"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.
