Page 2 of When We Feel


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I laugh quietly, the warm water rolling over my chest, my abs, and legs, the steam seeping into my hair.

Oh, yes… She’d definitely do it.

She’d slowly take me into her mouth, looking at me while swirling her tongue around my crown. And that would only get me harder and harder until she’d have a hard time breathing, and her mouth would be entirely filled with me.

And then something in her eyes…

The way she’d lower her eyelids, slide her fist up and down, and stroke me with her mouth would tell me everything I’d need to know before pulling her up, spinning her around, bending her over, opening her center, and sliding deep into her.

“Oh, fuck…” I grump, my dick hard as steel, my fist moving fast, the tension only growing.

My chest heaves.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck.”

I don’t want to stop, my eyes no longer closed but wide open, my gaze tipped down as my hand goes up and down, and my balls draw tight.

I’m inching fast to that perfect moment when someone knocks on the door.

What the…? Now, motherfucker?

It takes me a second to make a decision.

Cursing under my breath, I keep going. She’s gone, though, and things are not the same. And I get angry while the tension is still there, throbbing in me, wanting to be released.

The person raps on the door again.

Harder this time. He is impatient. Annoyed. He is annoyed? Or is she annoyed? It can’t be her.

Raven doesn’t even know my room number. Not that she couldn’t ask the man at the reception desk.

It can’t be her. It would make no sense. It’s either Kai or Francisco.

Whoever knocks on the door should think twice. This is a bad time.

“Fuck you, motherfucker,” I growl, panting, smiling, trying to see the humor in it, but angry as shit, though.

I’d pull back, but I’m too close. So damn close. If I stop now. I won’t be able to sleep. I won’t be able to do anything.

I’m too wired up.

I was so tense before I got into the shower, let alone now.

I finish.

I manage to stroke myself fast and shoot my load, the pleasure speeding through me.

Fine.

It’s neither here nor there. I don’t have her. I couldn’t even imagine having her with me in the shower. Watching her suck my dick or feeling her center clench around me.

That motherfucker better have a damn good reason for knocking on my door at five-thirty in the morning.

He does it for the third time.

“I’m coming…” I bellow out, clenching my fists.

I turn off the shower, yank a towel off the shelf, wrap it around my waist and walk out of the booth, my skin still glistening with water.

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