Stress
When I refused to say anything about Shane, Mavy seemed to get the hint and didn’t bring it up for the remainder of our shift. If she was upset she didn’t show it. She went on about something, but the sound of my blood pumping in my ears made it hard to pay attention to anything she said. I just nodded and answered sweetly as she talked. I hid my face until I cooled down and counted down the minutes until I could finally clock out.
I ran out of there so fast I’m surprised I didn’t run into the sliding door or fall on my face. I don’t even know how I made it home, I was shocked to realize I had no recollection of the drive. My mind was a jumble of thoughts as every scene with Shane flit through my mind, every shared word with Mavy, and images of Max as he stared at me with so much affection it made me met.
Gabe was busy with his shift, so I wouldn’t be seeing him unless he got home before I went in for my shift tonight. I locked the door behind me and was thankful for a clean house. Thank you, Goddess for making my best friend a clean freak. There was something about not having to clean after work that made me feel a little less anxious. I ripped off every article of clothing and climbed into bed. I would shower before work. Laying on my stomach on the bed, I remembered how I’d quickly changed the subject to avoid Donny’s question. It sounded like he was trying to ask me out and I didn’t know what I thought about it. I sighed. Men are not what I ever want to stress over. As Gabe would say, I’m too fine to be anything less than blessed. With that, I let go and fell asleep.
When I awoke, my room was shrouded in darkness but I picked up the sound of hushed voices. I arched my back and lifted my arms above me as I stretched. I closed my eyes but they flew open as I found myself falling back into the abyss of sinful dreams. Groaning, I rolled over and caught myself just before I could fall off the bed. My eyes locked on the clock on the bedside table. Of course. I woke up thirty minutes before my alarm normally goes off. I had two choices, get up and get ready, or stay in bed and possibly fall asleep.
There was a yelp from the other room followed by a low guttural moan. I quickly sat up, forgetting that I was at the edge of the bed, and fell over. My hands grabbed at air and I landed on my face. Now I was moaning, but not for the same reason as Gabe and Leo. I shook my head as I got on my hands and knees. There was a bang as what I’m guessing is the headboard slammed against the wall. I gripped the blanket and pulled myself to my feet.
There was no way I was going to be able to fall back asleep with those two going at it and listening to my best friend get down with his friend wasn’t what I’d consider a good time. I walked to my bathroom as someone cursed, closed my door and rushed to turn on the water. Anything to help drown out the noise. I stepped under the cold water and goosebumps ran down my arms as I shivered. Grabbing my loofah, I lathered it and wet it before I started washing myself.
My lips parted and I gasped as my gaze trailed down my body. Bruise after bruise littered my skin. I knew I’d have them, was sure I’d see a few, but almost 24 hours later and they looked worse than they felt. My throat went dry and I swallowed in a poor attempt to wet it. He’d touched me where every single one of these were. It’s like he wanted to touch me everywhere, mark me so everyone knew I wasn’t available. My heart skipped a beat at the former and kicked up speed on the latter.
I didn’t want to think about him or last night, but seeing the arks on my body made it hard. My thighs clenched at the thought of him taking what he wanted from me. My breathing picked up as I remembered his large hands restraining me. Goddess. I hated how fucking hot he was. I wasn’t even thinking at this point, I grabbed the shower head and brought it down between my thighs.
Water dripped down my body as I widened my legs. I moaned as the stream hit my clit and I leaned back against the wall. Moving my hips eagerly back and forth, I closed my eyes and imagined him on his knees. I didn’t want to think about him, but it wasn’t my choice anymore.
Obsidian eyes stared up at me as his tongue lapped at my pussy. I flipped the dial and the water heated as pleasure started washing over me. Lowering my other hand, I slid two fingers in to the knuckles like he had. I groaned as I gyrated my hips, grinding against the water as I imagined it as his tongue. Oh, oh, oh. I brought myself to orgasm as I imagined him demanding it as he had before.
Opening my eyes, I cursed as I realized what I’d just done. Instead of shame, I wondered if he was thinking of me as much as I thought about him. Was he touching himself thinking of me, too? I bit my lip as a small flame of hope flickered in my chest. You’d think I’d learn my lesson with the way he treated me last night. Shaking my head, I remembered that he hadn’t said a word to me today. As much as I wanted to deny it, I knew I was in trouble when it came to Shane.