Almost.
Nothing could truly come close to the way Lumen’s hands had made me feel, but at least it could help a bit.
I closed my eyes and let the heat wash over me, moving over my scalp and down my face and chest. I’d taken my fair share of cold showers over the years, including last night, but tonight, I didn’t want to chase away the heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I didn’t date for a long list of reasons – the most important of which was sleeping across the hall – but I wasn’t exactly without female companionship. When I needed release, it was easy enough to find. The way Song had thrown herself at me was proof of that, even if Lumen’s rejection had been a cold bit of reality.
Most of the time, though, finding a woman wasn’t worth the trouble. Not when my imagination and my hand could make due. And considering the gorgeous woman I’d met yesterday, coming up with a fantasy shouldn’t be an issue.
Hair the thick, rich color of honey…dammit. No. Wrong gorgeous woman. I needed to think about the one who’d been eager to come to bed with me.
Dark waves, olive skin. Her hands running over me as I lathered up the cedarwood-scented soap my little sister Maggie had given me for my birthday.
Stronger hands. That perfect pressure. I couldn’t believe how good that massage had felt. How good it would have felt to have those strong fingers wrap around my cock…
No. I had to forget her. No use fantasizing about someone who wasn’t interested in me that way.
Song had been interested.
Song. Naked. In the shower with me. Offering to fulfill every promise her sultry looks and roaming foot had promised. I closed my eyes and pictured her in front of me. Kneeling, looking up at me. Running her hands up my thighs, inching toward my heavy testicles. What would she say? On second thought, I didn’t want her to say anything…I just needed her to touch me. Long thin fingers with garish fake nails…
No.
Strong fingers. Clean, simple nails…Lumen’s hands.
Lumen in the shower with me. Water darkening her hair even as it plastered it to her body. Slick, wet skin. Deep azure eyes locking with mine as she cupped my sack. Fuck. I was getting harder by the second. Hand moving up over my shaft as it swelled.
But it wasn’t only her touch that had turned me on.
Her voice. Sweet and cheerful. No forced cutesiness. Honey, like her hair. What was it she’d said?
She’d smiled and asked, “Comfortable?”
Fingers slid up my shaft, the hand twisting at the head to swipe a thumb across the tip, slicking away a drop of pre-cum.
Yes…
Drops of water beaded on her skin, on her lips. I licked them off, teased the seam of her mouth with my tongue, waited for her to open. Explore her mouth as she fisted my cock faster, tightened her grip.
I groaned, the sound echoing off the stone walls. What sorts of sounds would she make when I rolled her nipple between my fingers? Would she want me to be gentle, flick my tongue over the wrinkled little bud? Or rough, tugging and twisting? Would she beg me to use my teeth on her?
My balls drew up tight at the thought of having her writhing beneath me, fair skin marked by my mouth and teeth.
I covered her hand with mine, stroking faster and faster until I exploded, my cum painting her skin even as she leaned forward to lick…
I shook my head, ridding myself of where my mind wanted to take me next. If this had been real, I knew exactly what my next step would have been. Taking her to my bed, spreading her legs and going down on her until she screamed. Sinking inside her, driving us both over the edge until we lost ourselves in each other…
And I’d never see her again.
Seven
Lumen
“Guess what day it is!”Mai called out as she entered the apartment.
I was sitting on the living room sofa – on the end opposite from where I’d caught Mai and Hob having sex – working on my upcoming lesson plans when her sing-song voice carried into the living room. School didn’t start until the Tuesday after Labor Day, but in two days, I would officially walk into a school building as a teacher. Not a student teacher. Not a classroom assistant. An actual teacher.
I was trying to ignore how nervous I was about it.
