Instead, she rolls onto her back. The hoodie shifts. I can see both breasts now. Full. Perfect. Her nipples hard.
She watches me. Her eyes drop to my hand. To the obvious bulge beneath it.
"Come closer," she says.
Her voice is husky. Thick with sleep and something else.
I don't move. Can't move. My brain has short-circuited.
"Bruno." She says my name like a command. "Come closer."
I wheel forward. One rotation. Two. Until I'm beside the bed.
She holds my gaze as her hand slides down her stomach. Over the waistband of her shorts. Inside.
My cock throbs.
"You want to watch?" she asks. "Then watch."
Her hand moves beneath the fabric. I can see the outline of her fingers. The rhythm she sets.
"Antonella—"
"You broke into my room." Her breath hitches. "You watched me sleep. You touched yourself while looking at me." Her back arches slightly. "The least you can do is finish what you started."
I should leave. I should apologize and leave and never speak of this again.
Instead, I unzip my pants.
Antonella
I watch his hand disappear inside. Watch his jaw clench. Watch his eyes stay locked on mine as he pulls himself free.
Oh.
He's big. Thick. The kind of big that makes my thighs clench together instinctively. The head is flushed dark, already glistening. His hand wraps around the shaft, and his fingers don't quite meet.
I've seen men before. Touched them. But nothing like this.
My hand moves faster inside my shorts. I'm already soaked. Have been since I heard the door open. Since I felt him watching me in the dark.
I knew he was there. Knew he was looking. And instead of fear or anger, heat pooled between my legs.
What does that make me?
Bruno strokes himself slowly. His eyes drop to where my hand disappears beneath fabric. His nostrils flare.
"Take them off," he says. His voice is gravel. Broken glass.
I pull my hand free. Hook my thumbs in the waistband. Lift my hips and slide the shorts down my legs. Kick them off the edge of the bed.
I'm bare now. Completely exposed.
Bruno's hand stops moving.
I open my legs.
Wide. Shameless. Letting him see everything.