20. Josh

Cum explodes from my dick as I lock eyes with the temptress of my fantasies, my hand stroking my still rock hard cock. Cum. So much fucking cum. What the fuck? It goes everywhere, covering my hand, the glass, and the floor of the fucking shower. Fuck, why is there so much? And why is she still standing there just watching me fuck my fucking hand?

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she finally splutters, pulling the door closed, thankfully with her on the other side of it, and all I can do is pant out my release.

Fuck.

All I wanted to do was escape her. Her scent on my sheets, her body in my bed, the image of her lips almost on mine, all of it driving me crazy all goddamn night long. So when I woke up hard as fuck, I thought it would be best to just sneak out of bed and take care of myself in the shower. With nothing but her candy scent clinging to me, and the image of her standing in my room in her jeans and bra, I was primed and ready to go.

Now here I am, covered in my own cum, and not a clue where to go from here.

I quickly rinse off, before grabbing a towel from the rail and storming back into the room, only to find her dressed and throwing her things in her bag, and I can’t stop myself from yelling, “What the hell was that?”

Her entire body freezes, her eyes snapping to mine, only to widen when she realizes I’m only in a towel, and I see the moment she decides she is going to fight back. “What do you mean what the hell was that? What the hell were you thinking doing that, in there, with me right out here,” she shouts right back, and if I wasn’t so out of my mind because of her right now I might actually find this funny.

“Don’t turn this back on me, you’re the one who walked in on my private moment, Hals, not the other way around.” A blush creeps up her neck as if she is recalling exactly what she saw. “Maybe try knocking next time,” I add, in a huff, running my hands through my wet hair, as I try to rein in my temper.

“I didn’t knock because I thought you were downstairs,” she yells. “I was still wearing my ear defenders so I didn’t hear the stupid shower, so maybe lock the door next time.” Throwing all the blame at my feet, she continues tossing the rest of her stuff in her bag until she has everything and then closes it.

“I didn’t lock the door because I thought I was safe, but I guess I forgot that my wife likes to violate me,” I snark, and her entire body freezes, her stare snapping to mine, and I can see she is furious now.

“Oh my god, you’re such a fucking asshole,” she screams. “I can’t believe I actually thought doing this with you would make us friends again. I hope the next time you jerk off that your fucking dick falls off.” She moves to slip on her shoes and then picks up her bag.

“You’re the only reason I was even jerking off in the first place!” I shout at her back as she turns to leave, and she whips around to look at me with a humorless laugh.

“Look, I get that being fake married isn’t ideal for your dick, but all I am saying is at least wait until I’m gone before you indulge,” she grits, clearly misinterpreting the point I was trying to make.

She thinks I was in there jerking off because I can’t go out and fuck someone else, because I am married to her. Is she insane? Why would I want anyone else when I could have her? Doesn’t she feel this tension between us?

I watch her storm towards the door, ready to rip it open and leave me, and it’s like every sane thought inside of my head evaporates, because one minute I am standing there watching her leave, and the next I am on her. My hand slams into the back of the door as she pulls it open, smashing it closed again, and then I am spinning her and pinning her up against it.

“For someone who claims to know me so well, I think you’re being pretty fucking blind towards me right now,” I tell her, pressing my body against hers and trapping her between me and the door. My cock is already hard again beneath the towel, and I press it against her stomach. “Does this feel like I want someone else? Do you think I was imagining anyone but my wife when I was stroking my cock in that shower?”

Pupils completely blown out, Hallie stares up at me in utter shock, and there is a voice deep inside my head that tells me to stop. To retreat back from the position I have her in right now, and not ruin our friendship, but the look on her face urges me on like never before. Her cheeks are pink and flushed, her lips wet from where she has slicked her tongue across them, and her chest pants heavily, her nipples straining against her top, and that’s when I hear the other voice in my head.

Fuck it.

My lips are on hers before she can even take her next breath, stealing it right from her parted mouth as I kiss her in a way I have never kissed anyone before, and the second her lips are on mine, it’s like everything in the world makes sense. My tongue strokes against hers and I push the bag from her shoulder, grip her hips, and pick her up, slamming her against the door with my mouth still on hers.

My tongue caresses her and I moan at the taste of her, our lips moving in tandem with one another, and I know this one kiss is going to change everything between us. There is no going back to being just friends after this. No, this one kiss is both ruining us and remaking us at the same time.

One of my hands cups her cheek and tips her head back so I can deepen the kiss, and the other stays gripped at her waist, holding her delicious weight against me, as her thighs clench around my torso.

Her hands aren’t shy either, as she grips them around my neck and pulls me down into the kiss, like she thinks this will be our only chance to do this and she wants to make it count. And I kiss her like it is the only time, like she might disappear if I stop, pushing her harder into the door and letting her feel every inch of me against her. My cock is screaming for release again, but I can’t stop kissing her, pressing it between her spread thighs and swallowing every gasp and moan that slips past her lips onto mine.

I’m not sure how long we stay lost in one another, but when I pull back to catch my breath, her lips are red and swollen, and all I want to do is feel them again. I lean back in, pressing a soft, gentle peck to them now, relishing in the panted breaths she is trying to catch as she stares at me.

“Hallie,” I whisper as her legs slide down my body back to the floor, bringing my hands to either side of her head, and she shakes her head in a daze, as my towel drops to the floor.

“You broke rule number one,” she whispers back, and I’m about to laugh, but then she is pushing me away, and leaning down to pick up her bag. “I have to go,” she mutters, pulling the door open before I can stop her.

When I rush to go after her, I realize I’m not even dressed yet, and I can’t help but yell, “Fuck,” as I hear the front door slam downstairs.

Another door opens down the hallway, and Daemon pops his head out, ignoring the fact I am freeballing with my dick out in the hallway, and just simply asks, “What did you do?”

And all I can do is sigh in response, “I kissed my wife.”

“Well, fuck,” he mutters, looking towards the empty space she just vacated.

Fuck indeed.