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Not me.
What the fuck was it going to be like once I was actually inside of her?
Ten seconds.
If I was lucky.
Lincoln and Ari would somehow find out. I’d never live it down.
Violet would never want anything to do with me.
The only answer was a little hand session. In the freezing cold water. While she was a few feet away.
Fuck, this felt pathetic.
But necessary.
Gripping my dick tightly, I slowly worked my hand up and down, hissing out my breath as the cold water hit my skin.
This was a handjob that would go down in infamy for me.
A moment I could pinpoint as the exact second I’d lost my mind.
But it was so easy to think of her…in my jersey, on her knees. Soaking wet as she stared up at me with those crazy, beautiful eyes…those pink, pouty lips.
Her tongue slipped out, the tip of it touching my dick…
“How the fuck does your jersey not smell?” Her voice cut through my daydream. And I was coming…unable to stop myself as ropes of cum hit the tiled wall in front of me.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered as I literally trembled from the force of my orgasm…and the freezing cold.
Ten seconds.
That’s how long it had taken.
Fucking embarrassing.
Maybe I could hope fortwentyseconds for the real thing.
I turned off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I knew I’d just heard her voice, but I needed to see for myself she was there.
A few steps out and there she was…in my fucking jersey. It drowned her and she fidgeted with it self consciously as her golden gaze fucking devoured me.
“Umm…I’m wearing it,” she stammered, her gaze trapped on my chest. A bead of water slid down my skin and she tracked it all..the way…down.
“Wow,” she murmured.
“What was that?” I asked teasingly. “Did you just say ‘wow’?”
She stuck her tongue out at me, waving her hands around frantically. “I mean, it’s really not fair, that you get all of that…” she gestured to my face, “and all of that….” pointing to my chest, “and, all of freaking that!” Her gaze was definitely on my dick again.
“Don’t stare at my dick,” I yelped, putting my hands in front of it, because fuck…the towel was rising. What was this girl doing to me?
“Get dressed,” she groaned. “I’m dying.”
I pushed some of my wet hair out of my face, still covering my dick area with my other hand because Hercules was as OBSESSED with her as the rest of me was.
“Two minutes, don’t move,” I told her, striding to the other side where my locker and a clean pair of sweats were.
