I left the door to the house open this morning, hoping that Rhea would come and find me when she woke up, and it looks like it worked. I just wanted her to see me play, not come eye-fuck me within an inch of my life, leaving me with the hardest of all hard-ons. Even though I doubt that’s what she was actually doing. I tend to be a more athletic drummer, with lots of moving around and getting my whole body into it. I’m sure she was just surprised to see that much action. But hopefully after all she saw, she’ll at least believe that I am who I say I am. Usually I go out of my way to ensure that people don’t recognize me, but for some reason it feels important that Rhea acknowledge my accomplishments as a musician.
Stupid ego.
As soon as I get up the stairs, I duck into the bathroom, kick off my shoes, strip off my shorts, and jump into the shower, nearly pulling the glass door off its track by closing it too roughly. I don’t even bother warming the water up first. The cold water will be good for me, anyway. I don’t need to be having these kinds of thoughts about Rhea. I’m sure she’s not a one and done kind of girl, and that’s all I can ever offer, if I even go that far. And it’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve gone that far.
But I can’t stop my mind from wandering back to how she looked at the club last night. She looked hot as fuck in those little shorts and her bra when she stripped her shirt off on the dance floor. Or how she felt when I had her ass held tight against me, after I got rid of that idiot who was grinding on her.
And fuck, when she pushed her hand into my shirt and tucked her fingers into the top of my pants? I thought I would come right there in the club, staring down yet another asshole who was getting into her space. It took everything I had in me to adjust myself without pulling her against me and grinding my hard-on into her hip, just to show her how she affected me.
Which is the same thing just the thought of her is doing to me right now. The cold water at the beginning of my shower did nothing to quell the stiffness of my traitorous dick. The damn thing’s gotten harder, if anything.
I try to think unsexy thoughts while I wash and condition my hair. I picture the terrible trio, Gran, Gladys, and the latest addition to their Peaceful Pines gang, Lana, the way they looked last time I went to visit with Ryder. Apparently it was pudding wrestling day at the old folk’s home, and all the geriatrics were in their speedos and bikinis. And covered in pudding. It was… interesting. But the residents all loved it, and they seemed to have a great time, so who am I to judge? When I’m old, I’m definitely moving to some place like Peaceful Pines. Those old people know how to party.
But, even though the terrible trio’s lewd behaviour is usually enough to make any dick soft, nothing is getting these thoughts of Rhea out of my mind. Even her weird hip-thrusting, ass-shaking victory dance last night was hot. And if I’m going to be driving her around to find her keys today, I need to take the edge off this attraction I’m feeling, or I might be tempted to act on it.
Considering I don’t do relationships, and I don’t do casual sex often, I’m quite familiar with ‘taking things into my own hands’. It’s like eating well and working out, just something I do to keep my body healthy. And that’s all this needs to be this time, even though it will also serve the purpose of getting Rhea out of my head. I grab the bottle of lube that I keep in the shower for just this purpose. Yes, I’m sure I could just use soap, but lube feels better, and works better, too.
I squeeze a little into my hand and set the bottle down on the ledge in the shower. Leaning against the shower wall, I grab my dick and spread the lube with a couple of tentative strokes, running my palm up and over the head, ensuring I’m fully coated. I almost feel bad for jerking off while Rhea waits for me, but if I don’t do this now, I won’t be able to keep my attraction at bay, and that’s the last thing either of us needs to deal with. Particularly with her losing her job just yesterday.
Having me drive her around with an obvious erection likely wouldn’t make an already difficult time any less difficult for her.
I close my eyes and feel hot water cascade down my body from the multiple shower heads placed at precise intervals around the stall. I grip the base of my hard cock, slowly stroking from root to tip, root to tip, and the orgasm is building already. I’ve had a near constant erection since I saw Rhea at the club last night, and my dick is so fucking sensitive it almost hurts. My mind runs replays of Rhea in those tiny shorts she was wearing before switching to thoughts of what it would feel like to be pushing my cock into her slick heat. I imagine she’s bent over in front of me and instead of using my hand on myself, I’m driving my dick into her from behind.
I squeeze harder and increase my pace, thrusting into my hand as my fantasy changes. Dream Rhea is on her knees in front of me now, taking me into her mouth, while she stares up at me with her wide, hazel-green eyes. Just the thought of her soft lips on my stiff cock has me speeding up my strokes, propelling me closer to the edge. My balls tighten as I picture dream Rhea taking me to the back of her throat, moaning like she can’t get enough.
My release rips through me, painting the dark tile of the shower as jet after jet of come rushes out of me. My abs tense as I pump through my orgasm, the sensitive tip of my dick sparking at every stroke. The last of my orgasm surges, my body shuddering as the aftershocks rush through me, and I stroke a couple more times before letting go of my dick and dropping my arm to my side.
“Fuuckk,” I groan. I let the hot water flow over me while I recover.
Fuck. That was intense.
I rest my head on my arm for another minute and then I wipe all evidence of my activities off the shower wall. After a quick wash and rinse of my body, I step out of the shower only to see that I neglected to bring myself a towel.
Actually, I was in such a hurry to hide my ill-timed erection from Rhea that I also left the door wide open.
Shit.
I hope she didn’t come up and see any of that.
Chapter 13
Rhea - Ohmygod, Your Penis!
While Aiden is in the shower, I might as well collect all my stuff so I’m ready to go when he is. I’d hate to inconvenience him any more than I already have. It was really nice of him to let me stay here last night, even if he was a little weird about that video game thing.
Before I go upstairs, I look through the kitchen drawers until I find an empty grocery bag to throw my stuff in. I should probably leave Aiden with his t-shirt and joggers, but I can’t bring myself to put on my clothes from last night. I’m sure they still smell like tequila, not to mention they’re not exactly daytime appropriate. At least not compared to what I normally wear. I can get his clothes back to him some other time, or just have Xena pass them along through Devon.
As I walk up the stairs, I can hear the shower, and it sounds kind of loud. When I get to the top of the stairs, it’s easy to see why.
Aiden left the door open. Wide open.
What if he did that on purpose? Nah, not possible.
He has a glass-encased shower stall and I can’t help but notice him standing there, his arm against the wall. His ass looks even better naked than it did last night in his jeans. And I think it might be turning me into a biter because I really want to go in there and sink my teeth into it.
But his ass isn’t even the most impressive thing I see right now. From this angle, I can see his cock. His very large, very erect cock.
While I stand just outside the door, Aiden moves his arm, grabbing himself with his fist. Hand on his dick, he starts pumping it slowly, and I can’t fucking look away. He’s jerking off in the shower, and I’m standing here, like a creep, watching. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
