Or would she have leaned in?
My hand moves faster, my balls tightening with the adrenaline, the water cascading over me, and the fantasy shifts, sharpens. I see her in my mind—not on the couch anymore but here, in this shower, pressed up against the tile with water streaming over both of us. Her eyes locked on mine, wide and wanting. Her hands slide up my chest, her aqua-painted nails drag lightly over my skin.
I groan, low and rough, the sound swallowed by the spray. My free hand presses harder against the wall, my muscles tensing in my arm as I brace myself. The image won’t let go now—Alex beneath me, above me, wrapped around me. The way she’d taste, the sounds she’d make, the way she’d feel.
What would it be like to peel that skirt down her legs, to trace the lines of her tattoo with my tongue, to hear her gasp my name when I—
“Fuck,” I mutter, my hand moving with more urgency now, my whole body taut and trembling. The water beats down relentlessly, the heat almost unbearable, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop.
The water slaps the tiles around me, masking the ragged sound of my breathing. My other hand fists against the wall as I move faster, chasing the high, desperate to find some kind of relief from the tension that’s been building for days.
In my mind, Alex arches beneath me, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. Her voice in my ear, breathy and wrecked, “Don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop.”
The thought, the vivid, visceral image of Alex coming undone because of me, pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck… Alex.”
A tingle ripples down my spine, and my legs instantly begin to shake. My breathing quickens as my pulse skyrockets. I pull harder on my cock, begging for that epic release I have needed since our text exchange—hell, since I fucking met her.My skin prickles in goose bumps, my balls pull up, that adrenaline surge ripples through me as I slam my fist into the tiles with a strangled groan, my muscles seizing when cum erupts from me, with such force that it knocks the wind from me. My climax hits hard and sudden, ripping through me with an intensity that steals my breath. I let out a guttural moan as I collapse forward, forehead pressed to the tile, trying like hell to catch my ragged breaths.
My vision whites out, my knees nearly buckle, and I have to brace both hands against the wall to keep myself upright. Wave after wave crashes over me, and all I can see, all I can feel, isher.
“Alex. Jesus Christ. Alex.”I growl.
I stay like this for a long moment, forehead pressed against the cool tile, chest heaving, water still streaming over my back. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat, my fingertips, numb.
Slowly, reality starts to seep back in. The hum of the water. The steam fogging up the glass. The slight ache in my arm from bracing myself.
And then, the guilt.
I straighten, running a hand over my face, water dripping from my hair. I stare at the drain, watching the water spiral down along with my cum, and try to make sense of what just happened.
I’m supposed to be excited about Jaci.
She’s smart, beautiful, into me. We have a date planned. A hotel room, for fuck’s sake!
But I just came thinking about Alex.
Alex who is my friend. Alex, who works for my brother. Alex, who trusts me enough to fall asleep on my shoulder but probably has no idea I’m standing here, post-orgasm and completely fucked in the head because of her.
“Shit,” I mutter, turning off the water with more force than necessary.
I grab a towel, roughly drying off, my mind still spinning. This was supposed to clear my head. Get her out of my system. Make things easier.
Instead, it made everything infinitely more complicated.
Because now I know. Now I can’t unknow it.
I want her.
Not just as a friend. Not just as someone fun to hang out with.
I want her.
And I have absolutely no idea what the hell I’m supposed to do about that.
I don’t spend much longer in the shower, just enough to clean myself and wash my hair, then I hop out, grab a towel, run it over my body, and wrap it around my waist. Hesitantly, I pick up my cell, checking for another message from Alex. It’s a GIPHY ofHomer Simpsonin the shower.
I laugh and type back quickly.
