Page 23 of Combust (Everyday Heroes 2)
I work my hand up my cock. Rub it over the head. Tighten my fingers and slide it back down.
Imagining her.
The heat of her tongue as those blow-job lips of hers wrap around me. Tease me. Taunt me. Suck me dry.
I squeeze the base of my shaft and work my hand up and down. Listening to her moans. Audible sex. I work myself so precum drips off the tip, and I use it as lube.
The pink of her pussy. How tight it is. How wet I make her. How she stretches around me as I pull out and then plunge back in.
Faster. Heat and pleasure. Harder. Friction and desire. Over and over.
The tense of her thighs around my hips. The scratch of her nails down my back. Her arousal coating my cock and dripping down my balls as I bury myself in her over. And over. And over.
I close my eyes and throw my head back against my pillow as my legs tense and my body begs to come.
The pulse of her muscles as her pussy comes around me.
And only for me.
Heat surges through me. Out to my fingers. Then slams back into me as my head grows dizzy and I come all over my hand, a groan on my lips.
Jesus Christ, I’m going to hell.
I just jacked off thinking of Dylan.
My roommate.
Damon’s little sister.
But fuck if she wasn’t incredible.
I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom and a tear leaks silently out of the corner of my eye. I can feel as it makes its way through my hair and onto the pillow beneath my head.
Last night replays in my mind. The good, the bad, the ugly of it. Each thought reinforcing the insecurities riddling my self-esteem.
Wes’s rushed goodbye.
The shame that followed.
The embarrassment I feel as I wait for Grady to leave the house for whatever plans he has today.
The clink of the dish in the sink.
The slam of the front door.
The sound of his engine shifting into gear and slowly retreating down the driveway.
Drawing in a deep breath, I pick up my cell and dial.
“Serenity Acres, how may I direct your call?”
“Francis McCoy, please,” I say.
“Let me check and make sure she’s able to receive phone calls,” the receptionist replies.
“She should be. She finished detox the other day.” For the sixth or seventh time. Or is it the tenth? It’s been so many I can’t remember.
“Mmm, yes, and you are?”
