Chapter 29
NOAH
Head hanging low, water falls from the showerhead, soaking my hair.
I use two hands to lean forward, palms flat against the shower wall.
My muscles scream at me, pain shooting up my right side from my wasteful attempt at a stupid Double Cork, knowing the minute I gain air, everything goes blank.
I can’t grasp it this time, what’s causing my anxiety to present as the twisties, but it’s enough that I almost want to give up.
Red refuses to, even after finding out, continuing to stand by my side. Granted, it’s to save Snowy Peak, but it’s kind of nice to have someone go through it with you. At least I’m less alone.
So, why did my dumb ass drop such a stupid question to her? Because I want to fuck the frustration out of her? She is walking anxiety, prone to causing chaos wherever she goes, and it’s coming off her in tidal waves.
Or maybe, as I stand under the showerhead, I admit I want to know what her skin feels like, and maybe I want to know if those lips really are as soft as they look.
Maybe a few rounds of us tangled in sheets might do us both good.
It’s not like I’m looking for something stable, but rather just some fun to release some of her anxious tendencies and make me less frazzled while I try to kick this shit to the curb.
It’s a perfect opportunity, I hope she doesn’t waste it.
But she should say no, she should run far away from me. Because no intelligent woman like her will say yes to a guy who has done nothing but tease and give her hell since my arrival.
I rub my chest, feeling some soreness near my left breastbone. Even if she says no, I’ll always wonder what her pussy feels like. Is it as tight as her ass when it comes to discipline? Can she get as soaked as I want her to by only using my mouth on her tits?
My hand is already traveling south, gripping my cock, stroking it lightly. Visions of her red hair falling delicately down her back as I imagine my hands running through each tendril, her mouth toying with the tip of my cock.
I’m pumping a little faster as a scene plays out before me of Red riding my face, her soft moans melting me whenever my tongue hits the right spot. My hands travel to her thighs, squeezing, my present self stroking faster along my dick, pressure building in my balls.
I flip her over, hear a little yelp from surprise when I smack her ass playfully, dragging her forward, just to tease her entrance with the head of my cock. I want to hear her call my name as I stretch her, while she scratches at my arms, trying to get leverage.
I fuck her senseless, our hot breaths mingling, sweat dripping down my back, her fingers dragging down, drawing blood.
I’m spilling into my hand seconds after whispering her name breathlessly. “Red.”
Water washes my cum from my palm, swirling down the drain. I haven’t masturbated in so long, struggling to even get myself aroused. Even with Cassy, only getting her off wasn’t enough. But thoughts of Red have me going feral in seconds, barely holding on enough to make it last.
An antidote not prescribed, but something I’ll gladly take over and over again.