Shapiro
Well, shit … this didn’t go as planned.
We had an agreement. Whomever fell asleep first, got the couch. The other, the bed. What actually happened?
Penny, asleep, splayed across my lap. With my dick standing at attention.
Fuck!
If I slide her off, her face would graze over my cock. Not that I wouldn’t like that, but under the circumstance, it’s just wrong.
If I try to stand and carry her to the bedroom, I’ll have to bend over and by doing that, the tent in my sweatpants will be on full display. Eye level with her gorgeous eyes. Eyes I see watching me when she thinks I don’t notice.
A heavy sigh escapes me.
This is a lose-lose situation or a win-win if this was a different day, another time.
Dammit!
My dick twitches at the thought of what another time might be like.
“What time is …” She stretches her legs and freezes. “It?”
Her hand just … She just … Gawh! Her touch is like a jolt to my body. My jaw hurts from gritting as I try to formulate words to reply.
“Not sure. Can’t see the cock.”
Oh shit!
“I mean clock.”
I really need to get this girl off me. Morning wood and Penny face planted in my lap is testing my control.
“Shapiro?” She rolls over to look up at me and whatever mind control I had below has just sprung back to life.
Say hello to my little friend.
I groan. Throwing my head back.
“Oh my God!” Penny sits up as I fling my head forward our two heads knocking together.
“Ouch! Shit!” we say at the same time.
Rolling herself off the couch, holding her head she hollers up to me, “Just forget that happened.”
Rising, I step over Penny, I can’t help but take notice of her night shirt creeping its way up to rest under her perky breasts
Down boy.
“Come on.” I offer my hand. “Someone has breakfast to make.”
“I’ll just lie here. Call me when it’s ready.” She keeps her eyes covered with one arm while she quickly tugs her shirt back down with the other.
She probably felt you staring, asshole.
“Nope.” I hitch up my sweats, giving my little or not so little friend an adjusting while I bend down to pry her arms away. One at a time. I want her to see me when me when I break the news.
“Hi!” She gives me a short wave.
“Cute, but I won,” I remind her.
Reaching to take my hand, she places it in mine and I yank … a little too hard. Chest to chest, my own breath heaves while I look down and watch her breasts rise and fall. Over and over and over again.
Fucking torture.
Taking a step back, she takes down her hair only to wrap it back up again.
“Why do you do that?” I wave my finger at her. I have never understood why women take down their hair only to put it back up to look exactly the same way. It seems pointless. It doesn’t look any different.
“Do what?”
“You just took down your hair to run your fingers through it and then put it up exactly how it was before. It doesn’t look any different.”
“It doesn’t.” She begins to fidget biting her bottom lip.
I start to moan, but luckily, I catch myself and fake a yawn instead.
Smooth.
“You look like morning.” I walk past her, needing to put some distance between us. “It’s a good thing, remember.”
“Yeah … I do,” she replies and follows me. “I think I’m going to take a shower.”
Shit.
Why did she have to mention that? Now, all I can imagine is the water running …
Think about something else. Anything but her …
Spinning around, I hold out my hand. “No shower for you. Breakfast, remember?”
“You fell asleep first.” Penny pushes past me.
No, she did.
Reaching out I catch her arm and spin her toward me as I circle around her and step inside the bathroom.
“Smooth move.”
“Thanks.”
“But I won,” she insists, but this time I can tell she’s trying to recall if she is right.
“Let me replay this for you …”
I raise my voice a couple octaves, mocking her. “My head hurts so bad.”
“It did!” she screeches.
“I know, I mean you do have a major concussion and that is why I offered to massage your temples while we finished the show.”
Squinting her eyes, brows furrow, Penny’s wheels are turning.
“Is it all coming back to you now?”
“Fine, but I’ll warn you. I’m not the …”
“Best cook. I remember. I’ll consider myself warned.”
“Ugh!” She spins on her heel and heads to the kitchen.
Thank God.
Stripping down, I step slowly into the shower and turn the water on high. Stepping into the spray, the cold tile quickly warms beneath my palms as I splay them flat on either side of my head. The stream beats down in steamy rivulets, as my head falls forward.
Closing my eyes, images of Penny flash through my mind. I can’t help but remember the rise of her shirt, her perky round breasts, just within my reach. She’s mouthwatering and the best part, she doesn’t even have a clue.
That bastard really did a number on her. Making her doubt herself. But anyone can see she’s the real deal. A kind heart. A broken soul that needs saving. Long brown hair that I’m dying to wrap around my wrist as I make her mine. Show her exactly what a real man feels like.
Long, lean legs that would fit perfectly around my waist. A perfect, lithe body that has curves in all the right places and a wicked smile that teases me without even trying to. Smiles that I would kill to have directed at me every day.
And those curious brown eyes and plump kissable lips. The exact same lips that were just inches from my cock moments ago. My skin grows hot from the inside out as steam surrounds me.
My hands curl into fists as I fight the urge to take myself in my hand and relieve this tension that keeps building whenever she is near. With each pelting drop, a new image rolls through my mind like rapid fire. My dick quickly remembering what got it that way in the first place.
I try to talk myself down, but the voices keep murmuring in my head reminding me of how close she was to where I want her.
I can’t. We can’t. Saying the same thing, over and over again.
Stop it.
Hating myself a little for feeling the way I do, I unclench my fists, letting my hands drop when her voice cuts through my dirty thoughts.
“Do you like chocolate chip muffins?” Penny hollers through the door.
“Yeah,” I croak out, thinking about what I would really like.
Thinking how easy it would be to ignore her question in hope she would come to me, open the door, so I could hear her. The door closes behind her and she rests her back to it shyly as she asks again. When I still don’t answer, I let her come to me, pull back the glass and step inside with me. Not being able to push the visions back, they come at me full force and her voice is all I hear.
That and the pounding of my heart inside my chest.
I ignore the guilt and imagine her just this once. Closing my eyes tighter, I let the fantasy play out. The way she looks up at me as the water slowly soaks into her clothes and her skin, the drops of water working their way down from her tanned breasts to her nipples as I pull her night shirt away and let it fall to the tile floor. All thoughts of chocolate chip muffins evaporate, and her perky breasts fill my palms as we watch each other through a haze of steam.
Her hands reach out to touch my chest and massage circles across soapy skin that sizzles under her touch. I apply a generous amount of soap in my hands and massage my way across her shoulders, collarbone, and let them fall once more to her breasts. She moans and leans into my touch as my hands pay extra attention to her budding nipples and my palms skim down to her hips as they thrust toward me, causing my throbbing cock to fall against her lower belly and become trapped beneath our slick bodies.
I claim her mouth just as her eyes fall closed and my fingers rush up to fist in her hair as I taste my new favorite thing, her lips. We are a tangle of hands and limbs as we kiss until we’re both breathless. My kisses wander and trace the slender curve of her neck, teasing her glistening skin as I work my way down.
Licking.
Touching.
Thirsty for her taste.
Greedy for it. I fall to my knees and wrap my palms around her thighs as her hands thread in my hair and she shifts herself toward me. My restraint nearly snapping. My tongue waits to taste all of her and just as I’m about to reach her, my body convulses, and a groan escapes my lips, echoing off the tile walls. Reminding me I’m alone.
I realize my hand is fisted around my cock, and not her thighs as my body empties itself with a jerk against the tile. The water has grown cold and just like that the images of her fade away like the steam. Guilt consumes me as I wash myself in the punishing cold before cleaning up after myself, rinsing the evidence down the drain.