Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
PATRICK
My dick needs to chill.
It’s fighting against my zipper, moving from a half chub to standing full attention once Elle started to bend down to clean up my mess.
The image of her on her knees for me is sending all my blood south and even embarrassing myself when I snatched her hands and yelled at her did nothing to help the situation but I was sure it was better than letting her get an eye full of the tent in my pants.
Thankfully, Elle was quick to leave and the mess is cleaned up, sitting in a tied up garbage bag that I intended to take to a dumpster on my way to my car. Once I got my tight pants situation under control.
What the crap?
I had not expected this kind of reaction to Elle and I was wholly unsure on what to do with myself but I was getting uncomfortable. I adjusted myself, having to tuck myself straight up to hide my length.
Of course, Elle was the most radiant woman I had ever seen and I was instantly attracted to her but the terrible introduction and how my entire existence seemed to offend her, she was quickly placed into the ‘off limits’ category in my brain.
Honestly, I hadn’t been interested in anyone like that for about a year or so.
The anxiety and feeling of needing to settle down had not included a romantic relationship.
My focus was finding a place to call home and maybe make some friends.
In the past, I was open to most willing bodies to keep my bed warm but only for a night.
After the accident that took my parents, I had been terrified of making any real connections.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive losing anyone else.
So I shut down, took pleasure when I needed it and made sure anyone I was with knew the score, there would not be a repeat performance.
I huff and shake my head, deciding that it was best to go home, hoping the drive would assist in calming me down.
Nothing was calming down.
I suffered through the most uncomfortable drive home, my dick stabbing me in the stomach the whole time. I was honestly worried I would get pulled over if I readjusted, again, and the cop would see me in my current state. They’d assume I was some kind of pervert.
Christ.
As I walk into my apartment, I make a beeline to my bathroom.
I needed a cold shower. I can’t think of anything until I can get this situation addressed.
I’m leaving a bread crumb of clothing as I stomp to the bathroom but that’s a problem for not-hard future Patrick.
The metal on my belt clatters against the floor of my hallway and I’ve got my zipper down and my pants start to sag on my hips as I make it into the bathroom.
I’m turning my shower on, flipping the knob the coldest possible setting as my phone buzzes in my pocket.
A groan rumbles from my chest as I pull my phone out to check the notification.
Mabel (Oldest W Sister): Lola just told me you were coming tomorrow! So excited!! Paul had to cancel so he and Henry won’t be able to make it Mama Donna starts breakfast at 5;30, don’t be late!
Me: I’ll be there, thanks for the heads up.
Mabel:
Huh, Lola had told me breakfast was served at 6.
I didn’t have time to think about this right now.
It hadn’t been 4 hours but if this cold shower doesn’t work, I was going to seriously consider seeking medical intervention.
The water is almost painful, thousands of ice knives assaulting my back as I step into the shower.
I know there is no point in trying to acclimate to the frigid water so I turn facing the shower head.
The water is doing nothing.
I glare at my erection, offended.
My skin is so hot, that as the ice water hits it, I swear, it starts to steam.
This is ridiculous!
I wrap my hand around my shaft and squeeze. I’m fully resigned to the fact that there is only one option to try and get my dick to chill.
I rest my head against the tile as I start to quickly run my hand up and down my length, the friction combined with the cold water making my breath stutter.
I’m panting and I’ve barely touched myself but I’m being rougher with myself than usual in a hope to get this resolved as quickly as possible.
The cold water and precum make due for lubrication.
Unbidden, images of Elle flash through my mind.
Her chocolate eyes narrowed, those pretty pink lips pursed. I wonder what her lips would look like with a full genuine smile pointed at me.
What they would feel like fighting against mine in a feverish kiss
What they would feel like stretched around my cock as I fucked her face.
It feels like my spine is on fire and my orgasm hits me hard and fast. Hot ropes of
my release coats my hand and the floor of my shower. I wash away the evidence but don’t immediately turn off the water or step out of the shower.
I bang my head against the wall once, twice, three times for good measure.
I’m going to hell.