Page 5 of Midsummer Masquerade
“Bye.”
“Later, man.”
I throw my phone onto the sofa, and it bounces off the cushion as I make my way to my bedroom and straight to my ensuite, stripping out of my clothes and turning on the shower.
Keeping the temperature on low, I step under the cool spray, leaning on my forearm against the cold tiles. The water rains down my back, but it’s barely enough to cool the burning inferno,my raging hard on begging for relief.
I fist my aching cock, the tip already wet with pre-cum. I lick my lips, savouring the remaining traces of her sweet cunt as I jerk myself off hard and fast.
Knowing she’s a floor below has me tightening my fist, because the way her pussy strangled my fingers, I know she would’ve been a tight fit. I imagine fucking her without restraint and speed up my ministrations.
I throw my head back and close my eyes as I imagine her on her knees, those luscious lips wrapped around my cock as I fuck her throat. My balls tighten in anticipation, pressure building in my lower back, the point of no return. My heart rate and breathing grow louder.
The tingling sensation increases in intensity as hot pleasure floods my senses. White specs of light cloud my vision as I come with a loud grunt, thick ropes of cum exploding over the shower tiles by my feet.
I stare as my cum disappears down the drain, but my release is only short-lived. The satisfaction that I felt less than a minute ago quickly subsides.
Because it wasn’t my hand I wanted to feel, but hers.
Fuck, Rainbow has always been an enigma, this untouchable ray of light. And now I’ve had the feel of her skin beneath my fingers and the taste of her sweet cunt on my tongue. I already know without a doubt that if I’m not careful, she’ll become my newest addiction.
I give myself a few minutes under the shower’s spray before I grab my shower gel, wash my hair and body, and rinse off.
Grabbing the towel, I dry off and wrap it around my waist, still sporting a semi-hard on. That fucker is going to become a real problem.
I pull on a pair of boxer briefs and workout shorts, then run the towel through my hair.
Snatching up the remote, I flip on the TV and drop onto the sofa with a humph. I flick through the channels, already knowing I won’t find anything appealing to keep myself entertained.Not when there is a perfectly good distraction one floor down.
A small part of me wonders if I should go back down and face Rainbow. To apologise for my behaviour, even though I amanything but sorry. The least I can do is see if she has dinner plans.
Tapping the remote against my temple, I groan in frustration. It’s Friday night, of course, she’ll have dinner plans, unlike me. Rainbow’s extroverted, happy-go-lucky, and enjoys being in other people’s company, whereas I don’t. Well, that’s not true, entirely. It highly depends on the company in question.
I scrub my hand over my jaw, turn off the TV, and then push to my feet.
“Gym it is instead, then.”
I need to work off some of this built-up frustration. Truth be told, it’s taking everything in me not to go and see her now and in my current state. By the way her body reacted to mine, I’d spend the rest of the night fucking her senseless.
Chapter 4
Rainbow
I don’t know what the hell happened. I mean, of course, Iknowwhat happened, Tobias ate me out and made sure I loved every single second of it. Fuck, that man has a wicked tongue, and do not even get me started on those thick fingers.
My only regret is not getting a chance to see what he’s like in the dick department. Because if we are judging men by the size of their feet or hands, I reckon he is very well endowed indeed.
“Stop it,” I chastise myself, pulling my t-shirt away from my body.
I swear it’s actually getting hotter in here.
He made me come and left me wanting so much more.
I would have happily accepted whatever else he might have offered, but it was short-lived when my brother called. The instant regret that crossedhis face when I realised it was Ric who was calling him, talk about a cock-block.
But still, who knew he could be so damn hot?
He’s always been hot and untouchable. Then he kissed me, and everything felt like a possibility, not just a ridiculous crush I’ve always harboured and kept hidden.
