Waiting On You [18+]

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Stepping under the water flowing out of the shower, Theo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

His dick stood up at full attention, taunting him for being so weak when it came to Naomi. The mere thought of just her made him hard.

And now that picture wasn't helping.

He tried to get it to go down, but it just wouldn't. He needed a release.

Fuck it, he was going to have to wank himself off.

Naomi smirked at the 'Read At 4:37PM' message under what she sent to Theo. She had got the text from Tiana, the moment the boys had won and she sent the picture. She did say she was going to treat him, but she wanted to know what he was thinking now.

She had noticed the grey bubble with three dots, showing her he was typing come up briefly, but they quickly disappeared and she hadn't heard from Theo since. She kind of expected him to FaceTime her and groan in frustration, causing her to laugh at him, at how evil she was for doing that, but nothing. She got nothing. She pouted at his lack of response.

So this is why, she was currently walking up the stairs of Theo's balcony to go to his room and wait for him to come back from the match, from celebrating with the boys.

Well she was, until she heard the shower water running. He was already back. That was fast.

She couldn't help but be drawn in. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see his body.

As she pushed the bathroom door open and saw his figure through the fogged glass of the shower, she couldn't help but bite her lip at his hand pressed against the glass, holding himself steady, as his head was thrown back, letting out moan after moan, as his hand continuously stroked his member.

"Fuck Naomi" he moaned

That's all she needed to hear, as she stripped out of her clothes and opened the shower door.

There was Theo, with his eyes screwed shut, chest heaving up and down as low moans escaped his parted lips as he whispered her name once again.

"You need any help?"

His eyes snapped open.

The water still running as he let it cascade down his neck and sculpt out the rest of his body.

It was the only thing that could be heard despite the loudness of their lust surrounding the two of them as they both stood there, naked, wanting each other.

He saw how her body looked just as good, no, actually better than it did in the picture. How a smile adorned her face at the sight of him like this. How she didn't bother to cover up at his intense stare. How she attempted to squeeze her thighs together discreetly at the sound of him moaning her name, but not enough for him not to notice her crossing one leg over the other as she stood in the doorway of the shower.

She watched as a single droplet of water from his hair dripped onto his body and trailed down, all the way to where his hand lay.

She licked her lips staring at him.

Neither of them spoke.

She couldn't help it but a slight moan like sigh leave her lips, knowing he was thinking about her, hard for her. Seeing him so needy for her.

She slowly walked towards him and got onto her knees.

"Fuck" he hissed as her hand wrapped around him.

He had to be dreaming, right?

There was no way Naomi was here, on her knees, looking up at him as she held his dick in her hand.