Page 42 of Falling for You

Rex

“Shit that’s cold. Shit.”

Cold showers really do work. If anyone thinks it’s a myth, think again. Because ice cold water hitting your balls will take away a hard on. Fast.

And that’s exactly what I need after my evening and part of the night with Chloe.

I’ve never been so attracted to a woman like I am to Chloe. But it’s not just on the outside. She’s passionate and goofy. Loving and tenacious. She knows what she wants and even though someone told her no, she’s not accepting it as final. It’s more of a ‘not now’ for her. And damn if that doesn’t make her even sexier.

Last night I watched as her eyes slowly fell shut. She’d startle, wake herself up, and be right back to drifting off into a slumber. It was adorable and I knew I should have woken her up, let her go to her bed so we’d both be more comfortable. But I couldn’t.

Just could not stop myself from wanting to nestle in close, listen as her breathing slowed. I knew I was going to fall asleep. Feeling her relax, hearing the soft puffs of air escape her pouty lips… I might have definitely acted like a creeper and watched her sleep for several minutes until I dozed off myself.

Thinking about how it felt to be pressed against each other isn’t helping my situation so rather than trying to make my body go numb, I shut off the water and dry off. Only, I make the mistake of spending a little too much time brushing over the area I was just willing to soften.

“Fuck it.” I know it’s not going away on its own and I need the release. I’ve had her on my mind for two solid weeks now, since the first moment I laid eyes on her, and can’t stop from thinking of her when my hand slips down and over my hard on and I know there’s no way I’ll be able to focus on anything until I take care of my dick.

Lying down on my unmade bed, I prop myself up against my pillows. Slide a hand over my abs with a soft touch, like she would do if it were her hand. Damn I wish it was her hand.

I was attracted to Chloe the second I laid eyes on her. But even from the first night when we sat together eating desserts and talking, I couldn’t believe how comfortable I felt around her. She’s easy to talk to and has a fire and sass that turns me on.

My mind replays all the moments we’ve spent together, when she was upset and allowed me to be there for her. When she was dousing me in water because I made her a little nervous at the salon. And finally, tonight, my favorite. And not just because I felt her soft curves against my body. It was the natural way it felt to be on the couch relaxing together. Her soft laugh when she’s a little bit embarrassed that reminds me of wind chimes tinkling together. And when she finds something completely humorous, whether at her own expense or at something I’ve said, her laugh is low and hardy. Rings out unabashedly. Her gorgeous plump, red lips and dark eyes that light up when she’s happy, almost turning the color of caramel. And that hair. I grunt, imagining my hand tangled up in her rich deep red locks.

I lick my hand, think of her and wrap it around myself. “Fuck that feels good,” I whisper to no one.

Squeezing and pumping.

Up and down.

Twisting.

I throw my head back when my thumb grazes over the tip; over the bead of moisture that’s already forming just from imagining her hand rather than my own. Shutting my eyes, the vision of her is so clear it’s as if she’s here with me. I can hear the sound of her soft voice whispering to me. Picturing her cheeks as they pink when I tease her.

I’m so close already yet I hold back, breathing in through my nose and blowing out a breath, her name escaping my lips. Stroking fast, I can’t hold back. Don’t want to hold back. She’s so sexy. So entrancing. I’m captivated by her and she hasn’tdoneanything. Just being herself around me, and I’m a goner. No one else is remotely a thought at this point, I want her. And not just in my bed.

Squeezing and pumping.

Thumb sliding over the tip again.

Up and down.

Down, down, down and cupping my balls.

Up and over.

Twisting and tightening my hand and holy shiiiiit. Moaning loudly, my abs tighten and balls draw up, ass cheeks clench as hot spurts coat my stomach, waves and waves of ecstasy vibrate through my body. My other hand clenches beside me, gripping the sheets as my right hand continues to stroke.

Gasping for breath, I lay my head back against my pillows, eyes focused on the ceiling. I haven’t jacked off in a long time, forgot how amazing it feels.

I’m so screwed.

Chloe wasn’t in my plans. She doesn’t fit.

But yet, she does. Somehow, already, she does. How is that possible when attaching myself emotionally was never in the plans?

Not even upset about it, I just want her.

That’s it.

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