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My dick is still hard, which is the opposite of what I wanted. It’s making it difficult to focus on scrubbing the sweat stains out of my pits.

Fuck. Will I have to live with a Rome-induced erection for the rest of my life? I can’t avoid seeing him completely. He might be Robbie’s ex—whatever—but they’re still friends, which means he’s always around.

And I can’t erase the memory of what happened after the club.

Wrapping my hand around my hard length, I stroke myself. My head falls back against the tile as I squeeze down at the base, sending tendrils of pleasure through me. The other guys are still in here. I can hear them finishing up with getting dressed, not a care in the world. Not a sexuality crisis to be had amongst the group of them.

They’re blissfully ignorant about this pain.

They don’t even realize one of the co-owners of the gym they belong to is in the shower ten feet away, getting off to thoughts of a guy who can’t stand him.

Who won’t even look at him.

Who refuses to date hearing people.

Who has made me his one-night stand full of regret.

I roll my lips between my teeth, trying to bite back a moan as pleasure skirts up my spine. It’s really unfair that I’ve gotten this far in life without ever being with a guy, and the one man I lose it for is Rome.

If he wasn’t so fucking hot—if the way he hated me didn’tturn me on so goddamn much—this would be easier. But everything he does seems to trigger a needy fucking boner, and I can’t resist getting some relief.

My hand twists around the head of my dick, and my balls ache, begging for release.

And seconds before my orgasm hits, the shower door flies open.

I freeze, gasping and trying to cover myself when I realize it’s Rome’s face taking up my entire field of vision. He looks furious, and his dark, narrowed gaze darts down to where I’m still holding my dick, then up again to lock with my eyes.

How the fuck did he know where I was? Did he open every shower door and peek inside?

I open my mouth to ask, but he pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the bench where my clothes are piled, and all other coherent thoughts flee my brain.

I fixate on his chest as it heaves with his breath.

My hand unfreezes, the shock ebbing away, and I begin to stroke myself again at the sight of his hard, pierced nipples.

Did he have those before?I think as he shucks his pants and underwear off as well, leaving him completely nude. He must have, but I’d been so lost in his pierced dick that I’d forgotten to pay them attention.

I want to remedy that now. I lick my lips as he steps in and closes the door behind him with a soft click. We’re barely a breath apart now, and one single twitch and he’ll be touching me.

His abs flex, his muscular thighs tense as though he’s showing off.

His pierced dick is hard, thick,throbbing.

My arm moves faster, but before I can get close to the edge,he slaps my hand away. Steam billows around him as he steps so close his cock grazes my thigh.

He seems so fucking angry at me. Or maybe it’s at himself for wanting the sort of man he promised himself he’d never get involved with. The sort of man he gave endless shit to Robbie about.

His hands move, and I recognize he’s signing to me, but I have no idea what he’s saying. Something about hungry—though that can’t be it, can it? God, I would give anything to know more of his language, and I’m about to lift my hands and beg him to go slower, but I don’t get the chance.

His chest presses against me, and he slams his mouth down on mine, his tongue pushing in and out of my mouth in the slow, heavy mimic of a fuck.

My fingers slide up his wet skin, the water lashing at us as I grab onto his thick, wet hair and pull.

The sound that leaves his mouth is guttural, thick with need as our hips meet in a rolling thrust. Our cocks brush against each other, skin slick and hot. His tongue slashes into my mouth again, over and over.

It feels like a punishment. Or maybe it’s a promise of what’s to come.

I pull him in closer, his body completely flush against mine. I can feel him from the tip of my toes to the end of my nose, and I love everything about it.