There are several embarrassments one could feel in this world and Anna could finger–list a couple of them but never had she thought getting caught by the man while touching herself to the thought of him would top it all.
The liquid heat erased as soon as it came when his eyes fell on her. Her thumb glided off her slippery bud and she jerked a bit at the sweet feel of it. With the position she put herself in, legs parted and knees a little curved, anyone could tell what she was doing under that duvet.
And it didn't help that the duvet had slid down a bit, and was exposing her cleavage, her breast flesh peeking through fingers as she squeezed it. He parted his lips, still looking shocked as she removed her hand from her pussy and covered herself further.
Her face was burning up severely and she quickly looked away from him, not knowing what to do at the moment. If she had been the one to catch him with his cock in his hand, maybe she would have made a joke out of it but Sullivan was a thorough man and maybe a bit shy as well.
She doubted if he would ever be as stupid as her and let himself be caught while stroking his cock. Unless he wanted to.
If only there was a way she could vanish in this moment. Or erase his memory of it completely. He hadn't said a word but the pale expression he had on, the one that was similar to when she had crashed into his building, spoke volumes of how rattled the man was. That too in his house.
She didn't know what he made of the situation. And it wasn't quite plausible at the moment for her to get up from the bed. Given that her lower half was stark naked and ridiculously wet.
"Sorry." He muttered very apologetically about the whole thing. "Continue." He said as he slowly retracted his legs from her room and closed the door. The slow click of it telling her just how awkward it was for him too.
Anna face-palmed herself, her wet fingers staining her eyebrows. She had two options: she could either obey what he said and finish or… that would probably be rude.
She got out of bed and hurriedly put her pants back on, forgetting about the lingerie. Her legs were a bit weak and she was still turned on. She wished to touch herself, get a release out of it but how could she when he had just…
And surely he must know it was him she thought of while she did that. Does that make it worse or good regardless of the feelings he had for her?
She has talked about boundaries yet she has not acted on it and was crossing all sorts of them. She stepped out, the door to his room staring back at her while she wiped her hands against her clothes.
Softly knocking on his door, she didn't hear him speak and face palmed herself again. Had she read his feelings wrong, maybe they were just purely platonic and non sexual and she had gone ahead and sexualised the man.
Maybe he was shrinking back in repulse right now and thinking of the best ways to send her packing.
Sullivan never for once in his entire life—in the entire life he had lived that has Annabelle Harbinger in it—thought that he would ever catch her touching herself.
Especially after he left her heavy with arousal. He didn't need to be told to know she had been thinking of him. And he should be flattered. He is. Very much.
But there was a problem. He was now more turned on than ever. His cock was hard against his pants and he had told himself he wouldn't touch himself with her in the house. Maybe if she was out, he could sniff her and let himself have a good time.
It was more difficult now. Seeing Anna laying in bed, the mental image was imprinted in his head by now. There was no way on earth it could be erased. He doubted if even God could erase it. The little view of her cleavage, the caramel skin of it, the glow of the light against it and her hand that was obviously clutching at her breast under the duvet.
He wondered if she was just rubbing at her pussy or if she was thrusting her finger in. Did he disturb that? He knew he must have. Was she close to the climax of it and he had ruined all that. For some reason he found himself feeling entirely guilty and at fault.
Anna looked like she was on the edge of it with her eyes thrown back. If he hadn't knocked, maybe she wouldn't have known. He couldn't get the thought off his mind as he flattened a hand to his cock feeling it twitch under his palm. He undid his button and reached into his pants, wrapping one hand around the aching length while the other reached for her head band in his pocket.
A knock came on the door then and he snapped his hand off, hurriedly adjusting his pants. Seconds later, he heard it again, the shy knock of Anna's hand.
Taking deep breathes, he calmed his breathing and walked to get the door. There she stood in her pajamas, eyes staring down at the floor. Her nipples were poking and he wondered if she had taken off the bandage used to protect her back.
"Mr Sullivan…" she stepped in and closed the door behind her, the click of it making him jump.
They were alone. In his room. And it's barely a few minutes past three in the morning. Why did he even think it was a good idea to live with Anna? Perhaps he had overestimated his self restraint a lot.
She wasn't looking at him but he was staring at her, the scent oozing from her was literally driving him mad. She smelled of her arousal and something else. Something he was sniffing for the first time. Is that what her pussy juice smelled like?
Had she put her fingers in her pussy? Had she rubbed her clit and thought of him? Of his cock? Of his body over hers?
"I am sorry." Anna apologised and he was surprised.
"No. You…" he cleared his raspy voice and took a small step back when she looked at him, all shades of dark misty, innocent eyes calling him to put his mouth to her body and know what she tastes like. "...you don't have to. It's normal. I shouldn't have barged in."
Anna kept her hand behind her and leaned on her right leg, the messy fluid between her legs staining her pajamas. "Well…I…I just wanted you to know that…I am sorry."
"Because you were thinking of me?" He blurted and she looked away fluttering her lashes.
She inhaled deeply before saying. "I am a woman with needs and I know it's wrong. I..I just shouldn't have thought of you in that…"
"Did you finish?"
"What?"
He looked at her. His eyes taking in her slightly reddened lips, the hardness of her nipples, down to the space between her legs. Anna felt goosebumps rise on her hands and she shrunk into herself, subconsciously placing a hand over her pussy as if he was watching her naked.
"Did you…" she knew what he meant. "...did you finish or did I interrupt that?"
Anna curled her toes and placed her hands to her waist, her pussy aching with the need to be touched. "Of course I didn't."
"Next time, I won't come into your room without you asking me to." He told her and she let her eyes fall to his crotch.
The one that looked heavier than before. The one she had been avoiding looking at. Maybe it was the after ten effect or the fact that they obviously had unreleased tension between them, but there was a huge banner of audacity and boldness in the air.
In that moment, she was willing to know just how far she could push him. Just how far he could hide behind that introverted and gentle persona. What kind of lover is he?
Is he as gentle as he acts or were her thoughts right and he was the type that was feral and vicious in bed?
"I should be asking you for compensation." She said and he looked at her, their eyes speaking silent words.
"For?" Sullivan let his mind fall to the hands by her side the one gently tapping at her thighs before he dragged it up to her crotch, to her chest, her tear drop breasts, he could almost feel the softness of it, before he finally brings it back to that lovely face that now wore a wicked gleam.
"For my orgasm." His face paled when he realised what she meant and Anna stepped forward as Sullivan took a careful one back. "Shouldn't you make sure I finish since it's your fault I didn't?"