Page 95 of Red Marked

“I will.”

I get up and walk past her into the bathroom, shutting the door.

I start the water, then get out of my jeans and my boxers, and step under the spray.

It’s not going to help, but I’m doing it anyway. I tip body wash into my palm and close my hand around my aching cock.

I picture Star. I try for someone else, anyone else, but fail. This is wrong. So wrong.

She’s naked and all bronzed skin and bouncing tits. I know the noises she’d make if she were on my cock. I slide my hand up and down my length.

Her pussy would be so fucking snug. She would take me slow at first, that gorgeous ass in my hands, and then she would find her rhythm and ride me hard, her tits swaying and bouncing with every stroke.

My hand moves faster up and down my cock. I palm myself a little bit harder.

She rides me faster.

My balls draw up tight. My other hand goes flat against the tile to keep myself upright. Then I’m coming so hard I have to lock my legs, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from snarling. My whole body is locked and shuddering while the water washes my cum away.

I stand there with my forehead against the tile and my chest heaving. I still want her. I want to go out there and put her on her knees. I want her pussy on my mouth.

It’s a pity I can’t have her.

I tip more body wash into my palm and start fisting my still-hard cock.

I’m not going there. That’s final.

I don’t care if I have to jerk off twenty times a day. It’s not happening. This will have to do.

It takes a little longer the second time. I come hard again, but…it isn’t the same. Not nearly. At least it does the trick, and my cock behaves.

I wash my hair and body, staying under the spray for longer than needed. The water does feel good. It clears my head a little. I get out and dry off, pulling on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt. Then I go back out.

Star is sprawled across the bed on top of the covers, on her stomach, chin propped on her fists, feet in the air.

Her ass is…

Fuuuuuuck!

I force my eyes away.

She clearly has no idea of the effect she is having on me. It’s a little irritating and a lot sexy. Star is clueless. An effortless beauty. If she knew what she was doing to me, she would cover up really quickly, or maybe she’d run far away from my dirty-as-fuck mind.

Her empty pizza box is on the floor.

“I ate all of it.” She looks sheepish and really fucking cute.

“Good.”

There’s some movie playing on the television. Two people are arguing in a kitchen.

After half a minute, Star laughs, making me think it’s a rom-com.

“How was the shower?” She looks over her shoulder and gives me a slow once-over.

She’s checking me out.

No! She fucking isn’t.