Walking into my bedroom, I head straight for my closet. I grab my carry-on from the top shelf and move back to my bed. Opening the bag, I check my toiletries that I keep in there and see that they are still good. Heading back to the closet, I grab what I need. Between my closet and dresser, I’m packed and ready to go in five minutes.
With the bag zipped and ready to go, I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower. As it heats up, I lean against the counter and study myself in the mirror. Conveniently, I got my hair cut yesterday, so it looks good. I have some scruff coming in along my jaw, but nothing a good shave can’t fix.
Turning away from the mirror, I strip, tossing my dirty shorts into the laundry basket, and get into the shower. Shutting my eyes, I stand under the water, letting it pound over me as my mind wanders.
Aurora openly flirts with me when we talk but is she really interested? Am I too old for her?
Honestly, I can’t blame Ezra for storming into the gym pissed off. I wish I were there too. I wish they would have invited us so we could all start off on a level playing field. If there’s one thing I know about those two, it’s that they didn’t waste any time. I wouldn’t be surprised if they seduced her within minutes of introducing themselves. Women tend to not be able to help themselves around them. The way they are so attuned to one another, it’s almost as if they are twins without the blood relation to creep you out.
Chicks dig that shit.
They’ve spent at least one entire day with her already.
Do they want her just for themselves? Are they oversharing with E and me?
Thoughts bombard over and over.
“Stop overthinking. It’s going to be fine,” I scold myself as I reach for my razor to run it over my face.
I think back to the way she looked on the live. She’s always so gorgeous. I remember the first time I saw her picture.
She’d messaged each of us, introducing herself and telling us each what she liked about our individual and group content.
I remember thinking she couldn’t be real. I was sure we were being catfished. She looked like a literal goddess in the photo on her page. I was ready to message right back, but Ezra made us wait. He wanted to stalk her a bit to find out if she was for real.
He still doesn’t think she’s for real, but he couldn’t keep us from interacting with her. Not that he could when he also likes to comment on her shit.
What would Aurora look like with whipped cream covering her body?
My mind conjures the image easily. Aurora lying on the kitchen counter she always cooks on. She’s naked as the day she was born, her legs spread for me. I’d dip my finger in the cherry mixture she made up, bringing my fingers to her lips so she could taste it off me.
She’d be naughty though. She wouldn’t just lick it off. No, she would tease me by sucking my finger into her mouth. My dick would jerk at the sensation, knowing he could have it if he wanted it.
In reality, my hand reaches down, squeezing my throbbing member. Even the thought of her has me going crazy. I start to stroke as I let my mind play out the fantasy.
I’d spray the whipped cream everywhere I’d want to lick. Her pretty, pink nipples and that pussy that I know will be heaven. She’d shiver at the cool sensation, but she’d want to be good for me, so she’d stay still.
I’d start with her nipples, licking and nibbling until she’s a withering mess underneath me. I wouldn’t move on until she’s begging me for more. When she was needy enough, I’d finally kneel between her legs, sucking the cream from her before thrusting my fingers inside of her. She’d cant her hips, trying to get me deeper, but I wouldn’t give in at first. I’d wait until she was just about on edge before I’d sink my fingers into her so deep, my teeth nipping her clit as she fell over the edge.
The sound of my name on her lips.
I can hear her saying my name now. That’s what sets me off. I spill my seed all over the side of the shower, my body giving in to the pleasure.
Fuck, the woman is going to be the death of me and we haven’t even met yet.
We will though. Soon.
I hurry through the rest of my shower and get out. After drying off, I toss the towel in the laundry basket before heading to my closet. Once dressed, I go back to the bathroom and run my hands through my hair, making it look a little less like I just ran a towel through it.
Grabbing the laundry basket, I take it to the living room, where I drop it next to the washer and dryer. The housekeeper is set to stop by tomorrow to do her usual tidying and will wash it then. Heading to the kitchen, I pull the blender forward. Moving to the fridge, I grab what I need and head back to the blender.
On autopilot, I make a protein shake for myself and Ezra. As I’m washing out the blender, Ezra comes into the kitchen, staring at his phone.
“I made one for you.”
“Thanks,” he mutters, not looking up from his phone.
He comes to a stop at the island and pulls out a barstool as I slide his drink toward him. “We need to leave as soon as we’re done with these,” he says, lifting his cup.
