Her eyes pop open as soon as she’s horizontal, and she starts to say something. “Shh,” I whisper. We weren’t at the party very long, but it’s after midnight and I don’t want anyone to come rushing in here because she’s freaking out, so I try to soothe her back to sleep. It only takes a few minutes before she’s softly snoring, so I remove her sneakers and tuck my sheets around her. I feel a little bad leaving her to sleep fully dressed, but there is no way I’m taking even one piece of clothing off of her. If I do, God only knows what she’ll have to say about it tomorrow. I don’t want to deal with that.

I move over to my dresser as quietly as I can and pull out a pair of sweatpants. If I’m spending the night on the couch, I’m not doing it in jeans. Thanks, but no thanks. I use the bathroom in my room as quickly as I can, leaving the light on and the door cracked. The only thing left to do is grab one of the pillows from my bed because there’s a blanket on the back of the couch. It won’t be the first time I’ve spent the night there, but it is the first time I’ve slept on the couch while a girl was in my bed.

The couch is comfy, and long—a good thing considering I’m a few inches over six feet. Once I’m comfortable, I figure I’ll fall asleep immediately, but I don’t. I start to drift off thinking of things I can say and do to get Kat riled up. I can’t deny that pissing her off is one of the best parts of my day. In fact, when she’s not around for a few days, I miss her … but only because she’s not here to spar with. Not for any other reason.

Just as I’m nodding off, I hear a noise. I jerk awake and listen for it to come again. I don’t have to listen long. Only a few minutes pass before it happens again. It’s a soft moan, the type a girl would make when she’s touched in a way she likes. I wonder briefly if Max has his booty call—or whatever she is—over, but then I realize the sound is coming from my room … not his.

Fuck me. Are you kidding me? What the hell is she doing in there? Unable to stay still, I walk quietly over to my door and press my ear against it like the creeper I’m being. The rustle of sheets is all I hear at first, then a loud sigh comes through the thin door. The sound goes straight to my dick and now I wish I hadn’t changed out of my jeans. Sweatpants leave no way to hide my sudden erection.

I listen at the door for I don’t even know how long when a whimpered, “Please,” comes out of her mouth. It’s all I can do not to open the door and make whatever she’s dreaming about a reality. My cock is hard as steel and when she whimpers again, it jerks, wanting me to do exactly that. I reach down and grip it hard through my sweats, trying to keep it in check, but her continued noises make that a lost cause.

Then, her soft voice whispers, “Yes,” and I squeeze harder. Looking around the room quickly, I can see that both Emmett and Max’s doors are closed. It’s late enough that neither should be coming out. They’re probably asleep, and that’s a damn good thing. I don’t want either of them to hear what I’m hearing, or intrude on this moment. Once I’m sure it’s safe, I grip the back of my shirt with one hand and yank it off. Then, I push my pants down far enough so I grip my cock with my right hand. The head is already slick with pre-cum and I can’t believe just how close I am. Kat continues to mumble, but her words are now incoherent.

I use the slick liquid to stroke myself, biting my bottom lip to try to keep my own moans silent. I don’t want anything to startle Kat or alert anyone else to what’s going on here in front of my bedroom door. Kat’s moans grow in intensity and I can tell she’s getting close. Her voice is higher, the moans more breathy than before.

I stroke faster, using my other hand to squeeze my balls. They’re pulled up tight against my body, and the pressure of my hand brings me that much closer to the edge, especially since I’m imagining in my head that it’s hers. I imagine Kat on her knees, her tongue sliding around the head of my cock instead of my hand, lapping up the pre-cum each stroke produces. She closes her eyes at the taste, and takes me deep. I can almost feel the heat of her mouth closing over me, sucking me hard and doing her damnedest to make me come.

I’m so close, my orgasm boiling at the base of my spine, when I hear Kat sigh, “Oh Clay.”

Knowing she’s thinking or dreaming about me tips me over the edge and I mutter, “Fuck yes,” as I aim my dick at the floor where I threw my shirt. My dick pulses over and over, the orgasm going on longer than any other solo session I can remember, although granted, my brain isn’t capable of much thought at all. I pull my sweats back up, just in case I was louder than I thought and someone comes out to investigate, then grab my soiled shirt off the floor.

I didn’t think this through very well, because now I’m going to have to either throw away the shirt or open my door enough to toss it beside the dresser. I’m not sure which is the better option, but I do like this shirt. It’s a tight enough fit girls like to look at me when I’m wearing it. Standing just outside the door, I waffle back and forth for a minute before deciding, screw it.

All is silent in my room, and if her orgasm was half as strong as mine, she’s probably fast asleep. I push the door open slowly, listening for any protest, but there’s nothing. As soon as it’s open enough to put my hand in, I reach in and drop the shirt. I’ll just have to remember to get it before I wake her up tomorrow and toss it in the hamper, along with a few other things since I’m pretty sure it’s empty.

Pulling the door shut, I turn to walk back to the couch, shirtless. I settle back against the cushions, the sounds she was making playing on a continuous loop in my head. I wanted nothing more than to join her in my room, but I know sleeping with her wouldn’t be a good idea, no matter how much I fucking loved the sounds she made. I can already see her under me, her hair spread out against my pillows and her eyes half-mast in arousal. I know her breasts will be tipped with light pink nipples, the same color as her lips. Her skin is probably soft and smooth—I have got to stop thinking about her or I’m going to be tugging another one out before I go to bed.

Needed to get my mind off her, I turn on the TV and the Xbox. A little Grand Theft Auto should banish any and all thoughts of Kat being naked in my bed. Fuck.