Spill your guts, drink your guts (1)

TRISTAN

I froze with my hand still holding my cock, my mind not quite processing that I should tuck it back into my pajama pants at the very least. She had already seen everything. There wasn't much I could do, was there? It wouldn't change what she had just seen and heard. I'm pretty sure she heard me growl out her name as I shot my load.

What exactly would I say? 'Hey, sorry I was gawking at your body earlier. It gave me quite the imagination to use as material. In case you heard me groan your name when I came, sorry for that too.'

That probably wouldn't go over well.

I should be ashamed, but I wasn't. I raised a brow at her. "Enjoying the show?"

She remained silent. She didn't bolt away and scribble a resignation letter to throw at me like I thought she would, so that was a good sign. I should have left it at that but my cock had other ideas. It didn't matter that I had just come a few moments ago. I was already hard and throbbing with need.