pussy.
For a split second I
thought about going into the change rooms and beating off, thinking about her
as I came. Before I realized what I was doing, I scooped up my towel and walked
across the studio and disappeared out back. My hand was on my cock against the
material of my shorts and the other on the shower door, when I paused.
Selfish fucking cunt.
“Ash?”
Screwing my eyes shut
at the sound of the wrong female voice, I glanced over my shoulder at Monica.
“Everything okay?”
she asked, stepping closer.
Fuck, I was so horny.
I needed to come so fucking bad.
“Fine,” I replied, my
jaw grinding.
“You don't look
fine,” she murmured, trying to be all sultry, pouting her lips and sticking her
tits out. Monica was beautiful, anyone with a pair could see that, but the
personality didn't match. Once, she was the type of woman I'd fuck until I was
satisfied, toss out and never call again. Now...
Letting go of my
cock, I turned to face her, to tell her to go fuck Dean, because it'd do the
guy a favor, but I turned right into her. Her tits pressed against my chest,
her scent washed over me and her hand found my hard cock. Too bad it was hard
for another woman.
Her gaze met mine and
a wicked grin spread across her face. So, she was finally making her play and
all it took was for me to pay a little attention to her sister. An image of Ren
appeared in my minds eye, all sweaty from our workout the night before, the
feel of her body against mine...her frustration...and I pressed my crotch into
her hand.
Monica bit her bottom
lip in what looked like triumph and began to palm my cock, rubbing up and down.
Grabbing her wrist, I
yanked her hand away. “Not for you.”
She stared at me, her
expression falling into surprise. “Excuse me?”
“No one ever told you
no before?” I whispered in her ear.
She shoved me hard in
the chest, stepping away, obviously hurt. Like I gave a shit.
“Be careful what you
say to me, Ash,” she hissed. “You want it. You're hard for fucks sake. Let's
just get it over with.”
My eyebrows rose.
“You think I want you ?”
Her face contorted
into a deep set scowl. Mean Monica was out of her cage showing her true colors.
“You'll regret this.”
“You're going to run
to Daddy?” I sneered. “Who do you think got this place out of the black hole it
was in? Who earns the money that keeps this place afloat? Me . I don't
think Daddy cares, sweetheart.”
Monica shoved me hard
in the chest, but it was like she was trying to push a brick wall. If Ren was
on the other end, she could put a dint in me. At the thought of that little
spitfire, I felt my blood thicken.
“Asshole,” Monica
hissed, turning on her heel and fleeing. I didn't give a fuck.
She was the wrong
sister. Monica obviously took after her uppity mother. Ren, despite her
feelings toward the man, took after Coach more than she knew. I'd pick Ren time
and time again, but I could never have her the way I wanted. It'd already gone
too far.
Slapping my hand on
the shower door, I locked it behind me and began rubbing one out. Ren or no
Ren, blue balls never helped anyone.
Chapter 18
Ren
I’d been let down by
guys before, but I’d never been rejected so bluntly.
I’d never put myself
out there like that either. I mean, I’d never told a guy how much I wanted him
to fuck me, so that was a new one. I’d pretty much given Ash free reign and all
he did was get up and leave.
I was horrified,
embarrassed and heartbroken.
All it did was
solidify my belief that in the end, everyone just abandons you when things get
hard. I wanted to curl into a little ball and just give up, but that would be
too easy, right? I doubted anyone would come and check on me until a weird
smell started wafting from underneath the storeroom door.
A cold shower did
wonders for waking me up, but not a lot for my melancholy. I stood under the spray,
shivering for what felt like an hour before I had the guts to go back out
For a split second I
thought about going into the change rooms and beating off, thinking about her
as I came. Before I realized what I was doing, I scooped up my towel and walked
across the studio and disappeared out back. My hand was on my cock against the
material of my shorts and the other on the shower door, when I paused.
Selfish fucking cunt.
“Ash?”
Screwing my eyes shut
at the sound of the wrong female voice, I glanced over my shoulder at Monica.
“Everything okay?”
she asked, stepping closer.
Fuck, I was so horny.
I needed to come so fucking bad.
“Fine,” I replied, my
jaw grinding.
“You don't look
fine,” she murmured, trying to be all sultry, pouting her lips and sticking her
tits out. Monica was beautiful, anyone with a pair could see that, but the
personality didn't match. Once, she was the type of woman I'd fuck until I was
satisfied, toss out and never call again. Now...
Letting go of my
cock, I turned to face her, to tell her to go fuck Dean, because it'd do the
guy a favor, but I turned right into her. Her tits pressed against my chest,
her scent washed over me and her hand found my hard cock. Too bad it was hard
for another woman.
Her gaze met mine and
a wicked grin spread across her face. So, she was finally making her play and
all it took was for me to pay a little attention to her sister. An image of Ren
appeared in my minds eye, all sweaty from our workout the night before, the
feel of her body against mine...her frustration...and I pressed my crotch into
her hand.
Monica bit her bottom
lip in what looked like triumph and began to palm my cock, rubbing up and down.
Grabbing her wrist, I
yanked her hand away. “Not for you.”
She stared at me, her
expression falling into surprise. “Excuse me?”
“No one ever told you
no before?” I whispered in her ear.
She shoved me hard in
the chest, stepping away, obviously hurt. Like I gave a shit.
“Be careful what you
say to me, Ash,” she hissed. “You want it. You're hard for fucks sake. Let's
just get it over with.”
My eyebrows rose.
“You think I want you ?”
Her face contorted
into a deep set scowl. Mean Monica was out of her cage showing her true colors.
“You'll regret this.”
“You're going to run
to Daddy?” I sneered. “Who do you think got this place out of the black hole it
was in? Who earns the money that keeps this place afloat? Me . I don't
think Daddy cares, sweetheart.”
Monica shoved me hard
in the chest, but it was like she was trying to push a brick wall. If Ren was
on the other end, she could put a dint in me. At the thought of that little
spitfire, I felt my blood thicken.
“Asshole,” Monica
hissed, turning on her heel and fleeing. I didn't give a fuck.
She was the wrong
sister. Monica obviously took after her uppity mother. Ren, despite her
feelings toward the man, took after Coach more than she knew. I'd pick Ren time
and time again, but I could never have her the way I wanted. It'd already gone
too far.
Slapping my hand on
the shower door, I locked it behind me and began rubbing one out. Ren or no
Ren, blue balls never helped anyone.
Chapter 18
Ren
I’d been let down by
guys before, but I’d never been rejected so bluntly.
I’d never put myself
out there like that either. I mean, I’d never told a guy how much I wanted him
to fuck me, so that was a new one. I’d pretty much given Ash free reign and all
he did was get up and leave.
I was horrified,
embarrassed and heartbroken.
All it did was
solidify my belief that in the end, everyone just abandons you when things get
hard. I wanted to curl into a little ball and just give up, but that would be
too easy, right? I doubted anyone would come and check on me until a weird
smell started wafting from underneath the storeroom door.
A cold shower did
wonders for waking me up, but not a lot for my melancholy. I stood under the spray,
shivering for what felt like an hour before I had the guts to go back out
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