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Ibarely made it to my bed before I shoved my hand down the front of my jeans and gripped my cock.
Fuck.
I pumped my hand over my shaft, my skin sliding over the copious amounts of precum. I’d always been a leaker, and it was handy when I didn’t want to stop and use lube or lotion.
I flopped onto my bed, closing my eyes as I played back the scene in the hallway.
I’d come home pissed off and hung over, and having Jules grill me as soon as I walked in the door had soured my already bad mood.
I’d tried to ignore how his damp skin glistened in the light. How his wet hair dripped little droplets onto his shoulders, which were covered with a light dusting of freckles that my dick liked way too much.
Or the fact that he was shirtless and standing there in only a pair of loose basketball shorts, his too-pretty face twisted up in anger.
Angry Jules was hot as fuck.
Then he’d punched me.
Or at least tried to.
Something inside me had snapped. I blamed my hungover and sleep-deprived state of mind for why I’d pinned him against the wall.
He’d pissed me off, and I’d wanted to scare him.
But he hadn’t been scared.
He’d been turned on.
Feeling his hard cock, seeing his eyes shutter with desire, hearing his breathy little moans as I’d pressed my body against his, held him against the wall, had sent my sex-starved brain into a tailspin.
He hadn’t even tried to shake me off. He’d just stood there and let me manhandle him and use him.
I breathed out and bit my lip, stifling my moan as I stroked myself faster.
I’d let Jules think that what we’d done had no effect on me, but the truth was, I’d been about five seconds away from blowing my load when he’d come against me.
Hearing it, feeling it, knowing thatI’dgotten him off, had nearly sent me over the edge, but I’d managed to keep control and step away.
I wasn’t about to let him know just how much that had affected me.
How muchhehad affected me.
I clenched my free hand into a fist and shoved it into my mouth to muffle my moans as I stroked faster, harder.
My body tightened, white-hot pleasure coiling deep in my abdomen. The edges of my orgasm sliced closer, creeping up my cock and tightening my balls.
A vision of Jules’s blissed-out face, his heaving chest and shaking body as he’d slumped against the wall flashed in my mind, and I wasdone.
I came hard, shooting over my hand as my orgasm ripped through me.
My breaths were fast, choppy, and hard, my chest burning from the effort of keeping quiet as I rode the waves of pleasure. I stroked slower, prolonging the orgasm for as long as I could.
“Fuck,” I whispered, still holding my spent dick.
Fucking with Jules was fun, but this was a dangerous game.
The smart thing would be to forget this ever happened and go back to pissing him off like I always had.