My stomach twisted, heat pooling low and heavy. I didn’t just like it. Icravedit.
My strokes turned desperate, my fist flying over my cock, the sound wet and obscene in the enclosed space. The shower spray hit my face, droplets clinging to my lashes, running down my cheeks like tears.
I could still taste him – the stranger, the mask, the phantom of Lex, even though I had no confirmation that’s was actually him, but imagining that it was my stepbrother, makes the entire interaction way fucking hotter, on my tongue, bitter and sweet all at once. My balls drew up tight, my thighs trembling as I chased the edge. But it wasn’t enough. I neededmore.
With a shuddering breath, I reached for the bottle of lube on the ledge, myfingers fumbling in my haste. The plastic was warm from the steam, the cap popping open with a quiet snap.
I didn’t bother with finesse, squeezing a generous dollop into my palm before slathering it over my cock, the slickness making my strokes even filthier. My other hand groped blindly for the dildo – nine inches of thick, veined pleasure, the one I’d bought after the first time Lex had caught me watching him in the gym shower. The one I’d used ever since, pretending it was him stretching me open.
I didn’t hesitate. I pressed the flared head against my hole, already lubed and ready. The burn was immediate, sharp, but I pushed through it, my breath hitching as the dildo breached me, inch by slow inch.
My cock leaked pre-cum, the tip swollen and dark red, throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
“Lex,” I whimpered, my voice cracking.
“Fuck, Lex, please—”
The dildo seated fully inside me, the base pressing flush against my ass. I groaned, my head falling back against the tile with a dull thud.
My fingers found my nipple, pinching hard, twisting until the pain blurred with pleasure.
The water drummed against my skin, the sound mixing with my ragged breathing, the wet slap of my hand on my cock.
I started to move, shallow thrusts at first, testing the stretch, the fullness. Then harder. Deeper.
“Lex, fuck me harder,” I begged, my voice raw.
My free hand abandoned my nipple, slipping between my legs to tease at my balls, rolling them gently before pressing lower. Two fingers circled my entrance, already stretched obscenely around the dildo. My middle finger pushed in alongside the toy, the burn white-hot, almost unbearable.
“Oh god – fuck –” My cock jerked, a thick rope of pre-cum shooting out, landing on my abs before the water washed it away.
I was losing it. My movements turned frantic, my fingers pistoning in and out of my ass, the dildo hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. The shower wall was the only thing keeping me upright, my muscles trembling, my skin slick with sweat and water.
“Lex, I can’t – I’m gonna –”
My words dissolved into a broken moan as my orgasm crashed into me, my cock pulsing violently in my grip. The first rope of cum hit my chest, thick and white, the next splattering against my lips, salty and bitter on my tongue.
I didn’t stop, my hand a blur over my cock, milking every last drop from myself as my ass clenched around the dildo, myfingers, my entire body locking up as pleasure wrung me out.
“Lex!”
His name tore from my throat, a prayer, a curse. My cum painted the tiles, streaked down my torso, mixed with the water swirling at my feet. My legs gave out my ass hitting the shower floor with a wet slap, the dildo still buried inside me. I panted, my chest heaving, my fingers twitching against the slick tile. The water rained down, washing away the evidence of my sin, but the phantom of his touch lingered.
The phantom of Lex.
I reached up, my hand shaking, and pulled the dildo free with a wet pop. Myhole ached, empty now, but the memory being filled–owned–was burned into my skin. The steam curled around me, thick and suffocating, like fingers tracing my throat, my collarbone, the dip of my waist.
What if ithadbeen him?
The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my cock twitching weakly despite the exhaustion. Lex had always looked at me like he wanted to break me. And god help me, I wanted him to.
I turned my head, pressing my cheek against the tile. The water ran in rivulets down my body, tracing the lines of my abs, the curve of my hip. My hole still throbbed, my cock softening but not quite satisfied. Because no matter how hard I fuckedmyself, no matter how deep I took the toy, it wasn’t him.
What if next time, it will be?
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I’d spent the last forty-eight hours pretending I wasn’t losing my mind.
