Liminal space

Chapter 12

Damien

Closing the door to her room I take a deep breath and fold the sleeves of my white dress shirt up.
My dick feels heavy
I palm myself through the restricting cloth of my pants and shudder out a breath.
She's probably in there now undressing...
Her naked erotic body, Her full breast and perky brown nipples, her juicy ass that temps me every second I breathe
The juices that leak from her p*ssy when I slam my d*ck into her from the back
I hear her close the door to the bathroom and I sigh as precum leaks out from my tip.
I need to take care of this
I open the door to my room and enter my bathroom I turn the water on cold and strip off my clothes
As I throw my shirt on the floor the stains on my shirt catch my attention.
Her blood.
I flash back to her in the hospital unconscious
I hadn't had time to change since the accident.
Her pale face and limp body pops up in my mind.
After dropping her off at the hospital and seeing that she was stable I had tiny take me to where they were holding the assholes that attacked her. The three idiots sat there pleading for mercy as if that would help them. I recall the crow bar in my hands as I bashed the metal deep into their skulls, the way the crow bar ricocheted off of their pitiful bodies leaving bruises and blood in its wake. I shake the thought of what happened out of my head and focus on the matter at hand, literally.
I step into the freezing water,but the water does nothing to my boiling blood, I was hot...hot for her I need to be in her-but I can't, at least not now.
I fist my cock and roughly rub up and down my shaft imagining it was her hand and not mines. I imagine her full lips and her tongue running over my cock and with that I cum all over the shower floor. I grunt as my breath comes out in rough pants as my body processes my orgasm.
I calm down soon enough thanks to the cold water. I exit the show wrap a towel around my waist. I stand in front of the mirror, my eyes darker then ever my eyes drift and begin to trace over my tattoos on my arms, If only she could be in here tracing over them with her hands- stop.
I can't even go five fucking seconds with out thinking about her . I roughly run my hands through my hair. I groan as I see my cock getting semi hard,again?!
Shit, what is it with her, is her pussy fucking cocaine?!
I exit my bathroom and get dressed in my closet
*black wife beater, black joggers...or gray;)*
I exit my room and listen against her door to hear if the shower is still running. She's still showering, good.
I turn and walk down the hall, through the living room and into the main kitchen.
I open the pantry to scout out our meal, my eyes land on a box of pasta. Does she even like pasta?
She seems like a pasta girl...hopefully.
I pull out the ingredients that I need to make her dinner, I place them all on the counter and turn to pull out a knife when I hear my name being called.

This was Damien's perspective, I feel like I could have done better if it was eros perspective but I really do enjoy reading the man's perspective when I'm reading books so I'm going to try to put more of his pov in :) <3