“Rideshare.”
“Oh. Well, call me if you need me.”
“Thanks, Zach, and don’t be gross. If you leave that laundry here until the morning, I will stick a red towel in there to turn all your whites pink.”
“Uh-huh.”
Once the front door clicks closed, I face the wall. Study her quirkyart—the Magic 8 Ball cherries, the heart with feet, and the, ‘Please, only do coke in the kitchen,’ slogan—then glance over the pot with a bunch of flowers in it and the three different candles she has burning at the same time.
My sinuses are used to the disaster.
So used to it that my erection goes nowhere.
The fact that Denny has made our apartment a home is suddenly even more of a turn-on. I know she did it for herself, but this means something. And my lizard brain doesn’t know what.
Desperate, I switch on the TV.
Nope, the boner’s still there.
“Why won’t you die?” I groan at my crotch.
I switch onto the PSN app that’s talking about the New York Stars’ upcoming preseason games. They’re playing against the Montreal Mounties on home ice first.
The chirping in the comments alone should hold my attention, seeing as my dad is the coach and the Stars’ captain is an old Mounties’ player, but nope.
“Fuck,” I snarl as my cock pounds a literal tune.
I unzip my pants and pull it free, relieved by the loss of pressure.
The pre-cum bubbling on top speaks of how dire my situation is.
But I use it as lube anyway.
Because this is an emergency.
Then, just as I tighten my grip around my length, something digs into my elbow. Scowling at the distraction, I burrow beneath the many throw pillows on our couch to encounter?—
My lips part.
“No. That’d be fucked up.” I falter even as I toy with the aluminum tube in my hand.
Hand cream.
Denny’s favorite.
The jasmine-scented one.
Licking my lips, I flip open the tube and squirt some onto my palm.
That smell blossoms around me, dragging me deeper into sensory overload.
“Denny’s your best friend,” I grumble even as I’m pumping my hips, jacking off hard and fast now that her hand cream is lubricating things for me.
My fist isn’t as good as her mouth would be.
Or those tits of hers.
Holy shit.
