Her touches were friendly and explorative. She was innocently trying to get over a burden of her past.
She didn’t want me.
But dammit, I wanted her. And I wanted her in a way I couldn’t ignore.
The front door slammed shut and I tried to put her out of my mind, yet I could feel the ghost of her touch no matter what I did. I tried to brush her off, but she was always with me. Tempting me.
I even showered to try to wash her off, but the second I closed my eyes, I wondered what it would feel like if she were with me.
How was I supposed to be close to her when all I could think about was wanting to touch her? How could I let her do what she wanted when I needed more?
I scrubbed a hand over my face. I felt like an idiot for not being able to get her out of my mind. I felt pathetic for wanting her in the first place. Was I really the kind of man who couldn’t handle some light flirting from a beautiful woman?
Apparently not when it was her.
No one else had tempted me ever since I moved here. I barely jacked off, even.
But now that she was here, I woke up hard. I went to bed hard. Until now, I refused to touch myself because I was in control.
Now that I knew what her touch felt like, it was even harder.
My cock had been half hard when Piper’s fingers ghosted over my beard. Thinking about her in the shower brought it fully to life.
The goal was to ignore it.
I made it a few hours. I changed and found something to work on in the house. I organized my books, thought about putting up art, and even rearranged the garage.
Then I checked my phone.
Piper
By the way, you have a really nice beard. See you tomorrow!
“Fuck,” I muttered. “She can’t compliment me. That makes things worse.”
And now she was back on my mind. She wouldn’t leave. My cock was in a perpetual state of hardness from atext.
I really needed to get a grip.
Falling into bed, I clung to the thought I wasn’t going to touch myself. I clung to it as my cock ached for her touch.
I even clung to it as my hand slipped down my sweatpants.
Goddammit.My control evaporated at the thought of her.
There was no stopping me now.
As my hand rolled up and down my cock, I made rules for myself. I needed this. I wouldn’t think of her. I would release this pent-up urge and be normal by tomorrow.
The first movements felt good. I was sensitive, and I knew it was because I’d been too busy working. I tried to remember all of the times before I stopped having one-night stands early on in my newfound freedom.
And then I heard Piper’s voice.
Come on, Theo,it said.Think of me.
No,I wanted to tell it.
That word never seemed to go well with her.
