Page 36 of Lovefool

“Fuck,” I grind out between my teeth, speeding up my technique with an untrained urgency, biting down so hard on my molars that a warning zing crackles up my ramus.

The sweat from my palms is providing a good lacquer for me to work with as the calloused pads of my fingers brush over the silhouette of each discolored vein. My balls—practically drawn up into my body—need to discharge a buildup of cum in the next three minutes.

I can smell my musk from here. It’s overwhelming but undeniably clean, and it triggers some animalistic response inside me to visualize Lake on her knees, bright-red lips printing a ring around my cock, her irresistible bedroom eyes silently begging me to fill her cheeks with a girth she can barely get her hands around.

Thinking about her is the only way I’m going to be able to finish.

The heat of her mouth would envelop my cock, pouty lips pursing to redistribute the pressure consolidated in my length. Each bob of her head would bring me to the edge, and I surmise that it would only take me an embarrassing fifty seconds to finish. I pretend that my hand is hers, and each expertly placed finger assists in stimulating the root-tangle of nerves all over my cock.

Throwing my head against the back of the couch, I begin to thrust eagerly into my palm, mentally fixating on each patch of Lake’s uncharted, flawless skin. The more realistic my fantasies become, the faster my dick prepares for a flood.

I want to push her up against the wall. I want to lick the inside of her mouth and taste the tequila on her tongue. I want to familiarize my hand with the curves of her body until it’s second nature for me to yank multiple orgasms out of her trembling frame.

Lake Capitano will be my undoing.

Rubbing my thumb over the sopping slit, I stick my cum-drenched digit into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to taste the emission. I could overdose on the euphoria swimming in the barren badlands of my one-track mind.

A moan escapes from my parched lips, but I’m too busy to care about the volume of the noise. I employ the help of my other hand to fondle my ball sack, squeezing gently and brushing the hairs that form a forest at the apex of my thighs.

Imaginary Lake is still very much haunting the corridors of my sex-starved brain, bending at just the right angle to give me a face full of cleavage while she slurps up my cock, unhindered by its size.

Oh, fuck, I’m going to come. I want to spurt in her mouth, watch her swallow, know that I’ve filled up her belly.

Everything is starting to burn. My pulse is rising, my moans are beginning to reach disruptive levels, and my hand delivers a series of concentrated pulses that shift everything upwards.

I want Lake screaming my name; I want to bend her over the first flat surface I see and drag my cock against her soft, inner walls. I want her cunt to choke my length; I want liquid desire to drip out of her like a never-ending stream until I can’t wash the memory away. And I know she’ll take it like a good girl despite being so utterly defiant.

“Fuck,” I groan, speeding up the pumps, something visceral shuddering through me. One last fleeting image of Lake kissing me with raw abandon is all it takes for my cock to unload a night’s worth of pent-up frustrations.

I moan her name while I come, losing slight control in my aim as I spurt an uninterrupted stream of warm cum onto my stomach. It feels endless, and I definitely didn’t account for the radius. A small puddle gathers in the concave of my belly, already congealing, diverging into different runnels that slide through the mane of hair over my body. I’m sticky and hot and still so unfulfilled.

I want Lake. I want her so badly, and it’s killing me that I can’t have her.

Cursing under my breath, I stand up to orient myself toward the kitchen to grab a handful of paper towels. There’s something almost dehumanizing about pumping one out in the dark, though my cock is finally starting to deflate, which is a good sign.

But as soon as I make a noise—thank you, creaky floorboards that need to be fixed—I’m alerted to an undetected figure skulking in the shadows.

I, with my pants down and dick out, have nothing to use but my bare, cum-stained fists to fight off this goddamn house intruder. Well, until I realize that my intruder is less of an intruder and more of an…invitee.

I’d almost prefer a criminal at this rate, because when they step into the scarce moonlight, I see my silent observer is none other than Lake herself, in one of my large T-shirts that fits her like a dress. No pants. Underwear, I hope. Jesus. Why am I thinking about her in her underwear?

“Lake? Hi! Hey,” I stammer, hastily slapping my hands over my privates as if she didn’t just watch me finish to completion a few seconds ago.

For someone who’s on the taller end, she’s still so small compared to me, and she looks up at me with mascara-smudged eyes. Considering the state she was in, I have no idea how she snuck up on me without alerting me.

“You’re dirty,” she says with zero inflection, gesturing to the humiliating mess on my stomach.

It takes me a moment to realize she’s speaking literally, not figuratively. I’m both. I’m hopeless. I’ve been demoted to the idiot stereotype who beats his meat at the thought of his crush instead of, I don’t know, dealing with his feelings in a more respectable manner.

“I was just about to⁠—”

She stalks toward me, effectively collapsing the end of my sentence without so much as a word. I’m immobilized. I don’t think to move, even though she’s looking at me like a vixen who hasn’t eaten in days. The temperature suddenly turns subarctic, but it’s no match for the heat in her stare—the one that peels back the last of my layers to uncover a heart that hasn’t truly been seen in twenty-two years. Embarrassment sours my gut.

When she’s an inch away from me, her tongue lavishes over her bottom lip. “I can fix that,” she muses.

God, please arm me with enough self-restraint to turn her down. She’s not—she’s not thinking clearly. The alcohol isn’t flushed out of her system all the way.

Maybe you’re just scared. You’ve been dreaming about this for an embarrassingly long time.