“I’m sorry, Sevyn.” I apologized as my chest heaved up and down, and I wished that my erection would subside as well.
“No. It wasn’t you. I was the one who came and invaded your shower and took advantage of you.”
I sloped my head to the right and stared at her in disbelief. “You didn’t hardly take advantage of me.”
“It could be done, you know. I might only be five-four to your what?”
“Six-one,” I replied.
“Right,” she stated, bobbing her head. “But it doesn’t mean that I cannot take advantage of you. Women do, you know.”
“I know they do, but this ain’t that,” I replied, pointing between us.
She bit her bottom lip and apologized. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I replied, brushing my lips against hers softly before I pulled back.
She was dripping from head to toe in water from my shower. I didn’t regret it though. Not at the moment anyway.
“Get your little hot ass out of here before you make me break every vow that I’ve made to myself and that badge in there.”
She giggled, stumbled out of the shower, and made her way to the bathroom door. I noticed something though. She didn’t have her cane with her like she usually did.
“You’re going to be sick if you don’t get out of those wet clothes,” I scolded when she hesitated on her way out the door to look back at me.
She backed the rest of the way out and closed the door behind herself. I resumed the position I had earlier when she found me. With my head resting on my forearm and my forearm pressed against the shower wall, I recalled different memories.
These were memories of Sevyn wrapped around me only moments before. Memories of how her small breasts felt pressed against my chest as her nipples grew hard and poked through the soft fabric of the cotton tank top. Memories of how hot her pussy felt pressed against me, and how she softly grinded into me as we kissed.
I wrapped my hand around my thick, aching dick and closed my eyes. Slowly, I pulled my hand down the length as those tortured thoughts gripped hold of me and turned my pain into pleasure.
My balls tightened as I imagined my dick pressed into her soft heat instead of against her thigh. My pelvis rocked forward, imagining rocking into her like that. The more I thought about her, the more I jerked off until I felt my release overtake my brain. I could no longer conjure a simple thought. All I could do was exist in the moment and allow a river of cum to pour forth from the head of my dick and seep down the drain.
And only when I had finished releasing my nut did I allow the guilt of that action to take hold of me.
I was fucked. I was falling for that girl, and there was no going back.
I wokeup drenched in sweat. All I could think about was kissing Deuce last night. If he hadn’t stopped me, I probably would have rode the poor man into oblivion. When I initially came out of my coma, I didn’t have all these feelings of sexual tension rolling through me. It had only happened within the last month.
It was so odd that I was as focused on my therapy as I was, but I could always find time to think about what it would be like for Deuce to take me. It didn’t matter if it was in the kitchen, in the living room, or hell, even in his garage in the back seat of his GMC. Yet, last night was the first time we acted on anything sexual.
Although I had made the first move, I felt no hesitation on his part. He kissed me like he had something to prove and gripped and squeezed my ass like it belonged to him. Just thinking about that made me horny all over again.
Most of the time when I was sexually aroused, I found something to occupy my thoughts, time, and hands. I hadn’t brought any of the toys that Ethan had purchased for me when I left our home. It somehow didn’t feel right bringing those items from one man’s home into another man’s house, even if we weren’t together.
I slid my hand down the front of my sleep shorts and spread my thighs wide. The minute that I felt my pearl—a tight bundle of nerves waiting to be stroked, paid attention to, and eased into a relaxed state—my eyes slipped closed again, as if I hadn’t just been wide awake.
Only stroking my clitoris hadn’t calmed anything down. If anything, it had elicited more sexual tension throughout my body. My nipples were hard and angry, demanding to be touched the way that I was touching my clitoris.
I moved my other hand underneath my nightshirt and stroked my hard nipple. I pinched it between my thumb and index finger before I rolled it around and around. My body wanted and needed more, but I was content to tease myself for a little while before I got to the heart of the matter.
I recalled the way Deuce’s plump lips felt against mine and imagined how they might feel puckered against my lower lips, sucking my bud, wrapping around my fleshy lower lips and tugging them one at a time.
A glaze of sweat broke out on my temples as my fingers skimmed the surface of my lower lips. I tugged each one, wishing that my fingers were his. The wider I spread my legs, the more I wanted to satiate that aching hunger deep in my core.
My blood tapped a rhythm in my ears as my pulse increased with anticipation. I bit my bottom lip so hard that I could taste the metallic tang of blood just underneath the surface. I pinched my nipple even harder and wished my breasts were large enough for me to suck them and bring them relief. But I was a small girl, and I only had a handful. They were a nice amount, but not big enough for me to bring to my lips.
I skimmed my hand down my belly and parted my flesh. With an increased heartbeat and my mouth hanging open in angst, I slid my fingers into my pussy. I allowed them to plunge deep inside and quelch the need to be filled and touched.
