Was it a stranger? Someone she knew? Him? His head between her legs, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy as she ground her clit against his mouth, her fingers gripping his hair and holding him in place until she got exactly what she wanted?

Would she be quiet, only moans and panting? Would she have a dirty mouth that detailed all of the things she wanted him to do, all of the things she’d do to him? Would she yell out as she came, her plushy thighs tightening against the sides of his head as he tongued her to another orgasm and another after that until she was limp with pleasure?

His hand was around his rock-hard dick tenting his sweatpants before he even realized it.

Breathing hard, he barely managed to stop himself from stroking his cock to the sound of Chelle getting off.

He needed to turn around, go back in his room, and close the door. Then he’d get in bed, close his eyes, and stare at the back of his eyelids for the better part of eternity until dawn came. That’s what he should do, right? It seemed like it, but instead, here he was still standing here holding onto the doorframe above his head like it would anchor him to the spot and keep him from stalking down the hallway to her room. He hadn’t been invited. She probably didn’t even realize he could hear her. If the dogs hadn’t done the whole escape artist thing, he doubted he would have woken up and realized what was going on.

So get back in your room, asshole.

He would if he could, but he couldn’t get his body to listen to what he knew was the right thing.

He had no idea how it could get worse, then he heard her sharp inhale a second before she let out a groan that had the tip of his dick slick and his balls tightening up.

Teeth clamped tight and his grip on the doorframe hard enough to leave finger dents, he was still trying to catch his breath and not come in his pants a few seconds, minutes, years later when Chelle let out a satisfied moan and the buzzing stopped. Nash was still being flooded with images of what her O face was like when she muttered “shit” and her door opened the rest of the way.

He froze in his open doorway.