A mindless hum drifted from her bedroom. The sound crawled inside my ears and vibrated through my head to skitter along my bones. Craving strummed a devious note. It felt as if snakes writhed beneath my skin. My periphery blackened as I spiraled into an almost animalistic state that tugged me deeper into its shadowy side.
I was only distantly aware of the low growl that rumbled from my throat.
I wanted to pounce and claim her. Flip her over and push that beautiful body into the mattress beneath me, bend her to my will.
Instead, I mentally slapped myself hard. The surrounding room grew brighter with self-awareness.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!
I needed to get the hells away from her.
Cracking my neck, I stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. No amount of pacing or running through the complexities of my mother and Nelle’s circumstances could take the crazed edge off. Nor soften my cock. It ached like a motherfucker, and there was no way I could go anywhere, certainly not meet with my brothers, until I’d dealt with it.
And by dealt with it, I meant jerk off.
So once again, here I was in the bathroom, fucking my fist.
Scalding water rained down from the ceiling. My fist moved up and down, buffeting the steam aside as it whorled like mist. My entire body felt like it was on a knife’s edge. The best kind ofrelentless torture, achingly sweet and desperate. But the worst kind of torment too, because Nelle didn’t want me like I wanted her.
I wanted to kiss her and kiss her every-fucking-where. Mark her body with my lips and teeth, bruise her honeyed skin, so everyone would know she belonged to me. And while I was eager to grind up against that hot-as-hells body, Nelle hungered to incinerate me with wyrmfire, kick back and smoke a cigar as she toasted marshmallows over my charred remains.
Completely understandable.
I pressed my palm across the cool tile of the shower wall. The constant stream of water beat against my body, fogging my thoughts and loosening muscles pulled taut as a drum skin.
Apart from my cock. It ached so fucking bad.
I wished it were Nelle’s slender fingers fisting my cock, stroking up and down, pumping slow, then fast.
Thick clouds of steam made the world around me hazy and painted it with a dreamlike quality, making it so much easier to disappear inside my head and fantasize about what it could be like between us.
It was easy to imagine a shocked gasp.
The sound cut through the noise of falling water. My entire body locked rigid, but I didn’t let go of my cock, my fingers still moving of their own accord. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop.
A sultry voice flowed over my skin and raised goosebumps. “Yes, like that, keep going…lower…slower…”
In my imagination, I half-twisted around. Droplets of water caught on my lashes, and I rapidly blinked to squint through the shimmer of moisture that blurred my vision.
When my sight readjusted, I met eyes bright with exhilaration.
I knew she was a dream, an elaborate fantasy spun by my mind. I could bend her to my will and change her responses at my whim. But I didn’t want to. I wanted her just as real as shewas in life. Spirited and full of fire. Simmering with resentment. Desperate to ignore the longing that shadowed the dislike.
A curl of derision twisted Nelle’s lush lips. Fierce denial smoldered in the rich depths of her expression, which melted away slowly like morning sunshine greeting frost when her silken gaze poured down my chest. Her lust was almost tangible, ghostly fingertips stroking over the ripples of my abdomen, along the sharp cut of my hip, to the dusting of wet dark hair plastered to my lower stomach, and down lower to glide over my cock. It pulsed and flexed against my clenched fingers, desperate to be inside her. And when her glance brushed over its smooth crown, its desire for her made it weep and me groan, gruff and greedy.
Nelle stepped closer. “Maybe, Crowther, you hoped I’d find you here, catch you doing this, and find myself unable to resist touching you.”
Yes, fuck, yes…
She made a sound in her throat, one of thoughtful consideration before angling her chin to the bathroom door. “You should have locked the door behind you if you didn’t want me to come in… Or did you leave it open on purpose?”
Maybe I wanted to get caught out.
Maybe I wished she’d step inside the bathroom.
Maybe I’m all kinds of fucked up since I’m imagining this all in my head.
She isn’t real…
