Sleepless

Paisley's had a lot of sleepless nights since her best friend, Leon, moved into her apartment. Though they've never been more than friends, she can't deny that she's attracted to him. His face being the one that she sees in every heated fantasy. But Paisley isn't the only one who can't sleep tonight. And a chance moment might change her friendship with Leon forever...

Excerpt:
I sighed as the orgasm faded away and slid my fingers out of my pussy.

It had been too long that I’d been depending on my hand or my shower head to get off. Too long since I’d been fucked by a man.

It was a dry spell that wasn’t entirely my fault.

Damn if I wasn’t still horny.

And I knew it wasn’t just because I had gone so long without a man. A large part of it had to do with the man who had moved into my apartment recently.

My best friend.

Leon.

The one man I should not be lusting after, yet I couldn’t deny that his face and his body had filled my fantasies lately, as I’d worked to get myself off.

It was wrong.

And yet I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

Sighing, I cleaned my fingers off on a towel, then rose and wrapped a robe around my body. Maybe the shower head would work better tonight. I knew there was no way that I would be able to sleep unless I managed to make myself cum again.
Leon’s bedroom door was closed and there was no light coming from there. I assumed he was asleep.

We always left the bathroom light on at night, since he hadn’t been living here long enough to find his way in the dark. So I really didn’t think anything of the lighting as I stumbled into the room.

Leon was there.

Wearing only a towel as he leaned back against the wall.

His hair was dry, so it didn’t look like he had been in the shower yet. His eyes were closed, his bare, powerful chest rising in a quickening rhythm.

And he was stroking the outline of his cock through the towel.

Oh, fuck.

It was one thing to fantasize about him.

This was something so much more.

That bulge in the terry cloth looked huge. I had suspected that he was well-endowed, but the thickness of the shape...

I’d overheard enough from the girls that he’d dated in the past to know that he knew how to use it too. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I knew I should walk away. Should run and hide before he realized that I was here. If he caught me now, I didn’t know if I would be able to explain myself. It would change us forever.

And yet…

My fingers slipped under my robe to find my pussy. Moving in time with the motions of his hand over his cock.