“We’re heading down to the pool for breakfast in twenty. So get your ass up, get changed, and meet us down there. We’ll go over the plan when you get there,” Alex says.
Now, I look up. “What plan?”
Mack chuckles. “Get your ass down to the pool and you’ll find out,” he says, and with that, they leave, chuckling like two mischievous children on Christmas Eve.
When the door shuts, I roll over and groan, and that’s when I see Cam, standing in the bathroom doorway. Shirtless, in nothing but a pair of blue boxer briefs, toothbrush half hanging out of his mouth. His dark hair is a mess again. It looks wet, and the overpowering scent of his body wash fills the room like one of the Abercrombie & Fitch stores.
My cock twitches, reminding me that we’re awake and it’s time to take care of business.
A strange sense of vulnerability overcomes me.
I’ve never jacked off with another person in the same room. I know lots of guys who have, and it’s not really that big of a deal, but suddenly I feel more than self-conscious. Privacy isn’t necessarily a problem, but when I’m by myself… I’m not exactly quiet.
I’m used to not having to keep my feelings to myself.
My cock twitches again in my boxers and I adjust myself with a groan, trying to stifle my damn erection, but I’m painfully hard right now.
Fuck.
Cam slips out of the bathroom as I swiftly maneuver my position so he can’t see me or my stupid morning erection.
“You done in there?” I ask, running a hand through my hair.
“Yeah,” he says as I make a beeline for the bathroom, shutting the door quickly.
I turn on the shower, hoping the sound of the water is enough noise to hide what I’m about to do.
I remove my boxers damn near immediately, my cock springing free with relief. Slipping into the shower, the water feels good. Warm and comforting, and it’s like it helps wash away a bit of my pounding headache.
But the minute I wrap my hand around my cock, the relief is so much better.
I let out a moan, trying my best to keep it as quiet as I can. I brace one hand against the tile, leaning into the spray as I use my other hand to pump myself. Closing my eyes, I purse my lips, tightening my jaw so I can stifle as much of my natural pleasure as I can.
Once I come, I know I’ll feel better.
It doesn’t take much. It never does, first thing in the morning. It’s maintenance, and nothing more. I barely even think when I’m doing it half the time.
Except this morning, of all mornings, my cock doesn’t come right away. Maybe it’s just the fact I’m away from home, maybe it’s the fact that it’s Vegas and sin is practically pumped into the air around here, but the second round is more intense than the first. Once again, it doesn’t take long to build up, and I have to cover my own damn mouth to avoid being loud. Because it feels so fucking good. I’m too wound up. It’s like I’ve been stockpiling this shit for months. Maybe even longer.
“So fucking close,” I hiss to myself as I hit that pinnacle once more, watching as rope after rope of my cum hits the tile wall.
A knock on the door scares me, and I remember all at once I’m not alone.
“You okay in there?” Cam asks, his voice oddly concerned.
Shit! Did he hear me?
Oh, my God—what if he fucking heard me?
“Uh… yeah. Be out in a sex,” I say, realizing my error. “Sec! I mean second! Shit!”
Remorse, shame, and guilt hit me like a ton of bricks. I am an absolute idiot.
Cam laughs on the other side of the door.
“Don’t let me rush you,” he says in that friendly taunting voice that makes me feel fractionally better.
I nod, even though he can’t see me, focusing on cleaning myself. When I get out of the shower, I feel slightly better, but my head is still aching and there’s a sense of anxiety swelling in my stomach.
