A Tempting Trio (MMF Novel)

Chapter 9: Innocent Intrusion

Leo

Professor Warren had sent me the message with the Uber details and estimated time of arrival and after he had abruptly left me to my thoughts. I had sat quietly on the chair in the kitchen, watching the little car on the screen move up the next block. It was taking awfully long and I was growing restless. Why is the damn uber not moving?

The red lights at night usually turn faster due to decreased traffic but this was just getting ridiculous. The uber was supposed to arrive in about three minutes and I had checked the time as well. Three minutes dragged into five minutes. And then seven minutes.

I fidgeted in my seat, wondering if I should inform Professor Warren, I mean, Ethan, regarding it and contemplated if I should just order another one without having to tell him. I wanted to avoid as much conversation as possible and having to go upstairs to find him while Annabelle was sleeping seemed too much of an effort. The more distance the better, and I definitely did not want to be caught alone with him.

I wouldn't be able to help myself.

I checked my phone again. Canceled.

That bitch. I sighed out loud, checking my bank account which was close to zero dollars. I had stopped working at the deli after school started and I was the splurging type, usually buying food. It was no wonder I was so broke.

I didn't even have enough money to afford a freaking uber. It was pathetic.

Walking was my second option but Ethan was right. It was too far and it was getting late. I continued to sit for a moment, weighing in my choices before I finally made a decision.

I crept up the carpeted stairs, making sure I kept my footsteps soft and silent as I clung to the railing, feeling anxious for some unknown reason. What was I so afraid of? It's not like I was going to jump his bones, especially not with what happened last time. I had learned my lesson and I was going to be a good boy.

I found his bedroom, the first door to the right in the narrow hallway and paused when I saw the door was not completely closed. I peeked through the slit of the door, my hand automatically poised to knock. And just as immediately, my hand dropped down, along with my jaw.

Professor Warren, masturbating.

I watched in fascination, frozen in spot, my eyes sharply following his harsh up and down movements over his erection. There was no way to explain what he was doing–because it was so obvious. I wanted to walk away and erase my mind from the exciting imagery but I couldn't bear to turn away.

Not when he was so absorbed with pleasuring himself. His breaths shuddered out as he roughly handled himself, the corded muscles on his forearm flexing wildly. I leaned in closer and closer, pushing the door wider as I tried to catch a glimpse of what he was packing.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

His cock was enormous, and such a pretty one too. Thick and long, with a wicked curve, with a long vein coursing down the shaft. He was getting rougher with it, his soft moan slipping from his parted lips, his head bowing down in concentration, his entire frame trembling slightly. I was inevitably hooked, continuing to push the door for an even better view. I could feel myself harden in response and I must have made a sound because his head suddenly whipped upwards, his vibrant blue eyes falling on me.

The silence was deafening and it seemed like every molecule in the air had frozen in time. I didn't even think we were both breathing as we stared at each other from across the room.

Then, he moved, covering his massive boner with his towel, scrambling up from his bed with narrowed eyes. His entire body flexed sinuously as he eyed me cautiously, his lips parting to speak.

"Have you not heard of knocking?" He said just as I began to stammer out an apology.

"I'm s-sorry," I stuttered, taking a step back as he approached me slowly.

That towel was doing nothing to cover him and I couldn't help but stare at his crotch again as I continued to back away. His lips twisted downwards and he scowled at me coldly. He did not look happy at all.

"Why are you still here?" He demanded, pausing a foot before me. His dark-blonde brow cocked at me when I struggled to answer.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...interrupt you–"

"Answer my question, young man," he barked, his eyes darkening in annoyance.

"Oh, right. Uh, my uber canceled and I didn't have money to get another one and I was going to walk but it's too late and it's kind of far so I was looking for you so you could help me and I didn't realize that you were...busy and–"

My words came out like verbal vomit as I hurried to explain myself, trying to ignore the sensual heat wafting from his toned, athletic body. He wasn't really that close to me but my imagination was running wild and I could tell that he was well aware of it as well.

He raised a hand to silence me. "Next time, please knock. That is just common courtesy," he intoned sternly, staring down at me with an unreadable expression.

I nodded gratefully as he ushered me out, closing the door firmly in front of my face. I stared at the door with wide eyes, pleading with my hard-on to go down. This was not good. He was definitely pissed off at me. I would be too, if someone had barged on me jacking myself off.

"Wait downstairs. I am going to drop you home myself."

His voice was slightly muffled as he spoke through the door, and it sounded like he was getting dressed.

"Yes, Sir," I said quickly, stupidly saluting at the door.

I couldn't get downstairs faster, practically leaping down the stairs, ignoring the loud thumping sounds as I reached the first floor. Just as I headed back to the kitchen, Annabelle walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her eyes with her fingers.

"Leo? What are you still doing here?"