Page 51 of One Good Puck
“What the hell were you thinking?” I mutter to myself. I grab my suitcase and head upstairs to my bedroom.
The whole time I’m unpacking, my cock is still hard.
I glance down, annoyed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
But I’m not really that surprised. I’m insanely attracted to Abby.
I spend the next ten minutes unpacking while I try to wait it out, but my erection is a stubborn motherfucker. I exhale. There’s no way my boner is going away unless I do something about it.
I huff out a breath, walk into the attached bathroom, and turn on the shower.
Chapter 20
Gavin
While I wait for the water to warm up, I take off my clothes.
I step under the showerhead, hot water washing over me. I give my dick a rough tug and let out a low groan. This is going to be quick. Just a few strokes to get myself off, that’s it.
But then I hear a soft sound on the other side of the wall, where Abby’s bathroom is.
I still my hand, confused. What was that?
A second later, I hear it again. It’s muffled and high-pitched. It sounds kind of like a sigh. It’s quiet for a second, but then I hear it again. And again.
And that’s when my brain finally figures it out. It’s the sound of someone moaning. It’s the sound ofAbbymoaning. It’s pitchy and muffled, and there’s no question what she’s doing…
She’s touching herself. In the shower. Just like I am.
My cock gets even harder in my hand. She moans again, louder this time. And then there’s another sound. A soft buzzing sound.
She’s using a vibrator.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter. My cock is so hard, it hurts. Just listening to the sound of her getting herself off with a vibrator is enough to make my head explode.
She’s turned on too from almost kissing, just like I am.
I stroke myself again, slowly this time, pressing my eyes shut at the pressure currently building in my balls.
But then I stop myself. I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t jerk off to the sound of her pleasuring herself, as sexy as it is, as much as I want to. It crosses every boundary I possess as a decent human being.
Do you really wanna be decent right now? Or do you wanna get off in the hottest way imaginable?
I know what my answer should be. If I were a truly good guy, I’d pull my hand away, rinse off, and step out of this shower. I’d ignore the hot-as-fuck sounds Abby’s making on the other side of this wall and go to bed.
I like to think that deep down, I’m a good person. I treat the people around me with respect. When I see someone in need, I try to help. I don’t break the law.
So maybe, just this one time, it would be okay if I let myself be bad.
The logical part of my brain knows that’s bullshit, that it’s just an excuse. But I don’t want to listen. Right now, the filthy part of me doesn’t give a fuck what’s right or moral or the ethical thing to do.
The sound of Abby’s vibrator and her soft moans fills my ears. I give myself a slow tug. Heat simmers in my balls and the base of my spine.Fuck.
Jerking off always feels good. It’s a physical release after all. But to do it like this, when I can hear Abby moaning and gasping as she plays with herself, it’s even better. Hotter. Dirtier.
I stroke myself again and again. It’s a struggle to keep from going too fast and blowing my load instantly, but I want this to last. I want to time my strokes with her sounds. It feels more real that way. It feels like we’re doing this together.
Just like earlier, I let my imagination run wild. I close my eyes and imagine Abby in the shower with me, water running down her body, down her shoulders and tits and stomach, her hand between her legs. In her other hand, she’s holding her vibrator.
