Chapter 31
Calvin
Ano-touching pact is now in place for Nikita and I when sharing a bed.
I didn’t set that in motion for her, I did it for me because I’m quickly realizing that I will give anything to touch her. To really touch her. To explore her, to see how far I can push her before I hear her moan my name knowing that I am the one pleasing her.
It’s a good thing that I’m now locked away in the bathroom and don’t have to hide my erection because my cock has been more awake over the last couple of days than it has been in months.
I needed the run I went on to get rid of all my frustration, but with how rock solid I am right now, there is only one thing that will get rid of what’s pulsing through my veins.
“No, Calvin, enough,” I try to reprimand myself as I step into the shower, closing the door behind me and immediately sighing with relief as the hot water beats down against my skin. While a cold shower will instantly zap me back to life, I am not one of those people who can take cold showers, no matter how hot it is around me.
I use this opportunity to attempt to regain control of my mind and calm down the racing thoughts of Nikita. The way I would take the opportunity to fill that smart mouth of hers, the image of her plump lips wrapping around me while her eyes - those beautiful brown-green eyes, stare up at me filled with the desperate need to please me.
Before I can stop myself, my hand wraps around my thick length, the desperate need to cum suffocating me. It is taking more effort to fight off these fantasies in mind than it is to have completed the two mile run I did this morning.
Thoughts of Nikita consume me and I cave, giving in to whatever my mind is concocting in my imagination. The hand wrapped around me moves, wasting no time creating a rhythm up and down my length, turning the arousal inside of me into a building pleasure.
The thoughts in my mind are warped memories of what it feels like to be touched by her, intertwining with the fantasies of what it will be like to explore her. In my mind, it is her hand around my cock. Those long delicate fingers wrapping around my length, moving up and down, increasing the rhythm as she continues.
I want to wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her lips to meet mine. I want to slip my tongue between her lips, coaxing her mouth open while the sounds of her soft moans vibrate against me. I’d do everything I can to keep hearing that sound.
My cock aches. The faster I go, the more thoughts of Nikita consume me. I want nothing more than to toss her onto that bed - the bed we promised not to touch each other on- and break the rules. I want to touch her everywhere. To take her breast in my hand, squeezing as I bring my lips over her hardened nipple. I want to spread her legs, watching as she opens herself up to me and begs me to fuck her. I can almost hear those words falling from her lips…
My free hand leans against the wall, needing to keep myself steady as I push closer and closer to my climax. A climax that I want to release inside of her, whether in her mouth where she can swallow up every last drop that is released because of her, or deep inside of her where I can watch our releases seeping out of her glistening pussy.
That image is enough for me to explode, the orgasm shooting through me. It covers every part of my body as my eyes open, landing on my cock in my hands where the cum drips from the tip.
It takes me a while to come back to reality. My breathing is heavy as I realize that I have just hand-fucked myself to the mental image of Nikita Da Silva.
Oh, I am so fucked.