With a hiss as I turn my back to the cold water I fist my cock and jerk it roughly. Laney's perfect form and her wide blue eyes settle into my mind. I set a punishing pace as I envision her taking me down her throat.
Hollowed out cheeks.
Watering eyes.
Little trails of saliva falling from her lips.
Fuck.
It's when her hands come up to pinch her pink, pert nipples that my balls tighten and my spine tingles.
Two more tugs are all it takes for me to spill onto the shower floor and my knees quake as I turn again to wash myself off in the water.
Was it over the line to fuck my fist to the image of the woman almost thirteen years my junior who has consumed my thoughts since I first saw her?
Probably.
She's entirely too tempting. And I don't give in to temptation anymore.
This shower jerk was an indulgence I’m unaccustomed to.
When I leave the bathroom in just my towel, Laney is curled up in my bed. The sheets are ruffled and her shirt has ridden up to expose her side and lower back. My fingers twitch with the desire to touch her. To claim her.
This is not good.
I need to get myself focused.
Back on track.
The breakfast I ordered through room service last night will be here any minute. A bowl of oatmeal, two hard boiled eggs, toast, banana, and a carafe of coffee.
I dress, trying to keep my eyes off Laney who is still asleep in my bed. A light knock on the door at 4:44 a.m. causes her to stir and when I wheel in the breakfast cart she’s sitting up in bed.
"Mmm, that smells good." Laney hums as she stretches languidly. My eyes trace her firm abdomen muscles but she lets her shoulders fall and her shirt covers her midriff again. "Morning."
"Good morning." I say quietly because the air in my lungs is gone.
"What time is it?" She asks as she pokes the sleep out of the corner of her eyes.
"Four forty-six." I tell her.
She giggles quietly. "So exact. You couldn't have just said quarter to five?"
"It isn't quarter to five." I reply.
"Got it." She says as she sits up and stretches again. I try to keep my gaze on the food in front of me as I step back into a lunge stretch.
She slips past me in a short white t-shirt and pair of black panties that will haunt my dreams. I blink away from her ass just in time to see her swipe a slice of toast off my tray. She crunches into a bite before she reaches the bathroom.
I had the macros calculated for this meal as best I could with it being made by someone else. Now I'll need to find twelve grams of carbs before my heat at 7:15 a.m.
The men race first today. Elite women start next, then co-ed race heats are divided up by age group. I'm not sure when Laney is supposed to start but she's not on the list of elites so I'm assuming it's later.
I hear the shower turn on and my mind floods with the image of her undressing and stepping under the spray. Of soapy suds catching on her nipples. I fixate on the zig zag pattern in thecarpet to avoid imagining water forming rivulets and trailing between her breasts, or heaven help me, her thighs.
Laney is temptation incarnate and I am not prepared to be tested.
I am here to run a full TitaniumPerson race today. To get the feel for the effort. And after, I plan to push myself to run another half marathon distance.
