Chapter 5
Sunlight crept in through a gap in the curtains, showing dust particles floating in the air. I sat up in Lila’s bed, the smell of her now embedded into my skin. My cock ached and throbbed as I remembered hearing the fear in her voice last night.
I got up and made my way into her bathroom, looking around to see a laundry basket off to the side.
I searched through it, finding a pair of her panties halfway down and picked them up.
I held them to my nose, inhaling the scent of her, a moan slipping free from my lips.
My cock strained against my jeans, the ache so deep I felt like I was going to burst. I pulled them away and shoved them into my back pocket, keeping them hidden.
I walked over to her shower, picked up the shampoo and body wash, and set them on the sink.
I unzipped my pants and my cock sprang free, making me groan softly as the air brushed against the sensitive skin.
Opening her medicine cabinet, I picked up an empty glass—the one she used when she brushed her teeth—and set it down just beneath the tip of my cock.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and started stroking it gently. As I closed my eyes, I pictured that look in her eyes from the night at the club, and the way her voice sounded last night. I imagined what it would feel like to have her lips wrapped around my cock as I fucked her mouth.
My pace quickened as I gripped my cock tighter and I pulled her panties from my back pocket. I pressed them into my nose and took a deep breath, my head swimming with the smell of her. The strokes became faster as my balls tightened, my orgasm rapidly approaching.
Suddenly, I let out a loud groan, my grip tightening around the tip of my cock as I climaxed.
I shuddered from the sensation, a rush of euphoria washing over me.
My head tilted back, and my breathing was ragged as I pumped every ounce of myself into her cup.
I stood there trying to catch my breath, my body still tingling with the aftereffects.
When I finally caught my breath, I reached forward, pouring half of the cup's contents into the shampoo bottle and repeating the process with the body wash, before putting the lids back on.
I grabbed both bottles and shook them vigorously, then placed them back in the shower where I found them.
I rinsed out the cup and smiled, thinking about her using them.
My phone dinged in my back pocket, an alert from the flower shop appearing on the screen.
The flowers had been delivered.
I laughed darkly before turning to leave the bathroom, grabbing my stuff from her bedroom, and exiting the apartment.