feel better. I touch the broken heart tattoo on my left shoulder first, dipping my hand down to the viking on my chest, sliding my fingers down to the skull and the Triple M tat beneath it. And then I keep going, diving down and taking a naughty dip into my pants.
The whorls on my fingers feel like blades, slicing across my aching flesh and drawing more blood into my cock, making it solid and painful. I feel like I could fucking scream right now. At first, I didn't get Mireya's angle. I mean, who would turn down a hand job? But now I get it. That bitch knew exactly what it is that she was doing.
I use my other hand to rip open my pants, snapping the button off and sending it skidding across the white tiled floor. Beck slams his fist on the door and I ignore him, turning on the sink, so I can have some fucking privacy.
My right hand grips my shaft while my mind wanders, sliding right back to those fresh memories of Mireya's cruel fingers. I stroke myself, letting my eyes flicker closed for a moment while I savor the rush of pleasure that's coursing through my veins, poisoning me, spoiling me to anything or anyone else. Never thought I'd be this way. The day I turned thirteen, I lost my virginity to an older girl next door, just a few days before she left for college. And from that moment until the day I joined Triple M, I was a little nightmare on wheels. I had more sex in that brief time period than I have in the past seven years. But it wasn't great, wasn't even good. I'm in love. Never wanted to be, don't even really know how much I like it now, but I can't stop it. Love is an unstoppable force, a gale of emotions, pain and pleasure, joy and melancholy, ache and fulfillment. It doesn't discriminate and it never stops. It never goes away. I got bit in the balls and I can't pry off the jaws of fate.
I am so fucking screwed.
I reach forward and grab the complimentary lotion bottle that was left on the counter, sending up a silent apology to whoever put it there. Doubt they suspected that some guy would be slathering up his penis with it, wishing he was being swallowed up by a smart mouthed Spaniard turned Yankee with a tiny waist and heaving breasts, skin like bronze and eyes the color of melted fucking chocolate.
“Mireya,” I whisper, opening my eyes and staring at myself in the mirror. I'm a shirtless mess with my pants hangin' loose around my hips, my cock out and rigid, standing tall and quivering with need. I try to start slow at first, work my way up into a more satisfying orgasm, but I can't keep it in. Soon, I'm pumping so furiously that I find I can't stop, not even when I hear the bedroom door open and the harsh murmur of Mireya's voice as she tells Beck to fuck off. If anything, it makes it worse. I grit my teeth and pump myself into a wild fury, imagining Mireya beneath me, writhing in pleasure, calling out my name, begging me for more. In my mind, she gives herself fully to me, opens up and lets me in. I call her mine and she doesn't protest, she lets me have her the way I want her to have me. Fully and completely.
I'm so into my shit that I forget that the door didn't get locked behind me. Just as I'm reaching that pinnacle, watching myself in the mirror, staring my demons head on, the door opens. The muscles in my belly contract and I let loose, spilling myself all over the bathroom sink at the same moment somebody screams.
“Shit.” I stuff myself back into my pants and grimace as I turn to find Mireya and Christy standing just outside the door. Mireya has her arms folded across her chest and a bemused smirk on her face. Christy, well … shit, the girl just looks freakin' terrified.
“Don't you know how to knock?” I ask her as my worst nightmares are confirmed and Beck slides into view. Soon as he sees what's going on, he starts to laugh again. Can't a guy get a freaking break around here? Mireya rolls her eyes and gestures at my mess.
“Clean it up, cowboy. The girl here has to piss.” She
The whorls on my fingers feel like blades, slicing across my aching flesh and drawing more blood into my cock, making it solid and painful. I feel like I could fucking scream right now. At first, I didn't get Mireya's angle. I mean, who would turn down a hand job? But now I get it. That bitch knew exactly what it is that she was doing.
I use my other hand to rip open my pants, snapping the button off and sending it skidding across the white tiled floor. Beck slams his fist on the door and I ignore him, turning on the sink, so I can have some fucking privacy.
My right hand grips my shaft while my mind wanders, sliding right back to those fresh memories of Mireya's cruel fingers. I stroke myself, letting my eyes flicker closed for a moment while I savor the rush of pleasure that's coursing through my veins, poisoning me, spoiling me to anything or anyone else. Never thought I'd be this way. The day I turned thirteen, I lost my virginity to an older girl next door, just a few days before she left for college. And from that moment until the day I joined Triple M, I was a little nightmare on wheels. I had more sex in that brief time period than I have in the past seven years. But it wasn't great, wasn't even good. I'm in love. Never wanted to be, don't even really know how much I like it now, but I can't stop it. Love is an unstoppable force, a gale of emotions, pain and pleasure, joy and melancholy, ache and fulfillment. It doesn't discriminate and it never stops. It never goes away. I got bit in the balls and I can't pry off the jaws of fate.
I am so fucking screwed.
I reach forward and grab the complimentary lotion bottle that was left on the counter, sending up a silent apology to whoever put it there. Doubt they suspected that some guy would be slathering up his penis with it, wishing he was being swallowed up by a smart mouthed Spaniard turned Yankee with a tiny waist and heaving breasts, skin like bronze and eyes the color of melted fucking chocolate.
“Mireya,” I whisper, opening my eyes and staring at myself in the mirror. I'm a shirtless mess with my pants hangin' loose around my hips, my cock out and rigid, standing tall and quivering with need. I try to start slow at first, work my way up into a more satisfying orgasm, but I can't keep it in. Soon, I'm pumping so furiously that I find I can't stop, not even when I hear the bedroom door open and the harsh murmur of Mireya's voice as she tells Beck to fuck off. If anything, it makes it worse. I grit my teeth and pump myself into a wild fury, imagining Mireya beneath me, writhing in pleasure, calling out my name, begging me for more. In my mind, she gives herself fully to me, opens up and lets me in. I call her mine and she doesn't protest, she lets me have her the way I want her to have me. Fully and completely.
I'm so into my shit that I forget that the door didn't get locked behind me. Just as I'm reaching that pinnacle, watching myself in the mirror, staring my demons head on, the door opens. The muscles in my belly contract and I let loose, spilling myself all over the bathroom sink at the same moment somebody screams.
“Shit.” I stuff myself back into my pants and grimace as I turn to find Mireya and Christy standing just outside the door. Mireya has her arms folded across her chest and a bemused smirk on her face. Christy, well … shit, the girl just looks freakin' terrified.
“Don't you know how to knock?” I ask her as my worst nightmares are confirmed and Beck slides into view. Soon as he sees what's going on, he starts to laugh again. Can't a guy get a freaking break around here? Mireya rolls her eyes and gestures at my mess.
“Clean it up, cowboy. The girl here has to piss.” She
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