Number Neighbors - Emma Hart Page 0,34
again.
God, it was adorable when she did that.
“Goodnight,” she said softly.
I smiled at her, catching her eye one last time, then left. She stood at the door as I did so, and I ignored the twitching curtains coming from Mrs. Keighley’s house as I walked to the end of Hannah’s front garden and turned onto my property.
Hannah was still there, waiting, watching me go. She bent down and scooped up Lucifer, cradling the little black ball of darkness to her chest. The second I reached my door, she raised one hand in a small goodbye and stepped inside. I didn’t have a chance to return the gesture before I unlocked my front door.
I let myself in and locked the door behind me, then paused to run a hand over my face.
What a fucking evening.
I was tired and really had to go to bed, but my cock was still hard. I didn’t have a bloody chance in hell of falling asleep right now, so I deposited the pizza box on the kitchen counter and went upstairs to the bathroom.
I wasn’t so sure a shower was the best option either, but I needed to make like a teenage boy and get rid of this erection.
Fast.
Having the reason for it be only thirty seconds away… Well, that was a problem.
I hit the button for the shower to turn it on. While it heated, I brushed my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror for a ridiculously long time. I was thankful to strip off and get under the hot water.
Hopefully it would help me sleep. I had no chance in my current state of mind that was nothing more than endless thoughts of kissing Hannah. I might have been a grown ass man, but that woman was going to bring me to my knees before long.
I didn’t even know why. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was about her that had me so wrapped up. That was part of the allure, though. If I figured it out, I was afraid all this would go away.
I wasn’t ready for it to go away.
My cock throbbed, as if it were agreeing with me.
Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back and let the hot water beat down on my face. It pounded out a rhythm, one I could focus on, and I was grateful for that. I righted my head and grabbed the sponge, lathering it with soap to wash my body.
I rubbed down every limb, scrubbing a little harder than usual. It was therapeutic in a way. Maybe this would be the thing that would put my cock to sleep.
Two minutes later, it was painfully obvious that it wasn’t.
I dropped the sponge to the shower floor and gave in to the inevitable. I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes, thinking about what it’d felt like earlier to be kissing Hannah.
I moved my hand up and down, remembering how blood had thundered through my body. How every part of me had tingled with need and lust had gripped every little bit of me.
My blood pounded now. It was running hot, and my breath hitched as the feeling intensified.
Hannah. Kissing me. Under me. Her body writhing. Tiny little moans leaving her lips and escaping into mine.
I thought about the text messages. About everything we’d shared. About her scenario where I left the shower and she’d be waiting to suck my dick.
I pumped my cock hard and fast, doing my utmost not to think about the fact she wasn’t here. All the scenarios we’d shared together flooded my brain, but it was always that one that stuck out, that one fucking thing I couldn’t shake.
Her. On her knees. In front of me. Legs open, wet pussy showing, where I can fuck it with my fingers or my tongue or my cock. Her moaning, clenching when I dig my fingers into her hips and hold her in place to fuck her deep.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The orgasm tore through my body like wildlife, setting me alight in every way. I came hard, my cum spurting onto the shower wall. Slowly, I pumped my cock until it was as drained as I was.
I washed myself again, including my hair this time, and directed the flow of water onto the wall to make sure there were no traces of my extra-curricular shower activities.
Satisfied, I rinsed once more before I turned off the water and stepped out of the steaming cubicle. The entire bathroom was filled with