Em POV
I shouldn't do it.
I've been good, only taking the time to whack off when I know for sure I'm alone or if I can get away with taking an extra long shower. I haven't had any time to myself in days, though, and school was just impossible today. It was just like the fantasies I used to have about America before I got here-jocks in football jerseys, cheerleaders wearing their tight little uniforms around school, hot guys and hot girls everywhere I look.
Oh, and Edward.
I can't seem to take my eyes off of his tight, lean body, his sparkling green eyes, or the long fingers I fantasize about ten times a day. After our impromptu guitar lesson, I find myself thinking more and more about another part of his anatomy, too.
He's asleep across the room, breathing rhythmically. I wonder if he would wake up if I just ... if I just touched myself a little. Maybe if I stay under the covers and I keep my hand inside my pajama pants-yes, that should work. It feels awkward and shameful to do this while he's in the room, but I'm definitely excited, too.
I lick my palm a few times, slip it under my waistband, and wrap it around my dick. It's so sensitive from being hard for so long that I shudder and relax my grip before I start stroking it slowly. My body wants me to pull fast and hard, to cum quickly, but I am mindful of the need to be quiet. I listen for any sounds that Edward is awake or aware, but all I hear is his even breathing.
Edward ... just a few feet away. Edward who would look so sexy with his hand wrapped around my cock. Yeah, his hair would fall in his face like it always does, and I could brush it back and look at his face, see his eyes get wide when he feels my cock twitch in his hand. I'm stroking harder now, faster, and I struggle to keep still as my hips ache to move.
I squeeze my eyes closed and picture Edward touching me, maybe leaning down to kiss my neck or my chest. I stop for just a second as I slide my other hand into my pants, aiming to give my balls the little tug I like just before I cum, and then I hear it.
The same sound my ears had become accustomed to, a quiet slip of fabric on fabric. I thought it was just me, but I'm not moving and I'm still hearing the sound. Every muscle in my body is tense now-have I been caught? Is Edward awake? What will he say?
Slowly, quietly, I turn my head. My eyes have been closed, but they are slowly adjusting to the light. My grip on my cock tightens as I start to make sense of what I'm seeing-movement under Edward's sheets, right below his waist. I watch as his back arches and he throws his head back, and that's when I know that he's doing exactly the same thing I am.
