My mind doesn’t do pep talks very well.
Right now, I’d rather smell rubbery silicone. The smell of the apple is driving me crazy. I keep thinking about how Sierra looked yesterday in that dress that showed off the sensual lines of her arms and legs.
And was she wearing a bra when we were having dinner downstairs?
Cut that out,I order my unruly mind. There was nothing to see.
Only because the shirt was big. She probably wasn’t wearing a bra. If it were tighter, her nipples would’ve shown through the fabric.
Argh. I turn over and force myself to count sheep.
By the time I reach two hundred and thirty-seven, I give up. It’s no use. Every time I shift and my bare skin touches the sheets, my nerve endings prickle, and my blood heats. My dick is painfully hard.
No number of sheep is going to help that.
There’s supposedly this powdered aphrodisiac that’s absorbed through the skin. When you want to seduce somebody, you just find some way to get it on the other person’s body.
Noah told me that after spending some time in a Southeast Asian jungle. He likes to talk about all sorts of asinine things he’s seen and heard after trips he takes to photograph wildlife. There’s no way there’s powdered aphrodisiac sprinkled on the sheets.
Then why are you hard for no reason?
I sigh and run a hand over the sheets. Nothing.
Could be super-fine powder…
I bury my face in the sheets and inhale. If there’s powder, I’ll cough.
But nope. Nothing. I can breathe fine.
However, powdered aphrodisiac or no, the fact that I have a throbbing erection doesn’t change. I know I’m not getting any sleep until I do something about it.
The solution is simple. Jerk off real fast, then roll over and go to sleep. I’ve done it many times before. Just not in a girl’s room that smells like apple porn.
I push a hand under the sheets, fist my shaft and move up and down mechanically, the way I always do when I need a quick release.
The expected pleasure builds, but it’s flat. There’s no buildup, no swelling that’s going to push me over the edge. Now it’s worse because my dick’s harder, pulsing rapidly, but it isn’t going to let me come.
I raise my head off the pillow and glare at my dick in the dark. Just how picky are you?
My penis stays silent, but it twitches once. It feels like, Fuck you.
Bastard.
I drop my head back on the pillow and close my eyes, hand still around my cock. It shows no sign of settling down. The scent of apple is stronger, and my crotch is throbbing so badly, it’s painful.
Although I’ve been resisting the idea, I know exactly what I need. It requires more than just a mechanical pump.
I let my mind wander into fantasyland. I envision Sierra. Not wearing a bra underneath her shirt. She’s lying on a bed that smells like her, her golden hair spread like filaments of sunlight. Her gorgeous eyes gaze up at me like I’m her dirty dream come true. She’s lost her shorts, and isn’t wearing anything except the shirt. For some reason, the shirt on her makes the scene sexier. Perhaps because she’s pushed the fabric up so her breasts are bare, all pretty and soft. She cups them in her small hands, offering them up.
I flick my tongue over the rosy tips, and she sighs softly. I gently pull one into my mouth, using my tongue to make her feel good. She’s sensitive, her nipple growing harder and pointed. I suck, then lightly nip the tip.
A groan vibrates through her. Her knees bend; her thighs spread wide. I let go of her nipple and shift, raising my torso. Her feet are pointed, like a ballerina’s—shockingly elegant and sensual. She runs the tips of her toes against my thighs, the motion restless. She is a goddess—my sex goddess.
The flesh between her legs is as pink as the sheets on my bed. It glistens, and I want to lap her up, hear sweet moans of pleasure from her lips.
So I do—I devour her, savor her sweet taste, her heady scent. Apples and summer and dreams and heat. My senses soak them in, reveling in them. She whimpers, rocking herself against my face, chasing her pleasure mindlessly.
The blood in my veins roars. My skin stretches taut, and I feel like a beast starved for her. So close, but not enough… Not yet…
Air saws in and out of my burning lungs. My grip on my pulsing dick tightens, my fist moving faster.
“Griffin…” Her sobbing moan penetrates the thick haze of lust.
Oh, yes, baby.
That’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
I throw the sheet off and come so hard the hot white liquid almost hits my chin. Jesus. I lie there panting in the darkness.
This is going to be longest few weeks of my life.