My cock grows hard thinking of her this morning, and I touch myself, stroking the length of it as I imagine things going differently. I imagine placing my hands on the soft skin of her hips and her turning to look at me. I’d pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I sat her on the countertop and kissed her. I stroke my cock, picturing how she would taste, how she would moan and writhe under my touch as I tease her pert nipples and stroke her clit. I picture how tight and wet she’d be as I thrust my cock inside her, how she’d cling to me, her nails drawing red lines down my back. I’d encircle her slender wrists in one hand, capturing her, and I fuck her harder, holding them above her head.
In an instant, my mind goes to the darker places of my sexual preferences, and now we’re no longer in the kitchen. Instead, Naomi is tied to my bed, fully naked and ready to be devoured. I picture the goosebumps that would dot her skin as she anticipated my next move, her eyes blindfolded, relying on her other senses. I imagine the moans she’d make as I’d taste her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm before pulling away, teasing her, taking my time.
I stroke my cock faster, the water trickling down my face and chest, the muscles in my abs tense as the climax builds inme. My cock is so hard it hurts, and I know it’s going to be over soon. Just the thought of being with Naomi is enough to make me cum hard and fast. Now she’s in the shower with me, her hand taking over in sure, firm strokes. As I shudder and cum, I picture how perfect Naomi would look with my seed spurting over her, covering her face and breasts. My mind veers toward imagining what it would be like to fuck her alongside Gage and Ace, and my cock twitches, growing hard again.
With a groan, I turn the shower to cold, banishing the thoughts from my mind under the cold stream of water. When I finally emerge a few minutes later, feeling frustrated but no longer like I can’t trust my own thoughts, I wrap a towel around my waist and stroll into my bedroom, still dripping. There’s a knock at my door, and I open it without thinking, assuming it’s one of the guys.
Of course, as luck would have it, just as I’m managing to deal with my lustful thoughts about her, I open the door to see Naomi standing there. She’s looking ravishing in those sexy leather pants and a cropped t-shirt that reveals the flash of midriff that just starred in my fantasy. My cock stirs to life again, and I will it to stay still. Naomi’s eyes open wider, her mouth popping into a perfect oval before closing again as she notices my state of undress. A blush creeps up her neck, and I feel a smug sense of satisfaction at the way her pupils widen, and her breath catches. I work out, and I’m proud of my physique. I know a lot of women find me attractive, but I didn’t think Naomi did. I’m glad to see that I at least have some effect on her.
Since she seems rendered speechless, I decide to speak first. “Can I help you, Naomi?”
Her eyes snap from my towel to my face. “I uh… yes, um… the guys and I are just having some drinks downstairs, and we’re gonna order pizza in if you want to join?”
Is it just my imagination, or does she sound hopeful? “Sure, I’d love to.” When she makes no move to leave, still entranced and uncertain, I add, “Just gimme a sec to get dressed, and I’ll be right down.”
“Right, yes, of course,” Naomi squeaks, her words tumbling out. She turns abruptly and practically runs down the stairs.
I can only assume this is Gage’s idea, a way for us to bond and for Naomi to feel less like a prisoner or guest and more like one of us. I’ve no idea how he convinced Ace, but I’m glad he did. If we can’t go out, then this is the next best thing. And as much as I realize I should avoid Naomi to keep my feelings from developing, I hunger to know more about her, to be within her orbit.
By the time I arrive downstairs, the group is in a heated discussion over what pizza to order. By the looks of it, they’ve already drunk a few beers. Unsurprisingly, Naomi and Ace disagree on what to order.
“Oh, of course, you’re a meat feast guy. Me man, me want meat,” Naomi taunts, doing a caveman impression and beating her chest.
“A pizza needs some meat, Miss Veggie Supreme,” Ace grumbles.
“Fine, but then I’d prefer a barbecue chicken or a pepperoni. Too many toppings make it sloppy.”
“What about a Hawaiian?” Gage optimistically suggests.
Both Ace and Naomi reply, “Ew, no!” at the same time, which makes them laugh and pops the tension like a balloon.
“At least we finally agree on something. Hawaiian pizza is gross,” Naomi grins.
“Hey!” Gage says, mock offended. “You wound me!” he says, clutching his heart.
I can’t help but smile, enjoying the easy camaraderie of the room. “Hand me a beer, will you, Ace?” I ask as he’s nearest to the fridge. He tosses one over, and I twist the top off and take a large swig, enjoying that first refreshing taste.
“What pizza do you like, Cash?” Naomi asks tentatively, tucking her hair behind her ear and clutching her beer to her chest.
“Anything spicy or with anchovies,” Gage replies for me. “So you’ve not got back-up there, Naomi. The great pizza debate has been raging in this house for years.”
Naomi laughs, the sound is welcome, and I feel bad I haven’t heard it more often. “Well then, how do you normally decide what to get?”
“You don’t want to know,” I chuckle.
Naomi’s eyes light up, and I wonder what wicked things she’s imagining. “Oh yes, I do.”
“We wrestle, in our underwear,” I tell her. From the expression on her face, I can tell she believes me, and she’s excited by the idea.
“You’re kidding me,” she says. The others’ guffaws give it away, and she lightly taps me on the arm. “You asshole, I believed you for a moment there!”
I smile back at her, holding my hands up in surrender. “It was too easy.”
“In all honesty, we usually just draw straws, take turns to decide, or play rock, paper, scissors. Though if Ace is being particularly stubborn, sometimes we race for it.”
“I usually win,” Ace says smugly.
Naomi rolls her eyes. “Well, what do we do now?”
