I could always just pick a random place to go for a few days, but I’m not in the mood for that either.
I might as well just head back to school early. I know from experience it’s never a good idea to leave the twins to their owndevices for long, and I’ll just have to deal with whatever messes they make when I get back anyway.
Making up my mind, I glance at the clock next to the bed. My food should be here in about twenty-five minutes, which gives me enough time to take a shower. I already showered before I headed out to handle everything, but the quick rinse and scrub was just enough to make me decent enough to be out in public and did nothing to help strip away the lingering effects of the last twenty-four hours. Hopefully the hot water will help me relax and get rid of the weird unease still hanging over me.
The bathrooms at this hotel are as extra as the rest of the room, and not just because of the peep wall. The massive glass shower with dual rainforest showerheads also has a bench at the back and a steam option to create a sauna of sorts. And the giant soaker tub doubles as a Jacuzzi and is big enough for two. The dual sinks and massive mirror are tucked up against the back wall, and the toilet is in a small closet-like space that keeps it separate from the rest of the bathroom and out of sight from anyone on the other side of the peep wall.
The entire space also has heated floors, heat lamps, two towel warmers, and is made entirely of chrome, glass, and impossibly shiny black tiles with tiny veins of silver running through them. But the most interesting feature has to be the built-in system that lets you choose from an array of lighting and sound options.
After turning on the heated floors, I cycle through the lighting options before settling on the starlight setting. The lights above me dim until they go off, and a strip of light along the joint where the floors meet the walls appears, the soft glow giving off just enough light so you can see where you’re going. While the strip of light is coming on, little pinpricks of light in the ceiling flicker to life and twinkle like tiny stars.
It's about as close to being outside and under the open sky as you can get inside a hotel room bathroom.
The audio options are mostly nature and white noise sounds, and I turn on the Northern Forest setting. Soft sounds of the forest, like wind moving through leaves and the distant gurgling of a brook or stream, are punctuated by random animal noises and other sounds from the woods. It reminds me of those nature relaxation sounds my mother used to play in my room when I was a kid and couldn’t sleep, except this one has the odd wolf howl or loon call that also sounds suspiciously like a wolf, so it’s not quite as relaxing.
Once I’ve got everything set, I strip off my clothes and turn on the water. It only takes a few seconds to get up to the right temperature, and I step under the spray. The sensation of the hot water cascading down on me is soothing and comforting, and I tip my head back to wet my hair.
The combination of the water sluicing over me, nature sounds, and the nearly dark room with twinkling starlight creates a type of sensory overload that helps calm my racing thoughts until my mind is mostly quiet and I finally relax.
I stay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the water and atmosphere, but don’t let myself get lost in the moment so I don’t lose track of time and miss my food delivery.
Just because I can, I turn on the steam option to the lowest setting and watch as a fine mist gathers in the air around me as I pick up the small bottle of body wash I stashed on the ledge when I first checked in. The hotel has a full supply of high-end toiletries available, but I always use my own stuff when I travel.
A long and piercing wolf howl echoes in the bathroom as I squirt some of the body wash into my hand, and I chuckle softly when a group of loons chime in and echo the wolf’s howl.
The first time I heard a loon in person was when I went to a resort in Canada, and I almost shit myself because I thought it was a wolf. The Canadian girl I was in the hot tub with laughed her ass off at my reaction, and that was the night I learned thatloons really do sound like wolves, and that Canadians love it when tourists freak the fuck out at loon calls.
My thoughts wander away from that night, and flashes of memories filter through my mind as I smooth my sudsy hands over my chest and stomach.
A low, masculine chuckle, and a big, strong body against mine. A hard cock digging into my hip, and a hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick. Soft hair sliding through my fingers, and muffled moans that mix with my own soft sighs of pleasure.
Without my permission, my dick thickens and fills as the gentle buzz of arousal surrounds me. Instead of fighting it, I loosely grip my cock. The light touch feels good, and a shiver of desire moves through me as I give myself a few slow strokes.
I don’t remember a lot of what happened at the rave, but the snippets of what went down in the smash room keep coming back to me like a highlights reel, and I speed up my hand as I let myself sink into the pleasure.
Surprisingly, my thoughts don’t shift to one of the countless hookups I’ve had, or the many incredible nights I’ve shared with various women over the years. In fact, they don’t shift at all, and instead of picturing a woman on her knees for me, the image that forms in my mind’s eye is Damon.
Part of me feels like I should be freaked out, but I just roll with it as I stroke my dick hard and fast as I rock my hips and thrust my cock through the circle of my hand.
The Damon in my fantasies is dressed how he was when we were abducted, and his hood is down, so I can’t even pretend like I’m picturing his alter ego. And even though the smash room was dark and there’s no way I know what he looks like with my dick in his mouth, the image of him I’ve conjured up is so damn hot I can feel myself hurtling toward my release with all the speed of a freight train.
I keep working my dick as I picture Damon in front of me, those plush lips wrapped around my length as he moves over me.
I can almost feel the wet heat of his mouth, and my body tightens as fantasy Damon lifts his gaze and looks up at me, his incredible eyes full of heat and vulnerability.
Almost without warning, my orgasm explodes out of me, and I slap my free hand against the tiled wall as I come hard, my knees buckling and my entire body lighting up like a bonfire as I shoot over my hand.
When I can think again, I blink my eyes open and stare into the misty darkness.
What the hell? Reliving memories of getting blown while I jerk off isn’t unusual, but imagining Damon on his knees and picturing what he might have looked like is. And so is coming so hard I nearly fell over at the thought of him looking up at me while doing it.
Shaking my head, I step back under the spray to finish up my shower.
That was weird, but whatever. It’s not like a fantasy about a guy means anything, especially after going through something as traumatic as being abducted with said guy after a drug-induced hookup.
I just need to get some sleep, and everything will go back to normal in the morning.
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