Water pounded against his back, the lukewarm temperature barely registering in Adam's mind. He was only remotely aware of it, mostly on a subconscious level. Just enough to know, somewhere in the back of his mind, that the spray would turn icy cold in a matter of minutes.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head into the spray. Water poured over his face, ran down his bare chest and abdomen, splashed against the hard length of his cock. He tightened his grip and kept stroking, hard and fast as he massaged his balls with his free hand.

Close. So fucking close.

Beth, kneeling in front of him, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Her nails scoring the flesh of his inner thighs. Her long hair, wet and wild, tangled around her face as she waited, silently begging.

Fuck. So fucking close. He could feel her hot breath against his cock, her mouth open, waiting to taste him.

He stroked harder, his hand sliding up and down the hard length of his cock. Almost there...so fucking close.

He clenched his jaw, Beth's image seared into his brain as he fisted his hand in the wet tangle of her hair. Positioning her, holding her in place, her mouth open and ready. Her head tilted back, her glazed eyes watching him. Her tongue, moist and pink and so fucking hot, sweeping across her bottom lip before stroking the underside of his cock.

Pleading. Begging. Demanding.

Come for me, Adam. Come for me.

His balls drew tight and his breath froze in his lungs. One firm stroke, hard and fast. One more before his climax seized him, the strength of his release nearly paralyzing him.

He forced his eyes open and looked down. Watched, almost detached, as semen spurted from his cock and hit the porcelain tile of the shower wall.

"Fuck!" The word was ripped from his throat, harsh and reedy. He kept stroking, watching each spurt of cum shoot from his cock. Hot, thick. Over and over until his knees were in danger collapsing and sending him crashing to the shower floor.

But there was no Beth, not here. Only in his mind, part memory and part fantasy.

He pulled in a shuddering breath and released his cock, spun around to face the shower spray. The water was colder now, only minutes away from turning icy. He didn't care, not if it helped dispel the images of Beth that kept popping into his fucking brain.

It wasn't the memories that bothered him—it was the fantasies. Like just now, imagining her on her knees in front of him, her head tilted back as he fisted his hand in her hair and shot his cum into her mouth.

How many times had he gotten himself off to images of Beth in the last few weeks? Too many. More than he wanted to admit to. But nothing like just now. That last orgasm had been...powerful. And his need was almost desperate.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He grabbed the bar of soap and quickly washed, his teeth chattering from the cold by the time he was finished. But damn if his cock wasn't nearly hard again as he dried himself off.

Need.

Fuck. Adam didn't do need, especially not after one night.

Which meant that what he was about to do ranked right up there at the top of his list of stupid ideas. If he was smart, he'd go into the den, log into the chatroom, and find another hook-up. Someone close by and available within the hour. They could fuck all night, he'd get it out of his system, and that would be it.

Except he had tried that this morning before his relief had even made it through the door. He'd still been ramped up from the fire last night, his cock half hard and ready to go. He hadn't had a chance to chat with Beth because they'd been on the fire ground for so long the night before. He hadn't been able to set something else up with her, had figured maybe that was the reason he was so ready to go.

So he connected with someone else while he'd been in the kitchen sipping his coffee and waiting for his relief. Everything had been set up—he was going to meet the new girl at a park not too far from the station. Nothing more than a quick fuck, either in the back of his truck, her car. Hell, even in the woods off one of the secluded paths. He didn't care.

He never made it, though. He connected with the girl again—fuck, he couldn't even remember her name—and canceled. Five minutes later, she was back in the chatroom, making another connection. Good for her. He wished to hell he could have done the same thing.

But he couldn't bring himself to change his mind. Couldn't bring himself to make another connection himself, no matter how hard his cock was. And he was afraid to look too closely for the reason why.

Hell, he didn't have to look, not when he couldn't get Beth's image from his mind. And what the fuck was up with that? There was nothing special about her. Short and petite, round with healthy curves in all the right places. Sexy as hell with that air of innocence and uncertainty. Definitely not as experienced as he was used to, but not completely inexperienced, either.

So why the fuck couldn't he stop thinking about her?

Adam ran the towel over his hair, sopping up most of the water before tossing it over his shoulder. He palmed the light switch as he left the bathroom and walked down the hall to the spare room he used as a den, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was already growing hard.

He nudged the mouse and brought the computer to life, then took a seat in the chair and went online. He reached down with his free hand, absently stroking his cock as he entered his password for the chatroom. It should be easy enough to find someone to meet with tonight. If he was lucky, maybe he'd even find someone close enough that they could get down to business in the next thirty minutes.

If he was lucky. He sure as hell hoped so because much more of this and his poor cock would be chafed from jerking off so much. And he had nobody to blame but himself. This was his fault for waiting so long. Not that three weeks was that long—hell, he'd definitely gone without longer. The problem wasn't so much the amount of time as it was that he'd allowed himself to think only of Beth during that time. That had to be it. That was the only explanation that made any sense.

He still didn't know why and that's what worried him the most. Part of him was afraid to look too closely into it.

But no more. He'd find someone else and take care of things and that would be that. Hell, maybe he would get extra lucky and find two girls to join him. He'd done that once before. The experience had been totally fucking hot, having four hands and two mouths on him—up until the girls had decided they were more into each other than him. Even then it had been exciting, watching them go down on each other, eating each other's pussy, watching them fuck each other with the dildo one of them had brought as he jerked off between them.

But damn, he didn't want to jerk off again. He wanted hot pussy wrapped around his cock as he came, not his hand. He could do that himself.

He glanced down, frowning at the sight of his hand stroking his cock. Hell, he was doing that himself. With a growl of impatience, he moved his hand. No more jerking off tonight. If a hand was going to stroke his cock, he wanted it to belong to someone else—someone small and feminine.

A frown creased Adam's face as he scanned the screen names of everyone in the chatroom. Not for the first time, he wondered if something was wrong with him. Chatrooms, hook-ups. Nameless, faceless sex. Casual encounters. Threesomes and porn. Nobody else he knew was into anything like this, not really. Yeah, they knew he got around. Knew he refused to settle down. He'd mentioned casual hook-ups once a few months ago and had received nothing but odd, questioning looks. He hadn't bothered to mention the rest of it, hadn't bothered to share any details. The expression on everyone's faces had let him know they wouldn't understand, no matter how much Adam might try to explain.

Not that he knew how to. He hadn't always been into casual sex, not since he was a horny teenager. At least, not to this extent. This whole thing—lifestyle, habit, preference, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it—hadn't even been on his radar until about eight months ago.

When he walked in on his girlfriend on her hands and knees in his fucking bed being fucked by some other guy. She'd looked horrified at being caught—then turned on as he stood there, watching. Not because he wanted to—because he'd been so fucking shocked he couldn't move at first. Then she had asked him to join in.

And he had. He'd ripped off his dirty shirt, pushed his uniform pants down to his hips, and fucked her. Hard. Over and over, his cock pounding into her as she sucked the other guy off. He'd been disgusted. Sickened.

And so fucking turned on he'd come harder than he'd ever come before.

And then he kicked her out, barely giving her enough time to collect the clothes she kept at his place before he ran to the bathroom and threw up.

All hopes of loving, committed relationships evaporated that day. Not because he loved her—he hadn't, not even close. Not because she cheated on him—although he was sure that probably played a small part, especially when he learned she'd been cheating on him from the very beginning.

It was the excitement he'd felt at watching. At being part of, even loosely, that unplanned threesome. How could he be turned on by watching someone else fuck his girlfriend? How could he be turned on by someone watching him fuck her?

No, it wasn't normal. It couldn't be. Which meant there must be something wrong with him. Something twisted and abnormal. So no, a normal relationship was out of the question. Just like a committed relationship was definitely out of the question—for him, at least. Which was fine, because he definitely didn't want to deal with the headache or the heartache.

So he had turned to the casual hook-up. Sex, just for the sake of sex. Wild and kinky or normal vanilla. He didn't care. It was just a means to an end and fun for everyone involved.

Which only made this odd obsession with Beth even more disconcerting. Well, that would end tonight—as soon as he found someone to hook-up with.

He read through some of the comments, his gaze scanning most of them and then dismissing them. A bored couple looking for a third party to spice up their sex life. One woman looking for someone to play with her new toys. Another woman looking for someone into bondage and submission.

Adam leaned closer to the screen, his brows lowered in thought. He hadn't tried anything like that yet. The closest he'd come to any bondage was tying one partner's hands to the headboard with a silk scarf while he wore a silicone cock ring. The knot hadn't held on the scarf and the ring had damn near cut off the circulation to his cock so the entire bondage play had lasted less than five minutes and left him swearing he'd never do anything like that again.

But maybe something that different was exactly what he needed. He moved the cursor over her name, still hesitating. Would he be able to let someone else tie him down? To totally submit and allow himself to be completely dominated?

His cock twitched in his lap. From excitement? He reached down, fisted his hand around the semi-hard length, and stroked. His eyes closed, imagining someone standing over him with long stocking-clad legs that ended in five-inch spike heels. Leather collar. Leather straps. A blindfold—

His cock sprang to life, rock hard. Thick, long, the tip already wet with precum. He smeared the thick drops along his shaft, his head tilted back as his hips thrust faster with each stroke. Fuck. Holy shit.

Yes. Definitely. He could definitely see himself submitting.

The image of the unknown dominatrix became clearer. Black leather garter belt, clean shaven pussy. Round hips and full breasts framed in leather bindings with a slender chain running from one nipple to the next.

His hand moved faster, his balls pulling tight as the chair rocked and bounced under his thrusting hips. Fuck, this felt so good. Would feel so much better with the dominatrix standing over him, a whip in her hand, trailing the leather strands over his chest and cock.

Adam leaned back even more, his ass hanging over the edge of the chair, the clenching of his fist around his cock almost painful as he jerked his wrist. Stroking harder. Faster.

His breathing turned to sharp gasps, the sound short and harsh to his own ears. His mind's eye traveled up the unknown woman's body, along the slender column of her neck to the thick fall of dark wavy hair that fell around her shoulders. To full lips parted in a teasing smile and hazel eyes glazed with need and passion.

Beth.

Release crashed over him, tearing a scream from his chest. Semen shot onto the flat planes of his abdomen, coated his clenched fist. Hot. Steamy. He kept stroking, harder, faster, his body convulsing with each stroke as he smeared the thick liquid across his stomach, his balls, his cock.

Beth.

He groaned her name, hips still bucking as the climax continued rolling over him.

Fuck. Holy fuck. God, yes.

Time stilled, his hand wrapped around his limp cock, warm with the stickiness of his body. He sucked in a deep breath, struggling to fill his lungs with air.

Fuck. When was the last time he'd had an orgasm like that? He frowned, trying to remember.

Never. Not even that day he'd walked in on his girlfriend and participated in his first threesome.

How would it feel to come like that inside a hot wet pussy? A shudder went through him at the thought. That's what he wanted to feel. Fuck yeah. He swallowed in anticipation. Yes, that. He wanted that.

He groaned and moved his hand away from his cock, reached down for the towel that had slid from his shoulder and wiped his hand, his stomach. His cock and balls and thighs. Christ, he didn't remember ever coming this much before.

But he would again. Soon. Very soon.

He tossed the towel to the side and straightened in the chair, his hand reaching for the mouse. The lonely dominatrix was still in the room, still looking for a partner for tonight.

Adam moved the mouse over her screen name, ready to click on it and send her a private message. His finger hovered over the mouse button, waiting.

Waiting for what? He shook his head, told himself to just do it. For fuck's sake, just do it.

But did he want her? Or just the experience?

Or was it the image of Beth that had ripped such pure pleasure from his body?

No—it was just the experience. He was reading too much into the wild imaginings of his mind. Just click on the unknown woman's name and set up a meeting. That was all he had to do.

His finger lowered to the mouse, resting on the button, a second away from clicking it. The computer dinged, the signal for a new arrival in the chatroom. Adam's gaze slid to the side pane, zeroing in on the latest arrival's screen name.

Lookin2B84Fun

His cock sprang to life and he sucked in a quick breath, one filled with disbelief and surprise.

And a searing flash of jealousy.

Beth.