Chapter 9 #3
“No.” He might be responsible for the hormones humming in my body, but I refused to think about him while getting off.
“Yes, Ray!” Emma shouted as she backed down the driveway. “Ohhh. Right there, Ray!”
I surely set a world record for unlocking a door and darting inside a house, and not to rip off my clothes and ride a dildo, although the idea was taking on a life of its own.
It had been over six months since anything penetrated me besides my own finger during a quick jerk session in the shower.
My parents had an en suite bathroom, but I had to use the first-floor bathroom to shower, which was too close to the living room and kitchen for my comfort.
An extended shower would raise too many questions, especially if I carried more than a change of clothes with me.
Hiding a dildo and lube in a rolled-up shirt or a pair of pants sounded like no big deal unless Klutz was your middle name.
I could just picture myself tripping over my own feet, dropping the dildo, and watching it roll across the floor in slow motion.
The damn thing would come to a stop against my dad’s foot for sure.
Just the thought was enough to make me lose interest in a night of debauched self-pleasure.
No, no, no. I deserve this, damn it.
I raced upstairs to the locked trunk I kept hidden under my bed.
Key chain still in hand, I found the key I needed to unlock my intimate collection.
Emma made it sound like I had dozens of dildos, but I only had a few.
They each offered unique features and stimulators, but I went for Fat Bastard with the suction cup behind its big, juicy balls.
Just looking at its thick veins made my ass pucker in anticipation.
I snatched the lube from the box and hustled down the steps, stopping on the bottom tread to make sure I was still alone.
Forget the candles and music. I just needed Ray’s thick cock inside me.
I nearly ran headlong into the bathroom door when I realized my mistake.
“Fat Bastard,” I reminded myself. “Not Ray.”
I shut and locked the bathroom door, then turned on the water.
Steam filled the room by the time I’d stripped down the rest of the way and carried the lube and Fat Bastard to the shower.
Using my body to block the water, I attached the dildo at the perfect height.
For once, I didn’t care that the showerhead was puny and offered a piddly stream of water.
I took my time slicking Fat Bastard up, closing my eyes and allowing my mind to assemble a fictional man to stroke.
He’d be tall, with broad shoulders and a powerful chest. My mystery man would have thick thighs and a muscular ass.
“Mmmmm.”
My blood flooded south, and my dick plumped as I let my imagination run wild, picturing myself on my knees, learning my guy’s scent up close and personal.
I loved the smell of a man’s arousal, musky and masculine.
I’d tease him with my tongue and taste how excited he was for me before working my mouth up and down his shaft, hearing him moan and plead for more.
Strong fingers would slide through my hair and grip my head, guiding me up and down his length.
Damn, I missed giving head as much as I missed receiving it.
My dick was hard as stone and eager to receive the same treatment I was giving my fictional man.
I could almost feel hot breath against my skin, the brush of facial hair against my pelvis or thighs.
Perhaps a neatly trimmed goatee framed the luscious mouth parting to suck me in?
Facial hair? Since when was that a thing I liked?
My fictional man with the broad shoulders, powerful chest, thick thighs, bubble butt, and a massive dick morphed into a very specific image in my head.
“No, no, no. Not Ray.” Someone like him. Someone attainable. Yeah.
Aching with need, I turned to face the water and worked lube into my ass, stretching it as much as the weird angle allowed before lining up my hole and pushing back onto the dildo.
With one hand braced on the shower wall and the other on the glass door, I set a slow, delicious pace, relishing each rasp of thick veins over sensitive nerve endings.
I canted my hips at different angles until I hit the happiest spot on Earth.
“Ahhhhhhhh.” My voice sounded loud in the bathroom, but who cared.
Nobody was home. I needed this release. I deserved it.
That was the moment I gave myself permission to let go, which my brain took as its cue to double down on the Ray fantasy.
It was his voice urging me to use him, to fuck harder and faster.
It was his hands gripping my hips and holding me in place for the pounding of a lifetime.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I chanted as I rode the length of the dildo, squeezing my eyes tighter to hold on to the sexy images as I felt my body surrender to an intense climax.
I didn’t want it to end, but the pleasure was almost too much to bear, so I fucked faster.
The dildo pegged me just right, so I wouldn’t need my hands to get off.
My cock bounced furiously, slapping against my stomach and making the experience more erotic.
“Oh fuck. Too soon,” I moaned as my first jet of release burst from my cock.
I kept rocking and thrusting as the pleasure detonated in my balls and rumbled through my body like an earthquake.
I came and came until I could barely stand on my noodle legs.
I remained there, practically dangling from the dildo, while trying to catch my breath and feeling happier than I’d been in a very long time.
It had been a truly shitty day, but thank fuck something had finally gone my way.