We were on each other’s team, and today proved that more than ever. Noelle was done giving a fuck about what people said to her, a point I had already hit. I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped into the hot spray, the water easing my muscles as soon as it hit my skin. Being around Noelle when I wanted to do nothing but devour her caused me so much anxiety. It literally pained me to be within touching distance of her and not be able to do a damn thing to ease myself.
I couldn’t touch her, kiss her, or even look at her without the need to take her and claim her as my own, and I fucking would. I might be a bad man, I might fight and hurt people, but I would never do anything to hurt her. I would never betray her or talk down to her the way that others have.
I gripped my cock in my hand, leaning my head against the tile wall of the shower stroking myself rigorously to the mental image of Noelle in nothing but her pink bra and panties.
“Do you want this cock, baby?” My voice cracked, and desire dripped from my words. Her eyes looked deeply into mine with uncertainty. God, she was so fucking fragile and precious. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. She was like the moon, parts of her were always staying hidden.
The scene played out before my eyes, my mind the canvas that it was playing upon. I was painting a vivid dream that would never take place.
Noelle’s body was laid out on top of my sheets. Her naked body glimmered in the light as beads of sweat started to form on her chest and roll down her body. I wanted to lick them away, and nibble on that plump bottom lip of hers. My finger gliding from the tip of her collar bone down her sweet, perfect torso until landing right above her mound. Would she let me fuck her raw? Like I wanted? Would she be able to handle the dark and dirty that I was?
I pumped harder into my hand, my pace and grip almost painful. The hot water sprayed against my back, adding to the pleasure that was tingling throughout my body. Every single stroke pushed me closer to the edge, every image of Noelle flashing before my eyes made my cock harder— forcing my cock into a relentless battle. Oh how I wanted to come, but at the same time didn’t because when I did that meant the dream and images of Noelle letting me fuck her were gone.
“Fuck!” I gritted out, cum spurting from deep within me. My belly coiled, and then exploded as another hot spurt released against the wall. My toes dug into the tile floor, and I leaned my whole body against the wall the pleasure overtaking me for a second. I’ve never come so hard over just the image of a girl.
She’s not just a girl.
My body reminded me of that just now. Noelle owned me in the worst way. I masturbated like a thirteen-year-old boy just hitting puberty instead of the experienced player that I was. She owned me in a way that was terrifying. I didn’t understand how she weaseled her way under my skin, but I was starting to realize that the feelings I was having weren’t just going to go away.
Sometimes home has a heartbeat, and Noelle was my home.
My heartbeat. My all.
I finished my shower, washing my body from head to toe, then rinsing the sins of what I had just done away. As soon as I finished, I stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around my waist.
I was a fucking mess. I was wound tighter than a spring. Each day that passed put the spring that much closer to exploding. The thoughts refused to go away. I couldn’t get the images of her out of my head even as I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. My body tensed as soon as I saw her sitting there on the edge of my bed. Didn’t she realize how perfect it was for her to be on my bed? Especially after what I just pictured. It would have been so much better if she had really been in it.
“Ummm…” She looked up at me and then covered her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry…” The apology came from out of nowhere, and I of course smirked pulling my towel away from my body. I had nothing to hide from her. In fact, I wanted her to see me, all of me.
“Don’t be sorry, I don’t have shit to hide and it’s not like you haven’t seen me in all my glory already,” I commented, watching her face, which was still covered; except now I noticed she had parted her fingers slightly, making me think maybe she did want a glimpse. I could see the bright red blush peeking out from where her hands covered her eyes. She was so na?ve; so pure it was painful.
“I… I didn’t know you were showering and I just came in to talk to you about what happened in the car, and oh my god, you just pulled the towel off.” The words rushed from her mouth, and I snickered out loud.
“What about what happened in the car?” I pulled out a pair of shorts, slipping them on so that she could uncover her face. One of these days very soon she would have to get used to seeing my cock out in the open because it would be more than just sitting here idly, doing nothing. Eventually it would be throbbing deep inside of her.