my eyes wander lower. Down, over his stomach with the clearly visible abs. The V at the bottom leads my eyes even lower. And I'm staring at his dick. His large, perfect dick.

A towel suddenly covers my view and my eyes snap up to his surprised face. I try to say something, but no words come out.

As if intent on destroying me completely, my eyes again wander down his body, past his tattoo and to his hand holding the towel in front of his...

I yelp, turn on my heel, and run back into my room. With a loud bang, I slam the door shut and lean against it.

I just saw Knightley naked. Not only did I see him naked, he caught me staring at his dick.

My insides are on fire. With my hand pressed to my chest, I breathe, forcing myself to calm down. Once I can trust my breathing again, I take a step away from the door and stop immediately.

I'm excited. Just seeing him naked has me wet and ready. I close my eyes and his chest fills my vision. That tattoo that I didn't know he had. When did he get that?

I want to run my fingers over it; I want to study the details. Maybe slide my mouth over each of those gears before moving further down. I could let my fingers slide over the hard muscles. Down, down, down.

I groan. It's been so long since I had good sex. And, god, that naked body looked like a good time.

I remember the night he was drunk and put his hands on my waist, pulled me on top of him. What if he had been naked?

I run my fingers through my hair. There's no sound from outside. He's probably gone to bed. It's late. He must have been headed to bed already. I listen at the door for a while. Then I almost quickly cross the room, pushing down my pajama pants and underwear.

I step out of the clothes and open the drawer to my nightstand.

In nothing but the strappy top, I grab my vibrator and climb into bed. I bite my lip. I am so turned on. So incredibly hot and ready.

I place the vibrator between my legs and let it get coated in my wetness. With a hand on my breast, I place it at my opening. It should be Knightley's cock. I want to feel him between my legs as he settles into me. I close my eyes and stifle a moan as I move the vibrator to where I like it.

The outer part of the vibrator is pushing me over the edge. I'm gone. The scenes in my head are dirty and luring me deeper. I'm so deep into my fantasy, the knock on my door barely registers.

My door opens, and it's a cold shower. My eyes fly open and lock with Knightley's. I have never been more certain that my eyes are filled with lust and desire.

He's taken aback. His eyes move down my body, my hard nipples, and to the leg I've propped up on the bed. The leg that's only partially hiding what I'm doing.

I keep absolutely still. Realization dawns on his face. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but all he does is inhale shakily. Meanwhile, the sensations in my body are building. I'm getting closer and closer to the explosion.

"Are you...?"

His eyes darken. I'm panting from the effort of holding back. His face reddens, and he steps back out into the hallway, closing the door.

I release the tension in a sigh, and the slight movement is enough to push me over the edge. I barely have time to turn my head into the pillow to muffle my moans as I come.

I lay there, not completely satisfied, as I regain my composure. Something bangs in the kitchen, and I remove the vibrator and put it away. I find my pants and put them on. My legs are still shaking. He's making a lot of noise out there. Unless he's taken up late night cooking, he's waiting for me.

My breaths are deep but shaky. Right. I guess we're doing this.

I grab a hoodie and pull it over my still hard nipples, feeling as if I'm on my way to my own execution.

I clear my throat and he puts away the wok he was holding. With his back still at me, he stands and I think I can hear him take a breath before he turns.

"Look." He's not looking at me. "I shouldn't have come in like that. It won't happen again, I promise. I just wasn't thinking."

I nod and hug myself. "And I'm sorry for walking in on you in the bathroom."

"That was on me. You're not used to me using that bathroom."

"I should have known."

"I should have locked the door."

I do a little half shrug. That would have helped.

He finally looks at me, and I can feel my cheeks redden.

His eyes never move below my face. "I should get to bed."

As he walks past me, I can't stop myself from saying: "I wasn't doing... what you think I was. What it might have looked like."

He takes a few steps closer and I can smell him. The clean scent of his shampoo, his soap. Him. Apples and wood.

When he's even with me, he leans in. His breath tickles my ear. "You were. I heard the buzzing. And I know that look, Emma. I like it when I'm the one making you pant like that."

I'm wet again. Inhaling sharply, I wrack my brain for something to say. But he walks away and closes the door to his room.

I let out the breath. What the actual fuck was that? I slowly turn and stare at his closed door. What? What did he just...? What happened? I'm so confused. He likes that he made me pant? What does that mean? And why is it making my entire body tingle?