Meanwhile, my balls are turning the shade of midnight and the pressure in my groin is becoming unbearable.
Fuck it.
With a resigned sigh, I unbutton my jeans and slide my hand beneath the fabric of my briefs, gripping myself with a firmness that brings immediate relief. My eyes drift close as I begin to stroke, slow and steady.
In my mind, it's Mia's hand wrapped around my length. Mia's eyes, dark with desire, watching the pre-come drip from the head of my cock as I come undone. Mia's lips parting as I slide into her wet, slick core. Mia’s moans that fill the air as she breathes out my name.
Oh fuck Mia.
I quicken my pace, breath ragged, hand working faster, pressure winding hot and tight at the base of my spine. I’m seconds away—hovering on that knife’s edge where nothing exists except the promise of release and the image ofher—wet skin, parted lips, that goddamn smirk she gives when she knows she's got me wrapped up in her. I’m close, so close—
Then—
“HOLY MOTHER OF—FUCK!”
The stab of pure pain is instant. Blistering. Cataclysmic. Like someone lit a match and dropped it straight down my pants. Searing, burning pain registers where there should be only pleasure.
My eyes fly open. My hips jerk, my hand flies off my dick like it’s radioactive. Pure white-hot agony courses through my dick. I fall back against the headboard, smacking my head against the wood—hard, clutching myself with a strangled, wheezing gasp.
Aaaah fuuuck!
What the—
Okay, Grant. Breathe. Assess.
Nope—zero assessing. Just fire. Fire everywhere. I look down in horror.
My dick…
My actual, loyal, hard-and-well-working dick…is currently being flambéed in my pants.
I don’t know what thefuckis happening, but Idoknow whatever this is—it’s not fucking good!
In my state of pure panic, it takes me several seconds to connect the dots. Then it hits me.
The fuckingDeep Heat.
The godforsaken ointment is still on my hands—from where I rubbed Mia’s calf earlier.
I bolt from the bed, yanking my jeans further down, pants falling half-undone to my knees, cock throbbing for all the wrong reasons, I hobbit limp-shuffle to my bedroom door, yanking it open, and sprint across the hall with my jeans now looped around my ancles; my foot snags, tripping over my jeans, and I slam headfirst into the wall with a thud that rattles the family photos.
Mother of Fuck!
Scrambling to get back up, like a man possessed, I’m desperate for water to rinse off the chemical burn that's making my most sensitive and treasured body part feel like it's being set on fire.
I stumble forward, yanking my shirt over my head, hissing with my jeans and briefs now hanging off one ankle, cock flailing in protest, I reach the door and don’t knock—I don’thavetime to knock—I just throw open the door and—
Freeze.
Mia stands under the shower, behind the clear glass partition, completely naked. Hands furiously splashing water between her legs like she’s got her own personal emergency—and she does.
Her head whips up toward me. Her eyes blow wide.
What the—?She screeches.
“My dick! I yell.
What? She yells back looking perplexed.
