Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 41

Jonas

As soon as I open my bathroom door, I can't keep my fucking dick in my pants. 

I take off my clothes and step into the shower, making sure the door is locked one more time so no one comes in.

I turn the nob of the cold water, and my shoulders relax as it runs down my body and hair. I brace my hands against the wall, and my head falls between them. I decide to turn up the heat and let steam fill the room, enjoying how it makes me feel like I'm the only one here. 

You are, dickface. 

Fuck off, you know what I mean. 

I lean my head back down, and my thoughts, yet again, wander to Eliza. Her legs brushing up against mine, those quiet fucking moans when she drinks that pink drink, and that blush that creeps up onto her face when she catches me staring at her. I will get that pink drink for her every fucking day if it meant hearing those little sounds of hers, that she had absolutely no idea, fucking turned me on.

Last of all, those three fucking words that leave those fucking tempting lips of hers.

All of it, all of her.

She's driving me fucking crazy.

The image of her laying underneath me as I pound into her, those goddamn noises spilling out of her because of me. The pleasure I give her. My lips marking the skin all over her body. Her sitting on my hard cock, riding me, her head thrown back. Bouncing on my dick. Every inch of her body pressed up against mine.

It's all too much and I watch as my dick gets hard below me. I groan out at the strain, and slowly bring my left hand down to cup the base of it, keeping my right hand on the wall to steady myself. 

I move further under the water, letting it soak me and I start to rub the length of my cock, imagining her hands in place of mine, slowly rubbing me. I swipe my thumb over my tip and let out a throaty moan. I never fucking moan, but my body can't stop myself at the image of her giving me a hand job. I wipe at the precum on my tip, and coat it down my dick as I go back to rubbing along my length, speeding up my actions and squeezing myself as hard as I can, welcoming the pleasure and pain that ensues.

I imagine her soft lips on mine, her lips everywhere else. I suddenly remember the tattoo just on my v-line, dangerously close to my throbbing cock, and I move my right hand down to pinch at the skin where that word, 'princess' lies. I hiss as I pinch myself harder, my left hand still squeezing and rubbing my dick. I fall back against the wall and turn to let my back lean against it. 

The fucking things I would do to that girl, right now. She'd be begging me to fucking stop. 

Her hips moving. That's all I can imagine.

These thoughts swirling in my head all day and night.

God, the fucking wet dreams  I'v had of her would make her blush so hard I'm afraid she won't ever stop. They would put the thoughts in my head right now to shame. 

I continue to speed up my pace, my breathing growing haggard as her eyes flash before me, her cheekbones, her jaw, her lips, her fucking hands. Every-fucking-thing.

My body tenses with my orgasm, and I moan out one last loud word, before falling limp against the wall, my eyes closing as I come back down from my high, thoughts of her still running through my head.

"Eliza."

Eliza

My panties are soaked. 

Jonas left a few hours ago now, but I keep thinking of his leg pressed up against mine. His eyes on me, even when I wasn't looking, were enough to make me blush, and away from the sights of everyone else, I felt my legs clench together when he had my leg between his.