I turned on the water before stripping down. I always took a shower when I first got home, but tonight I was even more eager to get in there.
And it wasn’t because I wanted to wash my fucking hair.
I stepped under the hot spray and leaned my head against the shower wall.
This should not be a struggle for me.
I wanted Gracie to be here.
Hell, I was dreading the day she’d leave, and it was still months away.
But the time I’d spent apart from her had clearly done something to me.
Or maybe it was because I needed to have sex.
I wrapped my hand around my erection and stroked it a few times, immediately feeling my body relax.
I tried to think about the last woman I’d had sex with.
Chanel.
Blonde hair. Big tits. And a filthy mouth.
We’d hooked up a few times while she was in town for business.
Was that really six months ago?
Fuck me.
I’d gotten drunk the night Gracie left and met Chanel at the container park.
One thing led to another, and we’d spent the night together.
And that was the last fucking time I’d hooked up with someone.
No wonder I was struggling.
I squeezed my eyes closed.
“I want you right now,” she whispered in my ear.
We were at the container park for line dancing night, which was what everyone in town did on Friday nights.
I followed her to the bathroom and locked the door, and she pushed me up against the wall before dropping to her knees.
“I’ve been thinking about you coming in my mouth all night,” she hissed as she gripped my throbbing erection in her hand and took me between her lips.
I glanced down at her, wanting to watch the way she took my cock.
And then my eyes sprang open when I realized it wasn’t Chanel I was thinking about—it was Gracie wrapping her lips around my cock.
Fuck.
No. No. Nooooo.
I tried to stop, but my hand had a mind of its own.
She looked up at me with those big brown eyes. “Is this how you like it? Am I doing it right?”
