Parking, getting out, and taking the stairs two at a time doesn’t do anything either. Even slamming my front door fails to give me satisfaction. Neither does throwing off my clothes as I walk through my apartment toward the bathroom, letting them land where they may.
Cranking the hot water, I let it run for a few minutes as I try to talk myself out of what I’m about to do.
It would be wrong.
But it would feel so good.
It wouldn’t be any different than what you’ve been doing since you moved here.
My thoughts are getting on my damn nerves.
Pushing the curtain back, I get in, though the flow is still cold. I’m annoyed as it does nothing to relieve the throbbing between my legs.
The entire time I’m in here, I argue with myself. To take pleasure, or live with the irritation. For longer than I care to admit, I’ve done the second. Mostly because I felt like our whole family was being punished for losing Etta. Now that Rowan has found her happiness, the dark cloud that’s seemed to encompass us is lifting.
The sun is brighter, the sky is bluer, and I’m not frowning all the time. But that still doesn’t make it okay for me to jack off to my neighbor. Does it?
Turning the water off, I press my forehead against the tiles, rolling it around for a few seconds, hoping for my thoughts to clear. When they don’t, and my cock jumps at the memory of the kiss we shared, I stomp out of the shower, through the doorway, and down the hall. When I get to my bedroom, I push the covers off, lay on my back, and situate myself against the mattress.
Tilting my head into the pillow, I close my eyes, thinking about the woman whose got my emotions spinning out of control. Shelby isn’t at all what I expected when I came to Laurel Springs, but fuck if she’s not exactly what I’ve needed.
A hazy fantasy begins to concoct itself in my head. One where we didn’t have to stop in her office. Where I cleaned off the desktop with one sweep of my arm before bending her over at the waist.
Tits down, ass up.
My breathing becomes labored as I go deeper into the fantasy, imagining reaching down, grabbing her skirt and wrenching it up over her cheeks.
There it is. The string of a thong nestled for me to latch onto. Using my fingers, I pull the fabric out, wrapping it around my wrist.
“Sully,” she gasps.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Shelby looks over her shoulder at me. Those green eyes of hers hooded with passion. “No.” She shakes her head. “Please don’t stop.”
With my other hand, I tuck my thumb into my palm and extend my middle and index finger as I lift up to her mouth. “Open for me, Counselor.”
She accepts my fingers, twirling around them with her tongue, bathing the flesh with moisture that’ll ease my way into her body. When I go to extract them, she sucks, refusing to release. “You want something else to suck on?” I breathe into her ear. “I’ve got six and a half inches, right here.”
A groan rips from her throat as I move my wet fingers between her thighs, holding them open with my own. I take her in increments. “You’re tight.” My words are a hiss as I do my best to be patient.
“It’s been a while, Sullivan. More than likely longer for me than it has for you.”
“I wouldn’t count on that, darlin’.”
Her head tilts forward as she accepts my invasion, rocking back against my fingers. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah?” I crowd into her, getting all up in her personal space. “You like that?”
She nods. “Mmm hmm.”
Using my fingers I widen her passage, getting her ready for my length. With my other hand I lift her upper body off the desk. Sliding my palm up to her throat, I circle my fingers around the flesh, feeling it move as she swallows roughly. Pulling her neck back, I make a spot big enough for me to move in, open-mouth going after her skin. She squirms as I suck, lick, bite, kiss, and blow against the hot surface, wiggling at my fingers still inside her.
“Sullivan!” she screams, panting, her hands reaching back to grip my thighs tightly. Holding me as close as I can get, until she’s coming against my hand, riding it with her head tilted on my shoulder. Inhaling huge gulps of air.
Instead of letting her ease herself down, I quickly push my sweatpants and underwear below my dick, grasp my length in my hand for a few seconds and give it a quick jerk before I place it at the opening of her pussy, and slide fucking home.
This is when it stops being a fantasy and I realize I’m grasping myself in my palm, jacking the tight skin of my hard cock furiously. My thighs press up into my strokes, my other hand moves down my legs to scoot past my length and grab my balls. They’re tight, drawn up between my thighs, kissing the skin as they wait to be emptied.
“Fuck,” I moan, my head thrashing on the pillow as I go between the fantasy and the reality, wishing like hell I was pressing into Shelby’s body instead of my own hand.
“Goddammit,” launches out of my mouth in a snarled whisper.
Fuckin’ hard as a rock and can’t seem to make myself come. Desperation grabs at my stomach, causing my abs to tighten.
My whole fucking body is on a string as I continue to move my hand at a furious pace. Up my length and then down, collecting the fluid at the tip to ease my way.
“Come on.” I strain, wanting so badly to push past whatever barrier is keeping me from spilling against my stomach.
After a few minutes of being so close I can taste it, I drop my cock, twitching as it brushes my belly button, leaving a trail of fluid behind. “Son of a bitch,” I groan as I roll over onto my side, yanking a box out from underneath the bed.
It isn’t often I have to use this toy box, but sometimes it’s a must. Especially when I’ve been on edge for far too long. Popping the top off, I reach in, grabbing a bottle of lube and a damn pocket pussy. I would be disgusted in myself if it wasn’t for how horny Shelby’s got me.
“Fuck yes,” I moan as I sink my length into the toy, closing my eyes at the feel of it. It’s not the same as a real, live person, but it’s enough for times like this.
Pushing up onto my knees, I fuck down into it, while running my other hand over my stomach. My skin is sensitive to the touch, having been on edge for far too long. All I can do is grunt and feel, imagine I’m plunging deep into her body, pretend like it’s her walls squeezing me tightly. Taking a break, I turn around so that I can grab hold of the headboard.
Gripping the wooden edge hard enough I could snap it in two, I use it to leverage myself. It allows me to thrust deeper and faster, my balls slapping against my thighs as I continue. My body is curled up tighter than it’s ever been.
Closing my eyes I tilt my head back, gritting my teeth, grasping the headboard, and fucking my hand with everything I have.
Finally.
“Oh my God, fuck yes,” I grunt and groan as my orgasm overpowers me. “Shelby,” I whisper when her green eyes appear in my mind. “Goddamn.” I continue thrusting through it, panting as I lose my balance and fall on my back.
Chest heaving, hair sticking to my forehead, and a depleted cock in my hand, I lick my lips and sigh. If I ever get inside her, once won’t be enough.
I have a strange premonition I’ll never be able to stop, and surprisingly that’s okay with me.