The apartment was quiet again, save for the sound of our heavy breathing. Anna lay beside me on the couch, her chest rising and falling with each deep inhale, her hair a tangled mess against the cushions. My heart was still pounding, my head a fucking mess of confusion and adrenaline. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’d caught me jerking off, and now here we were, half-naked and drenched in sweat, with the whole world feeling like it had shifted sideways.Anna let out a soft laugh, breaking the silence. “Well, that was… something.” Her voice was low, teasing, and I could hear the smirk in it without even looking at her.“Yeah,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Something.” I didn’t know what else to say. My brain was still trying to catch up with my body.She turned her head to look at me, her eyes lingering on my face like she was studying me. “You okay?” she asked, her tone shifting slightly. There was a flicker of concern there, but mostly she just looked amused.“Fine,” I said quickly, maybe too quickly. “Just… wasn’t expecting that.”She laughed again, softer this time, and propped herself up on one elbow. “Yeah, well, neither was I. But hey, life’s full of surprises, right?” Her gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, and I felt my face heat up all over again.I grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and tossed it onto my lap, trying to cover myself. “Yeah, guess so.”Anna rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. Instead, she reached over and flicked the pillow away, her fingers brushing against my thigh before she leaned back. “Relax, Kevin. It’s not like I haven’t seen it already. And trust me, you’ve got nothing to be shy about.”My cock twitched at her words, and I cursed under my breath. This woman was going to be the death of me. “Jesus, Anna,” I groaned, “you can’t just say shit like that.”She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into that infuriating smirk. “Why not? It’s just us. And after what just happened… I think we’re past being polite, don’t you?”I didn’t have an answer for that. She was right—politeness had gone out the window the moment she’d walked in on me. But that didn’t make this any less awkward. Or any less… intense.Anna sat up fully then, swinging her legs over the side of the couch. She stretched her arms above her head, letting out a soft moan that sent a jolt straight to my dick. Her shirt was still hiked up around her waist, revealing the curve of her hips and the edge of her panties. I tried not to stare, but it was fucking impossible.“So…” she said, glancing over her shoulder at me. “What now?”I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean, ‘what now?’”She shrugged, standing up and smoothing out her clothes—not that it did much good. “I mean, does this change things? Are we just gonna pretend like it didn’t happen? Or…” She trailed off, letting the question hang in the air between us.I didn’t know how to answer. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what she wanted me to say—what I wanted to say. Part of me wanted to shrug it off, to act like it was no big deal and move on. But another part of me—the part that was still hard as fuck—was screaming at me to grab her and do it all over again.Anna walked over to the kitchen, her hips swaying with every step, and opened the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and took a long drink. I couldn’t stop watching her—her throat moving as she swallowed, the way her lips wrapped around the bottle. It was distracting as hell.She set the bottle down and turned to face me, leaning back against the counter. “You’re being awfully quiet over there,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Cat got your tongue?”I shook my head, finally finding my voice. “No, I just… I don’t know what you want me to say.”Anna tilted her head, considering me for a moment. Then she pushed off the counter and walked back toward me, stopping just a few feet away. “How about the truth?” she said softly. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’m thinking… I’m thinking I want to fuck you again,” I admitted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.Her eyes widened slightly, and for a second, I thought I’d fucked up. But then she smirked again, slow and knowing, like she’d been waiting for me to say it. “Good,” she said, taking a step closer. “Because I was thinking the same thing.”My heart skipped a beat as she reached out and ran a finger down my chest, her touch light but electric. “But…” she added, pulling her hand away before I could react, “…not yet.”I groaned, my cock throbbing with frustration. “Anna…”She laughed softly, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. “What’s the matter, Kevin? Can’t handle a little teasing?”“You’re killing me,” I muttered, leaning back against the couch and glaring at her.“Maybe,” she said with a shrug. “But where’s the fun in rushing things?” She turned and walked back toward her room, pausing at the door to glance back at me. "Goodnight."I watched her go, my body still on fire but with no fucking relief in sight. This woman was going to drive me insane—and somehow, I wasn’t sure if that was

The apartment was quiet again, save for the sound of our heavy breathing. Anna lay beside me on the couch, her chest rising and falling with each deep inhale, her hair a tangled mess against the cushions. My heart was still pounding, my head a fucking mess of confusion and adrenaline. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’d caught me jerking off, and now here we were, half-naked and drenched in sweat, with the whole world feeling like it had shifted sideways.

Anna let out a soft laugh, breaking the silence. “Well, that was… something.” Her voice was low, teasing, and I could hear the smirk in it without even looking at her.

“Yeah,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Something.” I didn’t know what else to say. My brain was still trying to catch up with my body.

She turned her head to look at me, her eyes lingering on my face like she was studying me. “You okay?” she asked, her tone shifting slightly. There was a flicker of concern there, but mostly she just looked amused.

“Fine,” I said quickly, maybe too quickly. “Just… wasn’t expecting that.”

She laughed again, softer this time, and propped herself up on one elbow. “Yeah, well, neither was I. But hey, life’s full of surprises, right?” Her gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, and I felt my face heat up all over again.

I grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and tossed it onto my lap, trying to cover myself. “Yeah, guess so.”

Anna rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. Instead, she reached over and flicked the pillow away, her fingers brushing against my thigh before she leaned back. “Relax, Kevin. It’s not like I haven’t seen it already. And trust me, you’ve got nothing to be shy about.”

My cock twitched at her words, and I cursed under my breath. This woman was going to be the death of me. “Jesus, Anna,” I groaned, “you can’t just say shit like that.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into that infuriating smirk. “Why not? It’s just us. And after what just happened… I think we’re past being polite, don’t you?”

I didn’t have an answer for that. She was right—politeness had gone out the window the moment she’d walked in on me. But that didn’t make this any less awkward. Or any less… intense.

Anna sat up fully then, swinging her legs over the side of the couch. She stretched her arms above her head, letting out a soft moan that sent a jolt straight to my dick. Her shirt was still hiked up around her waist, revealing the curve of her hips and the edge of her panties. I tried not to stare, but it was fucking impossible.

“So…” she said, glancing over her shoulder at me. “What now?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean, ‘what now?’”

She shrugged, standing up and smoothing out her clothes—not that it did much good. “I mean, does this change things? Are we just gonna pretend like it didn’t happen? Or…” She trailed off, letting the question hang in the air between us.

I didn’t know how to answer. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what she wanted me to say—what _I_ wanted to say. Part of me wanted to shrug it off, to act like it was no big deal and move on. But another part of me—the part that was still hard as fuck—was screaming at me to grab her and do it all over again.

Anna walked over to the kitchen, her hips swaying with every step, and opened the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and took a long drink. I couldn’t stop watching her—her throat moving as she swallowed, the way her lips wrapped around the bottle. It was distracting as hell.

She set the bottle down and turned to face me, leaning back against the counter. “You’re being awfully quiet over there,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Cat got your tongue?”

I shook my head, finally finding my voice. “No, I just… I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Anna tilted her head, considering me for a moment. Then she pushed off the counter and walked back toward me, stopping just a few feet away. “How about the truth?” she said softly. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’m thinking… I’m thinking I want to fuck you again,” I admitted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

Her eyes widened slightly, and for a second, I thought I’d fucked up. But then she smirked again, slow and knowing, like she’d been waiting for me to say it. “Good,” she said, taking a step closer. “Because I was thinking the same thing.”

My heart skipped a beat as she reached out and ran a finger down my chest, her touch light but electric. “But…” she added, pulling her hand away before I could react, “…not yet.”

I groaned, my cock throbbing with frustration. “Anna…”

She laughed softly, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. “What’s the matter, Kevin? Can’t handle a little teasing?”

“You’re killing me,” I muttered, leaning back against the couch and glaring at her.

“Maybe,” she said with a shrug. “But where’s the fun in rushing things?” She turned and walked back toward her room, pausing at the door to glance back at me. "Goodnight."

I watched her go, my body still on fire but with no fucking relief in sight. This woman was going to drive me insane—and somehow, I wasn’t sure if that was

An unexpected encounter between roommates leads to a spontaneous and intense sexual experience. A man is caught masturbating by his roommate who decides to join in, leading to a passionate and rough sexual encounter.

She caught me jerking off and climbed on top

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