Sometimes I feel like my dick has a mind of its own.
Her hand didn’t stop, only increasing its speed. I finally forced my sleepy eyes open and looked down at her. Twila’s blonde hair was tangled and wild as she lay naked and tuckedunder the sheet, kissing my abs while trying to jack me off. I reached down, softly stroking her hair. “Hey, babygirl,” I whispered, my voice croaky and tainted in sleep.
Her vibrant blue eyes looked up at me, and she smiled. “Good morning, big boy.” Her hand tugged at my dick. I couldn’t help but to react with a soft gasp and gentle thrust. “I was hoping to wake you with a nice surprise.” She really was thoughtful.
My mouth curled into an easy smile. “You sweet thing.” My hand lifted her chin, and she crawled over my body until we were face to face. Her eyes twinkled with excitement as she leaned down to kiss me. I kissed her back and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her naked body leaned against mine, her wet pussy sliding against my shaft while she breathed a moan into my mouth. The feeling made me twitch. Twila then began to rub herself against me, increasing her speed. I felt bad. Regardless of how good it felt, I knew I couldn’t perform the way she wanted me to. And I couldn’t stand the idea of displeasing her. She wasn’t just my girl, she was my everything. We had this deep connection that transcended sex and a stereotypical relationship. Twila was my goddess; my other half sent to show me what it meant to matter to another person…my soulmate. I loved her, I really did, but not in the way she loved me. And the fact made me feel guilty. I wished to be anything but how I was, so that I could fully satisfy her needs in every way. But I wasn’t what she truly wanted. I never would be.
“Twila,” I whispered into her mouth, breaking through her moans. She pulled back and eyed me. “I’m sorry, but—” She immediately stopped and burned bright red.
Great, now I feel like an ass.
Twila nodded with a weak smile and crawled back to her side of the bed. We sat there in silence, my dick still hard as a rock. It ached, and all I wanted was that pain to go away. “I’m going to take a shower,” I stated before rolling to my feet. Twila watchedme as I stumbled to the bathroom, cracked the door, and turned the shower on.
I waited for the water to warm up and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I felt bad for turning her down, but after last night, I didn’t want her. Was that wrong of me to admit? No. What was wrong was me cheating on Twila. She had been nothing but a perfect partner and friend, and here I was fucking around with someone else. Someone I had become addicted to. My eyes burned with anger as I looked at myself. That’s exactly what Motley had become. My own personal addiction. A fucking drug.
The room slowly began to fog from the hot, building steam, and my mind wandered. I was staring back into my own eyes through the mirrored reflection, but I didn’t see my face. No, I saw Motley’s, and just like that, my hardened dick swelled at the memory of his lips wrapped perfectly around me.
Goddamn it. I don’t need this right now!
I ducked into the shower, hoping the water would calm my aching urges. My eyes closed, and I ran my face under the water, feeling it drip and roll down my chest and body. My hands followed the trickling droplets, making their way down to my shaft. A surprising moan gasped from my throat as my body buckled from my own touch. I was shocked at how overly sensitive it was, but I couldn’t stop. Instead, I kept touching myself, increasing the pressure and speed at which I was moving. It felt so good, especially with the water running down my shaft. “Oh fuck—” I tried to silence my voice, but between my touch and the rambling endless thoughts of Motley, it was almost too much.
You tease.I recollected his body perfectly.You fucking tease.
I closed my eyes, hoping to end my torture, but it was no use. My body wanted more. I tried to appease it, but my hands weren’t enough, and I became frustrated. “Come on,” I growled through my clenched teeth.
Suddenly, I felt Twila’s hands reach around from behind me, and they quickly replaced my own. “Seems like you’re in the mood now,” she whispered against my back, kissing me. My head dipped back against hers with a sense of relief, and I fully surrendered myself. “That’s right,” she moaned into me. “Just let go.”
Twila kissed my body, but in my mind, it was Motley’s lips…his body pressed against mine and his hands stroking me. A weakened moan dripped from my mouth as she continued, my hips thrusting into her grasp. Her nipples rubbed against my back, and she moaned alongside me. The sounds she made and the feel of her soft touch, mixed with the fresh memory of Motley, were too much. Too agonizingly painful. I needed to come, now.
My body spun to face hers. I gripped her face, those burning blue eyes gazing up at me with such raw intensity as I kissed her with all my strength. Her body melted into mine, the two of us gasping to breathe through our kisses and the hot shower steam. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
“Kash—”
Before she could speak another word, I roughly turned her around and grabbed her hips while forcefully bending her over. She moaned and gasped as I then ran the tip of my dick along her folds, slightly pushing it against her swollen clit. “Oh fuck,” I breathed. Twila’s breathing was harsher than my own. She braced herself with her hands against the shower tile as I readjusted my position. “I need you to make me come, babygirl,” I whimpered. My dick was aching.
Twila rubbed her pussy against me, whimpering as she moved. “I’ll make you come, baby,” she groaned. “I’ll make you come so hard.” And with that, I pushed past her folds and slammed my dick deep inside her.
We both cried out as I slowly pulled back and reentered her body. My head dipped back, and my eyes shut as I pictured her tight cunt as something else. Someone else. I lost myself in the vivid imagination, completely breaking. I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself from crying out Motley’s name as I pounded into Twila. It wasn’t that I didn’t like fucking her. I rather enjoyed being with Twila. She was a goddess. But, I enjoyed being with Motley so much more. And he was a Grecian god.Mygod.
“Oh god.” My body tightened at the image of him in my brain. “Oh god!” And just like that, I crumbled.
Twila squeezed her walls around my shaft, almost refusing to let me go as she too began to come. Her moans were drowned out by my own as I pulled out and came so fucking hard all over her back. My dick twitched and flexed as I rubbed my shaft along her backside, my cum covering her slippery skin. I had to catch my breath, eventually slowing down and opening my eyes to see just how badly I needed this release.
Fuck, Motley.
“Wonderful!”Ducky clapped and applauded the band as we stood there, breathless and buzzed. Our rehearsal had been better than usual, the three of us seemingly just vibing and on the same wavelength. It was electric. “You three are really something!” Twila shadowed the old man, the two of them beaming at our performance. “Play like that tomorrow night and you will be sold out for the rest of the tour! No doubt!”
Carmen strummed her electric guitar. “Imagine this!” She played another note with a large grin. “I do a stage dive during our last song! Right after that bridge! Oh, the crowd will go wild!” She played a small portion of the song, then lifted her arms as if diving into a pool. “Right there! That would be rad! Hell, I could even keep playing or edge off into a little solo during the crowd surf!”
I shrugged, gripping the microphone. “I think it’s actually a pretty killer idea. Motley?” I turned to look back at the drummer, seeing he was twirling his drumsticks. I leaned closer to the microphone, and my voice filled the entire room as I spoke. “Should we let Carmen dive off into the deep?” I flicked my brow.
Motley tried not to smile, but I knew he had caught my tease. “Who doesn’t love diving?” Carmen played an ecstatically loud note on her guitar, pulling everyone’s eyes to her. Everyone except mine and Motley’s. He simply stared at me, licking his lips.
Now who’s the tease?I flicked my eyebrow again and grinned.
Carmen stopped playing, and Motley broke free from my stare. Ducky approached her, eyeing the distance from her position on the stage to the crowd. “I’ll make sure we have extra security in place, just to ensure nothing happens when you hit the crowd. That way, if anything happens, you’re good.”
Carmen laughed. “Ain’t nothing going to happen.” She poked his arm. “You worry too much, old timer.”
