She also said she’d run the first chance she got.
Call the boys… hell no.
He cut that thought off as soon as it entered his head. His brothers would laugh themselves stupid if he asked them to find her. There was nothing else for it but to shower and go see if she was still in the complex.
He fisted his hand into his t-shirt at the back of his neck and tugged it over his head before dropping his boxers on top of it. After flipping on the water and giving it a couple of seconds to heat up, he got into the shower and tugged the sliding door shut behind him. Enclosed in the small space, finally the evidence he hoped meant she hadn’t run yet waseverywhere. A bottle of shampoo he didn’t recognize on the shelf.
As the water beat down hot on his shoulders, he plucked up the loofah hanging on the shower arm and brought it to his nose. “Mmh.”
He’d never, ever smell an apple pie again without thinking about her. No wonder she smelled good enough to eat. His cock obviously agreed, as it went from morning wood to rock hard with the first whiff of her body wash. He didn’t remember the last time he’d had a hard-on for this long after waking up.
It’s all her fault.
He glared down at his dick. “Seriously?” he grumbled, flipping the water to ice cold, and braced himself. “See how you like ice, motherfucker.”
If his cock could talk, it would have laughed at him and called him a fool. Thank fuck for small mercies and that couldn’t happen. But then he’d probably be the dude who’d lost his mind and answered it back. He thumped it with his fist and groaned when it throbbed in response. “Behave, damn it.”
Gunnar inhaled through his nose, striving for calm he didn’t really feel. He’d just have to ignore it. It would stop eventually. Hopefully before he went downstairs and caught shit from his brothers. He reached for his own washcloth and soaped it up, fully aware that as he washed himself, he was inching close to where he wanted to touch. He craved the discipline more than he wanted to give into his needs. If he could make himself wait, he knew the orgasm would be so much better. But damn, waiting was killing him. The only thing which would make the agony of waiting all the sweeter was if Jorja was on her knees in front of him.
With that image in his mind’s eye, he washed down his legs and spent way longer on his feet than was necessary,before dragging out rinsing himself off until he couldn’t stand waiting any longer.
Then and only then did he allow himself to imagine how her face would look, peering up at him as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling every line and vein as they pulsed against her palm. God, what would it feel like to have his dick sliding over her tongue? It would spread the lips of her mouth wide. He closed his fingers around his dick and stroked himself from root to tip. The heat as he held his hands steady and rolled his hips, pushing his cock through his closed fist, made his balls ache.
Mmmh, beautiful.
What would it be like to feel her as she sucked on him? Would it vibrate right into his balls, or make him shiver and growl as he cupped her cheek?
Gunnar placed his thumb against the head. Was this what it would feel like to push against the back of her throat? What would happen if he pumped and rolled his hips? Would it bring tears to her eyes? Would she swallow around the head, just as his fingers twisted there?
“Damn. Beautiful, that’s amazing.” He slammed his eyes closed against the reflection he could see in the small mirror which dangled almost in front of his nose. He didn’t need to see the heat and lust in his eyes, he could feel it through every inch of his body.
Such a good girl.
Take me deep.
That’s it.
Mmmh, I fucking love it.
Yesss, let me feel your teeth.
Harder, baby.
I need to feel you.
She’d release his cock, saliva and spit dripping down her chin, and she’d whisper…
God, you are killing me.
The sound of her voice in his head urged him on, and he nudged his cock forward as if offering it to her. He’d tap it against her lips and she’d lick and suck him into her mouth.
Take me deep, baby. As deep as you can.
I need this to be hard and fast.
Can you do that for me?
She would hum around him and nod, opening her mouth wider, hollowing her cheeks to suck hard on his flesh. Her mouth impossibly hot, dragging needy groans from him and answering sighs from her.
