One girl. Only one girl has ever gotten me this frustrated and horny at the same time.
When a couple rounds the corner, I sigh, adjust my pants, and push off the door. Then I leisurely stroll to my room next door, giving the couple a smile as they walk past me.
When I’m in my room, the silence consumes me.
It’s too big and too empty for only me.
I press my hand against my crotch, hoping my dick realizes that Honey’s not coming home today but all it does is make my boner worse.
She wasright there.
In my arms, tipping her chin so she could kiss me.
“Fuck,” I growl, stomping over to the bathroom.
I need to reset my brain before I do something stupid like kick the door down and show her everything she’s been missing out on.
I strip off my clothes, leaving them on the bathroom vanity as I turn the shower on and crank it to the coldest temperature possible.
Then I grit my teeth and step under the spray.
“Shit,” I mutter as goosebumps prickle my skin. I take several short, panting breaths, getting myself used to the temperature.
There’s no way my erection can last this.
A few seconds later, I look down, annoyed.
It’s still there.
Hard, red, and angry.
Not even a cold shower could stop the need for Honey.
I feel you, brother.
Cold water pounds against my shoulders, and my brain immediately goes to places it shouldn’t.
Honey.
Honey under cold water. Honey, breathless and panting. Honey, looking up at me with those lips parted like she wants to kiss me for the rest of her life.
“Fucking hell.”
I scrub my hand down my face, but it’s useless. The colder the water gets, the worse it is.
Her chest is heaving, her nipples are tight, and little bumps cover her skin. Little bumps that I could make disappear if she’d let me touch her.
“Fuck,” I mutter, bracing one hand against the tile.
I can’t do this. I can’t pretend that my every thought isn’t consumed by the woman next door. I had my tongue in her fucking pussy three days ago, and she’s pretending she doesn’t care. I can practically still taste her, and she’s trying to pretend she’s not feeling this like I am?
My dick twitches as the mere memory of her coming around me. It’s fully hard and aching despite the cold water, and I'm done pretending I'm not going to do this. I've been half hard since she stepped into my arms, and the cold isn't doing shit except pissing me off.
I switch the water to warm, wrap my hand around myself, and let out a sigh of relief as I close my eyes.
In my mind, it’s not my hand.
It’s Honey’s.
