"Oh baby. Oh fuck yeah. Yes, baby, yes."
Katy felt Steve's breath against her ear as he continued to pound away on top of her, his increasing tempo indicating that his climax wasn't far away.
Her own orgasm, however, was nowhere near. Not even close. This wasn't a surprise. He never made her cum. His idea of foreplay was a quick rub between her legs before putting on a condom and climbing on top of her. She had tried to spice things up a bit but he wasn't interested. She had tried going on top but if anything he had cum even quicker.
"Oh baby, you're so tight. I love how you grip my sword."
Sword? Really?
Steve was a nice guy. They had been dating a few months and things had been...Okay. He was pleasant and nice looking but he just didn't excite her the way he probably should.
"Oh, Katy!" He grunted into her ear as he collapsed on top of her.
Her kissed her on her forehead and rolled off her. She glanced over at him lying next to her with his hands behind his head and was ashamed to feel slightly resentful. Look at him, all sated and satisfied. She felt like a coiled spring, aching for her own release but knowing from past experience once he'd cum the battle was already lost.
"Well, I suppose I better be off," he spoke with slight reluctance. "Early start tomorrow."
"Oh, ok," she responded, a bit annoyed he wasn't even making the effort post orgasm.
He climbed out of bed and pulled on his clothes as she walked naked across her room and pulled on her robe.
They walked past her flatmate's room to the main door of the apartment. Steve leant down and a dropped a kiss on her lips.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he promised, as he gave her a quick wave goodbye.
She closed the door behind him and turned back to her room when she saw her flatmate leaning against the doorframe of his own room.
"Loverboy has gone now then?" Ryan questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Good detective work Sherlock," she retorted. They had been flatmates for almost a year and for the most part they got on well. They shared a similar sense of humour and other than being a complete flirt, he really was a nice guy.
He grinned at her sarcasm and then looked her up and down. She was suddenly conscious that she was completely naked beneath her robe.
Ryan raised his eyebrows again and let his eyes rest on her barely covered cleavage.
"Stop looking at me like that!" She chastised him, tightening the belt on her robe.
"Sorry babe, I promise to keep my 'sword' to myself," he retorted with heavy emphasis on the word so embarrassingly used by Steve.
"You heard that?" She exclaimed, mortified. Her hands flew to her face in embarrassment. It was cringeworthy enough that she had to listen to it, never mind Ryan!
"Oh yeah baby," Ryan replied with a grin, clearly enjoying himself.
She scowled at him.
"Well you shouldn't have been listening, you pervert," She countered childishly. God, how much had he heard?
"I couldn't not. Loverboy is pretty vocal." He took a step closer to her and leaned in to whisper. "You however, were not."
"Ryan!" She spluttered, wondering if it was possible to die of embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed babe. Not everyone can be a God in the sack like me." He winked at her.
She rolled her eyes, wishing she could argue that point but from the cries of pleasure she had heard from women coming from his bedroom he clearly was doing something right.
"Look, sex isn't all about screaming orgasms. It's about connection," she retorted defensively, not even sure she believed herself.
"Bullshit! Yeah connection is great but what's the point if it doesn't feel good?"
She couldn't think of an adequate response and so continued to glare at him.
"You'd probably be less grumpy if you weren't sexually frustrated," he continued.
"I am not sexually frustrated!" She shouted. "I can see to myself you know!"
That admission was met with silence, although he looked as surprised as
she felt that she'd actually admitted to it. Alone time with her trusty vibrator had become something of a night time ritual lately.
Ryan's eyes were dark as his eyes roamed her body again.
"I know," he murmured, startling her. "I hear that too."
"You hear me?" She whispered, closing her eyes in embarrassment.
"Oh yeah," he murmured. "And it's as hot as hell."
She opened her eyes and was startled to find him standing in front her, his eyes dark.
"I can hear your soft moans. I know you try and be quiet, but it gets too much doesn't it? I can hear the buzz of your toy as you hold it against your clit. And then the sound goes faint and I know you've taken it inside you. I imagine what you must look like, making yourself feel good like that."
Katy looked at him wide eyed, her heart pounding.
"And what do you do?" She breathed, unable to take her eyes off his.
"I join you," he said simply. "I imagine what it would be like to touch you like that, to make you moan like that, and I cum when you cum."
"Fuck," she murmured, the aching throb between her legs intensifying. She had no idea he could hear her, let alone that he was stroking his cock listening to her. She was surprised at how hot she found the image of him cumming for her.
"That's why it's a waste," he continued. "I've heard you cum, I've heard you moan. You don't do that for him. You're wasted on him. You shouldn't have to make yourself cum. A body like yours deserves a pro, not a fucking amateur."
Not even able to mock the cheesy line that he had undoubtably used before, Katy just stared at him. Sure, they had flirted in the past, good natured friendly banter, but this was different. She could feel the electricity between them and was surprised by how much she wanted him to touch her.
"Ryan, I..." She started, unsure of what to say or do next.
He smiled at her and took a step back, disappointing her.
"I better let you get back to your room," he murmured, his eyes still on her face.
She nodded and whispered goodnight as she hurriedly entered her room and shut the door. She leant her head back against the closed door and sighed heavily. What the hell was that? She had felt certain he was going to touch her and he had been saying all those hot things and then... Nothing. Her disappointment was overwhelming. She knew if he had touched her or kissed her she wouldn't have held back.
"You have a boyfriend," she scolded herself. Ryan had done the right thing. Still, it did nothing to relieve the disappointment and ache that she felt.
She glanced over at her bed and then at her bedside drawer where she kept her toy. Dare she, now she knew he could hear? She felt her pulse quicken as she imagined him in his own room, taking his cock in his hand as he listened to the buzz of her vibrator.
She removed her robe and walked naked over to her bed. She opened her drawer and took out her rabbit vibrator, and lay back. Feeling bold she turned it on and held the tip against her aching clit. She couldn't stop the moan that slipped out. She needed this.
She ran her spare hand up her body and over her full breast. She remembered how Ryan had eyes her cleavage in the hallway, as she gently rolled a nipple between her finger and thumb. He had never hidden that he thought she had a good body but she had no idea he had cum listening to her have her own orgasm.
She moved the toy down to her wet opening, lubricating it with her own juices as she moved it back over her clit. Oh it felt good. She moaned again, suddenly spurred on by the thought of him listening. Did he have his cock in his hand?
The image of him stroking himself for her intensified the ache between her legs and she brought the toy back to her opening and slid it deep inside her pussy.
"Oh god," she breathed, as she felt her rabbit fill her. She positioned the toys 'ears' over her clit and luxuriated in the double stimulation.
She lifted her hips off the bed in time with her hand movements, moving the toy in and out of her pussy. She squeezed her nipple harder as she felt the orgasm she so desperately needed become closer.
She closed her eyes and imagined what Ryan may be doing. She was sure his cock would be big, and she imagined him stroking himself quickly, bringing himself off.
That image was enough to push her over the edge as her orgasm racked through her body.
"Ryan..." She moaned loudly, unable to stop herself as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her trembling body.
"Oh fuck!" a deep voice exclaimed from outside her room. She heard a floorboard creak right outside as she realised Ryan must have been stood right outside her door.
Oh god! He must have heard her moan his name as she orgasmed. Had he cum too? Had he been so close to her, right outside her door. stroking his cock?
She stared at her door, her toy still deep inside her as her inner muscles clenched around it. Was he still there?
She slipped the now wet toy out of her, placed it on the bed and tiptoed to the door. She opened it slightly and peered outside. There was nobody there; he had obviously gone back to his own room.
She shut the door quietly and climbed back into her bed.
She didn't sleep a wink that night.
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The next day she had hurriedly got ready for work and left before Ryan got out of bed. She recalled the events of the night before and felt a mix of excitement and embarrassment.
She found it hard to concentrate at work where she was a PA to a lawyer at the local law firm, and she was relieved when it was time to go home.
She looked at her phone and saw a missed call from Steve. She quickly listened to his voicemail where he told her he would be working late that night and they could catch up later in the week.
Katy felt both guilty and relieved as she hung up the call. She couldn't face him tonight.
It was Friday night and rather than her usual plans to see friends, Katy was looking forward to going home and having an early night, since she had barely slept the night before.
It had been a long day and by the time she got home Ryan had already left for the evening. The scent of his aftershave still lingered and she knew she must have only just missed him.
She undressed and pulled on her shorts and a vest top and grabbing a blanket, she curled up on the sofa.
