Pure fucking joy and smug satisfaction fills me. I make him feel that way.Imake him aroused. He finds me attractive enough to be turned on by me. Enough to make him have to pleasure himself.
But what if it’s just physical? What if all he feels for me is a sexual attraction?
“Stop overthinking everything.” I pull at the strands of my hair again.
Another knock at the door has me spinning around. “I got that towel for you.”
With shaky limbs, I open the door and stick my hand out.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“Are you sure you’re okay in there?”
“Yeah,” I lie. “I’m fine. I’ll be quick.”
“No rush. Meet you up in my room?”
“Yeah.”
Closing the door, I lock it this time and place the towel on the counter. Not wanting to continue my inner crisis, I turn the shower on and strip out of my clothes.
Once I’m under the hot spray, I close my eyes and let the water fall over me.
I stand there for far too long, wondering what to do next. Do I tell him how I feel? And if I do, will he feel the same way? Can I handle being rejected?
No, I can’t. Maybe it’s dramatic, but I think it would crush me if he didn’t have the same feelings for me.
I can’t keep this to myself, though, right?
Ugh. I hate this. I hate not knowing what to do with these feelings, or what to say. Or how to act.
By the time I’m finally washing my hair, I decide I’ll take things slow, put a feeler out for Cooper and see if I can notice anything.
“Like you know what to look for,” I mutter to myself as I rinse the shampoo out.
Next is my body. When I get to my lower half, I become aware of the fact I’m still hard.
“What the hell?” I groan.
I’ve masturbated before. While it’s not often, I do enjoy it. It’s a nice release, but there’s never been any meaning behind it. I just focus on the feeling and then the release.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I try to relieve some of the pressure, but it only turns me on more.
Closing my eyes, I start to stroke myself. The first person to pop into my head is Cooper. His smile, the way it makes my heart flutter. His laughter, how it’s like its own type of music. And the way he is with me? His little winks and soft grins. The way he takes care of me without knowing.
My breathing comes in heavy, my hand working faster. My balls are aching and my cock is harder than ever. I feel lightheaded, all the blood rushing to my shaft.
My thoughts shift to what Cooper was doing. Only in my head, I’m on my knees, his cock in my mouth, his hand tangled in my hair as I look up at him with pure lust. He’s breathing heavily, looking down at me with awe and need.
I want to make him feel good, to pleasure him, to make him crazy for me.
I work his cock over, sucking hard, taking him down my throat.
“Oh fuck!” I whimper as my body tenses. My orgasm crashes into me, nearly taking me off my feet as my cock thickens and pulses in my hands, thick streams of cum shoot free and splash against the shower floor.
I bite my lip hard, not wanting him to hear my moans as I work myself over until my balls are empty.
Head spinning, I lean against the wall to catch my breath as my heart threatens to break free from my chest.
