Page 35 of Seven Year Itch
I groan and shake my head as my aching fingers release my cock and I come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve had in ages. The hot water scalds my raw shaft, vibrating at the lingering tingles and making my whole body quiver. And as my sanity returns, I realize with a heavy pit in my stomach that I really hate myself because I don’t actually hate her.
I want her.
And I hope she heard me just now.
Dakota
You know those delicious naps where you feel like you want to get up, but the sleep keeps pulling you under? You’re stuck in this delirious state of oblivion getting some of the best rest of your life, and it takes every ounce of willpower to rip yourself out of it?
That is the best way to get rid of a hangover.
And when I finally rise from my movie-induced slumber, I glance to the other side of the bed to see that Calder is nowhere to be found. I sit up and rub my eyes, noticing the door to the bathroom is closed with the faint sounds of the shower running.
I check my phone and reply to a couple requesting-proof-of-life texts from Cozy. She wants to make sure Calder hasn’t taken me hostage up in our little palapa. If I told her that once he quit pouting about me not sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings with him, we willingly watched two movies together and ordered room service, she’d never believe it.
I’m not sure I believe it myself.
I glance over at all the empty space he left on the bed, my hand reaching over to the space he was lying. We made it through this afternoon without killing each other. I suppose there’s really no reason we can’t share this bed the last two nights we’re here. It’s tainted with his musk now anyways. As long as he stays on his side, we’ll be just fine.
An odd noise echoes from behind the bathroom door, and my lips part. Is Calder with someone in there? Surely not. He wouldn’t bring some random woman into our shared room, right? Even for Calder that would be bad.
A masculine grunt sounds off, and I listen intently, my entire body erupting in goose bumps when I consider what might be going on in there. Is he... jerking off? Would he have the nerve to do that? In our shared space? While I’m sleeping just feet away from him? That seems way too audacious, doesn’t it?
Then again, this is Calder Fletcher we’re talking about, and he probably assumes I’m still asleep.
An image of his inky forearm flexing as he strokes himself hits me out of nowhere, and I duck under the covers, horrified at my intrusive thoughts. Images of my time at the sex club replay in my mind. Of all the people I saw going at it that night, nothing aroused me as much as the moment Calder appeared in front of me.
My thighs clench as I squirm in the bed and picture him naked and wet and grunting as he masturbates just ten feet away from me. I glance down at his shirt covering my body. His scent enveloping me in the sheets and in his clothes has my breasts heaving through the thin fabric. My nipples pebble at the thought of Calder touching me over his shirt. Claiming me.
My God, I really do belong in hell. And he’d be right there with me if he thinks it’s normal to jerk it in a bathroom you’re sharing with someone.
Then again, he’s a sex club expert. Jerking off with someone nearby is probably par for the course in that world he’s clearly experienced in.
The blood in my veins hums with intrigue as I consider that thought.
The water shuts off, and I stop the ridiculous writhing I was doing in bed and sit up, straightening my hair to look cool and collected... like I wasn’t just thinking about touching myself over thoughts of Calder at a sex club.
When he emerges in a puff of steam wearing nothing but a white towel, his sculpted muscles glistening with moisture, I feel my lips part. Like the devil sent him from the depths of fiery hell to fuck with me.
“Morning, Ace,” he says, offering me a dazzling smile. “Or should I say good evening.”
I hold my hand up to avoid the sight of his chiseled body and the ink scrawled across his chest. “Is there a reason you didn’t get dressed in the bathroom?”
“Didn’t feel like it.” He shrugs and walks over to one of his bags before shamelessly dropping his towel and giving me a view of his ass.
I slap my hands over my eyes. “Calder! What the hell?”
“I saw your tit the other day. Seems only fair you get to see my pocket python.”
“Pocket python?” My face twists in disgust.
“Yeah, do you think it looks like something else?” he asks, swerving back toward me. “What would you name him?”
I peek through my fingers to confirm that he’s now facing me fully with his hands proudly on his hips, his dick swinging in the ocean breeze.
“I’d like it covered up, please. God, Calder. I was just coming around to the idea of sharing this bed with you tonight, but this kind of ridiculous behavior has me reconsidering.”
“Aw, come on, Ace. The human body is a wonderful thing. Don’t be ashamed.”
