I took my headphones off. The song had heavy bass elements, and I knew enough to know I was going earblind by trying to work it for so long.
Karly had retreated to another room after tracking her vocals - the song didn't have a sultry subject matter, but she had a gorgeous contralto voice, and the hot vocal booth had resulted in her wearing nothing but a sports bra and booty shorts.
She'd caught me staring several times at the gorgeous lines of the muscles in her legs, the glint of the low lighting in the studio as it caught her belly button piercing. Each time her performance had gotten a bit huskier - great for the song.
I could almost pretend that was what I was intending.
We'd agreed long ago to never blur the lines of our friendship with sex - terrified it would end poorly and ruin our dynamic. Several close calls when we were drinking or dancing together had shaken us, but we'd stayed firm. Just as she'd finished recording her last line of the song, however, our eyes had met for a dangerous second, before she broke off and retreated to the other room to "draw or something".
I put the headphones down, and leaned against my desk, taking a deep breath. It was always hard resisting the urge to touch her, to grab her and kiss her, but today it felt almost impossible. I had to get myself under contro-
"Brendan?" She called softly from the other room. "Can you come here?"
There was something in the timbre of her voice that set my heart to hammering, and I grit my teeth and clenched my fists.
I took a deep breath and tried to centre myself, then left the studio and went out to the living room.
Just as I entered the room, she let out an unmistakeable moan that filled me with fire.
My eyes tracked to her - she was lying on her back on the couch, her head pointed away from me. One hand trailed up and down her body while the other had disappeared under the hem of her shorts.
I growled and rolled forward, stopping myself just in front of her, fists clenched and shaking with attempted self-control. Her eyes fluttered open, and a desperate hunger gripped her expression as she bit her lip, a perfect mirror of the storm raging inside me.
"We've talked about this," I began, but she cut me off. "I know what we talked about," she whispered, her hand still continuing its work under her shorts.
Involuntarily, I gripped my erection through my pants as I watched the hypnotizing, rhythmic movement.
"Please," she begged, her ragged breathing almost making it a sob, her masturbation taking on a frantic pace. The muffled sounds of her wetness reached my ears, and I realized that I had been stroking myself mindlessly while looking at her.
"Fuck," I choked out, removing my hand from my cock. I took a breath to say something to stop us, but I couldn't force the words out.
Taking advantage of my pause, she used both of her hands to grab her shorts and panties, and pulled them off in one smooth motion.
I couldn't take my eyes away from her pussy - she continued playing with it, but had angled her hand helpfully so that I could still see it. The incredible smell hit me and my teeth ground against one another, my nails biting into the palms of my hands as I exercised what little remained of my self control.
