single longer than is healthy for a guy my age.
“I’m taking a shower,” she announces flatly after waiting for my answer that never comes.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You’re really drunk. What if you fall and get hurt?”
She’s already turning on the water and stepping into the bathtub. Sort of. She basically holds herself up by aimlessly clinging to the tile walls. The shower door slides closed, not doing anything to hide her mesmerizing body from my view.
I clear my throat. I might be hornier than I swear I’ve ever been in my entire life right now, but I’m not going to be an ass any more tonight. I glance away. “I’m going to uh, stay here just in case. Okay?”
“Sure,” she draws out over the sound of running water. “It’s fine. This is fine. I’m fine. This will all be a bad memory by the end of the week anyway.”
It’s a memory all right. One I’m pretty sure I’ll still be able to recall in old age.
A thump echoes through the room, so I bolt to my feet, practically ripping the door apart to get to Tori on her back under the spray, laughing.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m great, Mr. Mitchell!” She laughs harder.
This is the hardest test I’ve ever been put through, but I strip down anyway and climb into the bathtub with her. “Let me help you before you kill yourself.”
Her laugh turns to a husky chuckle that makes my cock really strain with the effort of keeping it together. “Oh, yes. Please help me, Mr. Mitchell. Right there. Just like that.”
My hands freeze in her hair that I’m trying to wash the puke out of while earning my place among the saints for good behavior. “Are you mocking me or being serious?”
“No, seriously,” she moans. “Right there. My head is pounding already. That feels so good.”
My throbbing dick is sandwiched between my stomach and her back. She doesn’t seem to notice, but if she keeps it up, I might get off just from the sounds she’s making.
Thank Christ, she quiets down and lets me finish my work in silence. After what she put on the line for me tonight, cleaning her up and tucking her in bed is the least I can do. Even if it just might kill me.
“Do you need anything?”
She hums something that sounds like nope right before smashing her face into the pillow and rolling onto her stomach.
I clench my hands into fists.
If I don’t do something with them, I might actually grab two handfuls of the finest ass I’ve ever seen—plump, heart-shaped, attached to long legs I’ve imagined wrapped around me way too many times.
There’s only so much a man can withstand. I’m human, too. Since there’s no way I can leave her alone in this hotel room tonight, I head back to the shower to take the edge off.
A full-on ice bath isn’t all that unusual after game day, but this cold shower isn’t doing shit for me. I glance down at my dick—rock-hard and ready to go.
I switch the temperature over to as hot as I can stand, forcing my tense muscles to relax. It’s no good.
I’m going to break, so I might as well make it worth my while.
The fantasies come on as hard and fast as ever. There’s plenty of real-life hotness still fresh in my mind to work with. Minus the puking, but that doesn’t even matter anymore. Not after having her firm tits in my hands as I washed them.
I grab onto that round ass and haul her to the edge of the bed. A single swipe of my finger up her seam confirms what I already know. She’s wet and ready for me.
I slide the head of my cock as slow as I can stand towards her entrance. It’s a piss-poor imitation, but I squeeze my fist around the top of my dick.
Her wet, hot pussy feels like heaven. I pull down to the base of my cock, letting the hot water mimic my imagination.
She writhes and moans, begs me to get inside her. That’s all I’ve been waiting for…
My groan echoes off the tile walls as my release washes down the drain. I haven’t come that hard in so long, but I haven’t exactly withheld from myself like this before either.
A choking noise outside the shower stall snaps me out of my haze of bliss. Shit. She must be puking again.
I open my eyes to see Tori staring at me, wide-eyed. She’s