Chapter 4

Mason’s POV

So, here we are.

A week has passed already, and surprisingly we managed to not kill each other.

But I will be honest with you.

Each night since our first night like roomies I had weird dreams.

Ok, they were not so weird.

But they were sure hot as hell and gave me a massive hard-on each morning.

Thank God Rachel wasn’t an early riser as it seems, since I never saw her in the morning.

This morning was no different.

I woke up from another erotic dream and I was as hard as a steal.

The main star of my dreams was — drum roll please — Rachel.

I know, weird right?

We couldn’t stand each other outside these walls, but still, I lusted after her.

Fine, it wasn’t only in my dreams.

But give me a break.

It’s not my fault she was going around the house in some really short shorts and tank tops that hide close to nothing.

She was gorgeous in her casual clothes, to be honest.

She had naturally red hair — which is much hotter than dyed hair — blue eyes that turned to a nice aquamarine color in the evenings. Probably the lights made such an effect but I didn’t give a fuck.

All I knew was that she had amazing eyes.

Long, toned legs, a stomach that wasn’t completely flat, and curves in all the right places.

Now tell me if that doesn’t sound like a wet dream of almost every guy.

Tonight I was dreaming how Rachel was giving me head and I woke up with my hand wrapped around my dick trying to get myself off even in my sleep.

I was really going crazy from all this sexual tension.

So I decided I needed to get laid asap.

I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom to take care of the usual morning business.

But I couldn’t get a particular picture out of my head.

A picture where Rachel had her lips wrapped around my cock and I had her hair wrapped around my hand pulling on it lightly.

Even though I jerked off under the shower, I guess my cock had a different idea.

He wanted a real deal, not just the one from my imagination.

“Not going to happen, pal. She hates us.” I muttered to myself while I roamed around the kitchen to brew a new pot of coffee.

I was still hard and just like every morning, I stood there only in my boxers.

Once I managed to make coffee I poured myself a cup and prepared it just the way I liked it.

Lots of milk and sugar.

When I took my first sip I groaned from the pleasure.

The first sip was always the best.

Then I finally turned around and leaned on the counter only to realize I was no longer alone in the kitchen.

There in the doorway stood Rachel looking with wide eyes and mouth agape.

I am sure my ears were red by this point — you guessed correctly, the only part of my body that blushed was my ears.

But I couldn’t do much. I could only watch her in shock wondering, how long was she standing there.

And how much did she see or hear for that matter?

I was, after all, speaking to my cock a few moments ago.

Damn it, Mason!

I was still cursing myself in my head when she regained her composure and finally managed to lift her head from my tented boxers to my face.

“Could you maybe put on some clothes? We live together you know and I would really appreciate it if I didn’t have to see so much skin first thing in the morning!”

She was speaking one thing, but I could see how she was rubbing her legs together, how her nipples pebbled and a deep red blush took over her face.

So if she was playing, why shouldn’t I return the favor?

“Really? I think you like what you see. Maybe you like it too much and now you are angry with yourself? Maybe a little sexually frustrated as well huh? Tell me Rach when was the last time someone took care of you?”

She turned even redder at my words and I won’t lie. I liked it a lot.

“That is none of your fucking business! And I don’t like anything! I have better taste than to lust after a man whore! And if your life turns around sex it doesn’t mean mine does as well! Now put on some clothes damn it!”

Now she went too far.

“You have no idea what you are talking about! Even if I was a man whore that would be no one’s business but my own. And my world does not revolve around sex. I was just teasing you, but you crossed the line by insulting me.”

I turned around and put my cup in the sink.

When I was right next to her I leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

“Late at night when you will be trying to take care of yourself, think about my tongue between your legs, or maybe you want my cock. Just think about all the fun we could have together.”

With those words, I left her standing there with wide-opened eyes and a shocked expression.

I had a feeling there was a lot of fun on the horizon in the near future.