Swallow

Chapter 1.8:

"Fuck me." I moaned when I released myself onto the shower floor.

I breathed heavily as I leaned my head against the cool tile. Every muscle in my body was sore and seized up. No matter how many times I got myself off, it only got worse. I thought if I did this, it would take my mind off the girl I knew I couldn't ever have.

It didn't help. I still wanted her.

I grabbed my dick and the base and squeezed again. I was still painfully hard. Pumping my hand up and down, I began jerking myself off for a fourth time to images in my head of the girl passed out downstairs. I pulled at the ring on my head, pretending it was her hand doing all the work. Girls loved to play with it and I always fucking lost it when they did. It wasn't helping my mood; nothing was.

The water was ice cold now, but I barely felt it. I had been in here for over an hour and the only thing I had given myself was a few underwhelming finishes, a raw spot, and a hand cramp.

I gave up and turned the water off. There had to be another way to get my mind off her because this one was only making me insane.

I had passed out in the chair downstairs last night. In fact, we all passed out in the living room. When I woke up, Mark was wrapped around the legs of the coffee table like he was spooning it. Mark could fall asleep anywhere. I accidentally kicked him in the head with my boot when I stood up to stretch my body out.

After apologizing to him in his sleep, which he would never remember, my attention turned to the blond on the couch with her head lying on Aiden's lap. I had spent hours last night watching Riley sleeping peacefully next to him. It made every cell in my body vibrate to see her with him, but I couldn't force myself to turn away from her.

I would have stood there watching her for hours this morning too, if my phone alarm hadn't started going off in my pocket. Riley started stirring like she was about to wake up. I quickly silenced it and took off up the stairs. I didn't want her to wake up and see me standing over her with drool coming out of my mouth. I already pushed it too far with her last night.

I had lost my head last night the second I met her and I had to get myself together before I lost control again.

That is how I ended up in the bathroom, cursing at my dick this morning.

I climbed out of the shower and dried myself off. When I looked down, I was still in the completely same position I was when I got in the shower. I could barely get my boxers on because of my little problem, well maybe not little, or at least so I have been told multiple times by many girls.

Fuck, this was going to be a long day. It didn't help that I had to work on top of it all.

I was tempted to call in sick today, but I knew that was probably a terrible idea. It was almost impossible to call in for work when your boss lived with you. He knew what I was up to last night, at least the alcohol part. You don't call off of work because you stayed up too late and were hungover. Besides, I needed the job and the money.

I finished up in the bathroom after a few more minutes. I brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair. I never had to do much with it; it just kind of did its own thing. I definitely didn't have to spend an hour on it like Aiden did every morning.

When I opened the bathroom door to go to my room, I passed a stumbling wreck of a human that resembled a girl. Her eyes grew larger when she saw me and she began licking her lips.

"Hello, handsome. I'm Brynn. What's your name?" She pushed out her chest and sauntered over to me. This must be the girl Riley was hanging out with. She was an absolute mess. Tangled hair, dress on crooked, smeared makeup all over her face, and a little too desperate. She was the complete polar opposite of Riley. This girl screamed that she was easy. She was a lot like the other girls I brought home normally. I could probably have pulled her with me to my room right now without saying a word and she would have gone down on me.