Ashley sat up in her bed, ears straining to pick up a sound. Something had pulled her from a deep sleep.
There it was again: the soft shuffle of someone moving across the carpet. Next came a bump, then the screech of a table leg scratching across the wood floor. A mumbled curse. Rob was home. Another bump and a low chuckle followed by humming. Ashley could just make out a few bars of the song they'd played around with at practice earlier in the day. She glanced at the clock. For Rob to come in humming, and laughing at three AM meant only one thing.
He'd gotten lucky.
Jealousy and lust prodded her, as they always did when she thought of Rob with a man. He'd been hooking up a lot lately so the confusing feelings had become familiar. Who had he gone for this time? He seemed to prefer brunettes. An image flashed into her mind of her co-singer with a sexy, dark-haired man. Rob's guitar-calloused fingers buried in black hair, his buff body pressed up against another man's...
Ashley's nipples tingled and she turned on her side, trying to will the arousing thoughts away. She was not going to think about her roommate like this anymore. They were friends for God's sake.
The shuffling and humming paused outside her door. When the soft footsteps turned towards the bathroom Ashley let out her breath. The soft clang of a belt buckle hitting the bathmat was followed by the sound of the shower going on. All those beautiful muscles naked in the shower just steps from her door. Water drowned out the rest of Rob's movements, but his satisfied groan filtered into her room.
Was that what he sounded like when he came?
Her belly tightened. As if independent from her body, her hand crept up to cup one breast. Thumb and forefinger pinched the stiff nipple, and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. Her other hand skimmed down her belly, and slipped beneath her pajama bottoms. She felt guilty using her roommate like this, but fantasizing about Rob and his conquests was the only way she'd found to release the awful tension that gripped her these days. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?
She retrieved a vibrator from the drawer of her nightstand. Although she preferred a stronger buzz she turned it to the lowest setting – less chance that Rob would hear it when the water stopped. In the weeks since Rob had started trolling bars she'd gotten it down perfectly. She could bring herself to orgasm in the time that it took him to shower and rub himself down.
Mmm, rub down. Two male bodies. Slippery and wet. Deep muscles clenched in her womb. With one hand kneading her breast, she brought the smooth vibrating head under her pajama bottoms, and between her lower lips. The shaft touched her clit, and her whole body jerked. She circled her swollen bud with the wand, and sparks shot from her womb up her spine. She conjured an image of Rob with a sexy, dark-haired stranger. Arms entangled. Cocks hard and ready. She stroked the vibrator from her clit to her wet opening and back. Slowly at first, then faster, encouraging that delicious pressure to build. Vibrations danced through her pussy as naked men wrestled in her head.
The water stopped. Rob was stepping out of the shower now. Naked, dripping. She moved the vibrator faster, and pinched her other nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Her head tossed against the pillow, and she fought to keep silent. He'd hear her now that the shower was off. The bathroom door opened. Just a little more. It was taking her longer than usual. She focused on the image in her head and pressed her hips up to meet the toy. Her inner muscles spasmed. Almost there...
Another face popped into her mind alongside Rob's – one with dark hair and blue eyes like a frozen lake on a clear day. A tall lean body, known to straddle a classic Harley Fat boy. Her beautiful ex, Ty Monroe.
Her clit began to twitch, she was so close, but she shook her head. She would not let that man intrude on her fantasy. She tried to recall the generic brunette she'd pictured earlier but he had been replaced by the body and too-familiar beauty of her ex, entwined with Rob.
Three years and two hundred miles away and that damned man was still interfering with her life. She tried again to force him from her mind, with as little success as usual. The more she tried, the harder it got. The hotter she got. It was the sexiest thing she had ever imagined. Rob and Ty...
With a snort of disgust she turned the vibrator off, and shoved it aside. It fell to the floor with a clunk. Footsteps paused outside her door. "Ash? You up?"
She froze, her body strung tight from her near-orgasm. She could ignore Rob but he'd probably poke his head in anyway. She yanked her hand away from her breast, and tugged her shirt down. "I'm up." She snatched a tissue from her bedside table to clean the musky evidence of her pleasure off her fingers.
The door opened to reveal Rob's muscular body backlit by the hall light. Ashley's eyes roamed over his perfect form. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, strong solid legs. Even more beautiful in the flesh. Her pussy muscles quivered.
"I woke you up, didn't I? Sorry." Rob shifted, crossing his arms, and leaning against the doorjamb. Her throat went dry. The light fell on his chest, and her eyes were drawn down the damp line of hair trailing into the towel he'd tucked around his hips. In the three years they'd lived together she'd caught him naked a few times, and knew a serious prize hid beneath that towel. Not for the first time she wondered: did he take it in the ass or did other men feel that stallion cock in theirs? Again she imagined Rob with Ty, and her clit tingled. She clenched her thighs together, and forced herself to look up at his face.
"Come in." Her voice came out low and husky. I hope he thinks it's because I just woke up, not because I'm fantasizing about him fucking a hot guy. She cleared her throat. "I was having a strange dream anyway."
Rob sauntered around the far side of the bed, and flung himself down beside her. The towel somehow managed to stay in place. Bummer.
"What was it about?"
She shrugged, unable to follow the lie with anything convincing. "Nothing important. I just remember that I didn't like it." That was almost the truth – imagining Ty with Rob had been hot, but disturbing too.
Rob propped himself up on one elbow, resting his head in his hand. The other hand reached up to brush her hair from her eyes. She probably looked terrible, her red hair a rat's nest of frizz and curls. Good thing their relationship was platonic.
Yeah, good thing.
"Poor Ash."
Frustration was bad enough - the last thing she wanted was pity. She changed the subject. "So, how was the party?"
"Good. Really good."
She nodded, not surprised. She knew she shouldn't ask, shouldn't torture herself, but she couldn't resist. "So who was the lucky boy tonight?" She just managed to keep the eagerness out of her voice.
Rob chuckled, a low sound that made her every nerve stretch taut like a guitar string. "Oh, he was a hot one, Ash. Tall with blue eyes and dark hair."
A brunette. Score one for Ashley. She tried to keep a certain blue-eyed brunette from her mind, and failed again. He continued. "Muscular but not too built – you know the type I like."
Ashley tried and failed to fight down the jealousy rising in her gut. "You gonna see him again?"
"Nah. He was from out of town. But man, was he pretty, with pale blue eyes that looked like..." Rob shook his head. "I can't describe them."
She tried to sound nonchalant. "Like a frozen lake on a clear day?"
Rob turned to look at her. "Exactly!" He ruffled her hair with a smile. "That' s why you're the wordsmith in our duo. But how did you know?
She shrugged. "I knew a guy with eyes like that."
"Who?"
She heard the concern in his voice and forced herself to sound casual. "No one you know. Just some guy from back home."
