“Carlos isn’t like that,” Dima says.
“Yes he fucking is, but apparantly he’s only a dick to me and nice to the rest of you.”
“What’s that around your neck?” a voice pipes up at the kitchen entrance. Aaron. My hand flies to my neck as I have no idea what he is talking about.
“What?” I ask, and everyone zones in on my neck.
“It's red,” Aaron says as he walks closer to take a look. The guy has no social awareness at fucking all.
“Can you back the fuck off please, Aaron. It's probably from my jacket.”
“You’re not wearing a jacket,” Jules says.
“Well I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe it's the humidity or sensitivity to socializing.”
“It looks to me like he’s been choked,” Aaron says.
“Did Carlos hurt you?” Jules asks with a frown like he’s ready to go hunt him down. Actually, that might not be a bad idea.
“What? No!”
“Hold on, why would Carlos hurt him? What the fuck happened?” Dima says, also moving closer. It's like being circled by sharks who smell blood.
“Nothing fucking happened. Is this pick on Simon week? Do you think if he hurt me, I’d let him?”
“That’s true,” Lev says.
“Maybe he liked it,” Aaron says, and I glare at the little fucker. That joker smile on his face needs to be wiped off. Lev grips him by the back of the neck, a frequent touch that Aaron melts into.
“Don’t be stupid, doe. Carlos would be in a ditch if he touched Si. We’ve had to clean up after him before.”
Here we go. Story time.
“Really? Tell me?” Aaron says excitedly like he’s hearing his first story about Santa.
“Nothing to tell, Si just likes to use his fists. One time, it took two of us to pull him off a guy who was annoying him in an interrogation, you couldn’t identify him after that beating. Fucking epic,” Jules recounts.
“Lovely. Now you’ve all talked about me like I’m not here. I’m off to have a shower and then to bed. See ya tomorrow.”
“Night Princess,” Jules says. I look over my shoulder and smirk at the prick.
“Remember Jules, one eye open tonight,” I say and walk away, leaving the gossip circle to carry on for god knows how long.
The relief from standing under the hot showerhead is immense. My body aches as I allow the heat to wash over my skin. I place my hands on the back wall of the shower and lower my head in a bow, causing the water to cascade down my neck and back. It's bliss.
With my eyes closed, my thoughts keep moving to one place. Carlos and what happened in the office tonight. I can’t get past it. I don’t want to acknowledge it, but here in the privacy of my bathroom, I allow myself a moment to let go of all the frustration and remember how it felt to have his firm body pressed up against mine.
Shit.
Before I know it, my hand is on my dick, enjoying the pressure while remembering Carlos’ finger sweeping across my lips. The smell of his spicy aftershave. The heat from his breath and the strength of his hands around my throat as he squeezed.
Oh god….
My hand can’t stop the brutal pace. The shlicking sounds intensify as I massage the fuck out of my dick, echoing in the cubicle. I moan…a long satisfied moan as I imagine those pouty lips of his around the tip of my cock and sucking hard while he grips my balls. The pain. The pleasure. Fuck me…it’s too much…oh shit…….
“Fuuuccckkkk,” I groan, coating my hand in cum, my legs trembling like it's been years since I last got off. Shit that was good.
After a few deep breaths, I stand and wash my body off, making sure to calm myself before getting out of the shower, because I won’t allow it outside of this room.
