I laid in bed, covering my head with the pillow, for the third time this week. And it was only Tuesday. What did he do that made him so dirty that he had to...no. Stop that. I told my mind, but of course it started drifting and my hand started wandering. I rolled onto my stomach, but that didn't help.
I rolled out of bed, and tried to keep from running to his apartment. I knocked on the door, loud, hoping he would hear.
When no one answered, I twisted the knob, which, to my surprise, opened. I stood in the door way, shocked at how easy this could be.
Fuck. This wasn't going to be easy at all. I could hear the sounds of his shower so much louder than through my bedroom walls. Pictures of him standing in the shower, wet hair hanging, clinging to his neck and shoulders. My breathing was already erratic.
I shut his door, and locked it, rolling my eyes at how stupid that was. Then, I quickly made my way to his bathroom. I had been in there one time, when he moved in, and I introduced myself. I didn't realize he was going to be, quite possibly, the most attractive man I had met. Definitely the most attractive in a long...long time.
And his bathroom was almost lined up right with mine. My bed was aligned with his shower, for some reason, and every time he showered, all I could think about was his perfect, naked body under the steaming hot water, and everything inside me turned into a jumble of raging sexual frustration.
I didn't even know what I was doing, until I was already standing inside his bathroom. He was singing, so he must not have heard me. I started hyperventilating. I had never done anything like this. I could easily sneak out right now and he would never even know I was there.
Or...I could take charge, walk right into his shower and show him what I want.
The coward in me told me to book it. There was no way I could talk myself out of this one. Wow. I realized what I had done was totally crazy. He would think I was completely insane. Wow, no, I needed to leave. Go, now.
I calmed my breathing enough to quickly, and quietly, leave, when I heard someone clearing their throat. I was facing the door, but I knew what was coming next. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the anger that was likely to be directed at me.
“And, just what are you doing on just a t-shirt and underpants in my bathroom? While I'm showering?” I couldn't speak for a few minutes. Nothing could come out. Not only was I mortified at being caught, and in literally nothing but a t-shirt and panties, I had just walked out of my apartment without any thinking. But, his voice was so sexy.
I was about to apologize when something came over me that made me spin around, push him back into the shower (which was still running), and shove his hand down my panties.
“You feel that?” I groaned. His eyes were wide. “You...your hair. It..gets wavy?”
“What are you doing?”
Now, I choked up. No. I took a deep breath and swallowed it down. It was too late now to turn back, so I had to make the most of it. I kept my eyes focused on his, so they didn't drift too low and...oh god, it wasn't working.
As my eyes were boring into the vein on his neck to keep from traveling farther down, I realized his fingers were moving. But, not out like I would have expected. His hand pushed further into my panties.
“C-Cameron...” I moaned. His lips were parted slightly, but his perfect mouth was definitely curved up into a sexy smirk. “I...um, think your...your hand...” I couldn't breathe. So much for keeping control.
“Is doing what you wanted, right?” Was he toying with me right now? I wouldn't be able to bear it if he was toying with me. “And, next time you wanna get a shower over here, don't wear a white t-shirt.” He leaned in close, “Or do, either way works for me.”
My eyes flicked down, and I realized my t-shirt was in fact white, and completely soaked. I also couldn't help but notice his hands. One was tucked deep into my underpants, the other was holding his cock. I choked on the lack of air I was receiving.
“Cam, please...” I moaned. I knew I was already half way undone, and I was fairly certain Cameron knew how far gone I was. But, I wanted him to fuck me right now, more than ever. I looked up, into his eyes.
Without answering, he pinned me against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he stepped close to me. The thin scrap of lace between us wasn't enough to keep me from feeling the heat off his dick, but it was too much between us. I needed him inside of me. All of him.
He must have been thinking the same thing, holding me up with his hips, he reached down, hands shaking, he tried to pull my panties off, but accidentally ripped them.
“Fuck!” He mumbled. But, simple tore away the scraps. “Sorry.”
I blushed. “It's...it's okay.” I could barely breathe! He pressed his forehead against mine as he slowly entered me.
Although, it wasn't my first time, I hadn't been with anyone in awhile, so he was a bit more than I expected. My nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed in all the way, before waiting. His hips started moving, slowly, as soon as my grip relaxed, and I was no longer leaving nail marks.
His hands were on my hips, moving them in a slightly off beat pace to his. I'd never had anyone do this, and it was surprisingly so much better than I would have ever thought. As he would pick up the pace with his hips, he would drag mine back slowly. I didn't even know this was possible, but I couldn't feel my legs anymore. Only his hips, and lips. His lips, which were resting on my neck. Not moving, but making my pulse rise even quicker.
He was making fast work of me. I was already I half-gone sucker when I stepped into his shower, I wasn't going to last much longer, and he knew it. God, he knew it. And, he knew what he was doing.
“C-Cam!” I moaned.
“Shh. I know.” I felt him mutter against my neck. My eyes drifter shut, and my head fell back as I felt everything in me tighten. So tight. Fuck. Was that my thoughts? Or him whispering? Everything was such as daze, until I finally exploding.
Everything went from a tight coil, to an explosive mess. I was never going to come back down from this. No matter how much of me returned, there was always going to be a little bit that stayed in the clouds from this orgasm.
“Fuck.” I mumbled. Cameron was laughing, though. It was soft, just like his voice. I loved that laugh. “What?”
Always preferring actions over words, he leaned in and kissed me instead of answering. The kiss was something, too. After what he just did, not much would compare, but his kisses were worth every second. He finally pulled back and let me tentatively find my feet.
After trying to not laugh, he finally muttered, “Next time, you should just ask if you want to share my shower.”
