Eleven

JJ

While Cory was in the shower I sat up and thought I was going to either throw up or pass out again. My head was splitting with pain and my stomach wasn't in any better shape. I had no clue where I was when he'd first woken me up. But for some strange reason I knew who he was. I guess drinking several days in a row would fuck with your memory, but I wasn't sure why my memory of him earlier was burned into my brain.

He hated the idea that I was here, and even though he was trying to be nice about it, he wasn't happy. I slid over to the side of the bed and was having a serious conversation with my stomach about how now wasn't the time to throw up, when he walked out of the bathroom. Every time I'd seen him, he'd had his uniform on and while he looked hot in it, seeing him in only a towel was so much better.

He was thin but he was toned, and his shoulders were very muscular and broad. Before I knew it, I was on my knees at his feet staring up at him as his breath sped up. "What are you doing?" he asked. His voice was gravely and rough, and I hoped it was from desire not exhaustion.

"I noticed you as soon as we got there today. I don't know what it is about you, but you're too hard for me to resist." I slowly reached a hand up to cover his groin while keeping my eyes locked on his.

"I think you have a hard time resisting anyone," Cory said, but his eyes were focused on my hand that now pressed against him as he hardened.

"Is this okay?" I asked, because if he wasn't into it, I would be ready to go back to my bed and never bother him again. His lips twitched but his eyes never left my hand, and when I started to pull away, he pressed his hand down on mine. He was getting even harder.

"It's okay," he finally said and met my eyes.

I tugged his towel down and buried my face in his groin. "You smell so good," I groaned and tried to make it all last. I wanted to breathe in every part of him and experience his taste on my tongue. "I want to taste you so bad." I didn't add that I was terrified if I went down on him, I'd gag. I forced myself not to focus on my stomach but instead focus on him.

Gripping him, I slowly started to pump with one hand while I rolled his balls with my other. My mouth watered with the need to taste him, but I knew for sure it wasn't a good idea. Not this time. His hand rested on my shoulder as his hips started to move, and the sounds that came from him turned me on more than any experience I could remember. He wasn't afraid to get what he wanted, and when I slowed down, he'd guide my hand in the rhythm he wanted.

I was so lost in the sensation of his hand on my shoulder as he held me just where he wanted me, that when he came it was against my face and I was sorry that it hadn't been down my throat. But I still didn't trust myself, and puking on him was not something I was going to let happen. For a moment neither of us moved, and I listened as his breath slowed down, then he squeezed my shoulder before taking a step back and picking up his towel.

"I need to go meet Johnny in a few minutes. Why don't you take a shower, you can help yourself to some of my clothes until tomorrow," he said, and wiped at my cheek before gathering up some clothes and turning to walk back into the bathroom.

Emotions bubbled up in me that I didn't recognize, and I hesitated to move while I stared at this guy who had somehow completely turned my world upside down without even trying. He hurried back out of the bathroom before stopping where I still knelt. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked. "Go take a shower."

I nodded, stood, and walked around him into the tiny room, shutting the door behind me. Without even thinking I turned on the water and splashed it on my face before catching my reflection in the mirror. I looked like shit. Red-rimmed eyes, hair looking like shit, teeth unbrushed, and just generally looking like I'd been drinking for days, like I had been.

"I'll be back late," he called through the bathroom door then I heard the outer door open and close.

My eyes met my reflection, and I felt a pull to him like nothing I'd ever experienced. "What the fuck is happening?" I mumbled to myself, and tried to make myself believe it was just alcohol and lack of sleep, but I knew deep down it was something else. Something I'd hoped for long ago when I was still a teenager, but as I got older it became less important than finding someone to hook up with for the night.

I leaned against the sink to get a closer look and it hit me, I was still hard. What the fuck? Not once had I ever not taken my own pleasure as I'd given it. Getting off with someone was literally my number one goal. That thrill of the chase and the ultimate reward was what kept me constantly looking for more. More men, more sex, and more unattached fun. I'd never let myself think of any of them past the time we were together.

"And here you are," I said to my stupid reflection. Shaking my head, I stripped down and got in the shower. Happy to finally be washing this day away, but at the same time not wanting to lose the scent of him on my skin.

My mind wandered while I stood under the hot water, and I thought how Bobby would be laughing his ass off at me right now. The king of hit 'em and leave 'em had somehow caught a feeling for the one guy who hated me more than I hated myself.