seven cold shower
seven
cold shower
Bunny
As I sat up, memories of the night before came rushing back to me.
Seeing Dexter and Marlowe, remembering the night with them.
Dexter following me to Nicki’s and how good he looked all night.
It was so ridiculous. There was never a time I didn’t find Dexter attractive, but lately there’s something else about him.
When I think about going to him like I used to, it doesn’t feel the same.
And now this shit I feel toward Marlowe, what the fuck was that?
Suddenly, I remembered the pills I got from Nicki the night before and popped one. “Get up, Bunny.” Encouraging myself, I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom across the hall. A cold shower would be the best thing for me right now.
Water ran from the shower head, dripping down my back.
It was freezing, but I needed to snap out of whatever shit was going through my mind.
Thoughts of Dexter kept running through my mind.
How he looks when we practice, when he’s really into it and super focused.
It’s the same look he gets when I ride him.
My cock started to harden, and I reached out to stroke it, bracing myself against the back wall of the shower.
My mind shifted to the time he blew me in this shower.
He knelt in front of me and opened his mouth.
His tongue glided underneath, all the way to my slit before he took me to the back of his throat.
I remembered him squeezing my ass so he could deep throat me while he looked up at me, tears in his green eyes.
As the scene replayed in my head, a soft whimper escaped. “Fuck Dex,” I groaned as I came against the wall of the shower. Hitting the wall with my fist.