Page 74 of Broken Prince
“I’m so sorry.” I feel a wave of disappointment hit me as she detaches herself from me.
“Don’t be. You looked like you were having a good sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.” I smile, moving to sit up while trying to ignore the fact that my cock is hard and my bladder is screaming at me.
“Thanks.” She smiles.
She’s sitting there in my shirt and boxers, hair rumpled from sleep, eyes still a little glossy.
Fucking hell, she looks gorgeous.
“I gotta pee,” I blurt, jumping from the bed and awkwardly trying to hide my erection as I take off towards the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I head over and pause. Yeah, there's no way I’m going to be able to piss with this thing. Not unless I want it to spray all over the damn room.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, pulling my clothes off and getting into the shower. Yeah, I’m about to piss in the shower, don’t judge me.
Turning the water on, I get it nice and hot before stepping under the spray. I do my thing and let it wash down the drain.
Giving myself time to get rid of this damn hardon, I wash my hair and body. By the time I’m done, the damn thing is still there.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock. There’s only one way to get rid of this thing. The same way I’ve been doing it every morning for over a month now.
I’m not used to this, always being so sexually charged.
Growing up, I thought I was broken because no man or woman made me feel anything... until him. Before Delaney, I’ve only been sexually attracted to one other person. I thought I might be gay. Until I met Delaney.
My head has been a mess for a long time now, and Prozac can’t fix this.
Maybe I’m Bi? Maybe I’m demisexual. I don’t know, and I don’t like not knowing. I hate feeling so lost, so confused.
I also fucking hate that the only two people I’ve ever felt anything for are people I can’t fucking have!
Closing my eyes, I put my arm against the shower wall and place my forehead against it.
My body tenses as I grip myself harder, stroking myself from root to tip. Biting my lip, Delaney pops into my mind. I imagine myself inside her again, her sweet moans as I thrust deep, her pussy clamped around my cock as I bring her pleasure. My lips wrapped around her peaked nipples, sucking them as I fuck into her.
My hand moves faster, my balls tingling, letting me know it isn’t going to take long before I’m cumming.
Chest heaving, I suck in a deep breath.
“Fuck, Laney,” I moan as I work myself harder, practically choking my cock.
In my mind, she’s close, her core quivering around my length. Then she’s cumming, squeezing, milking my dick, and demanding my cum.
Biting my arm, I let out a wounded sound as I cum hard, my body locking up. Thick long ropes of cum shoot out and spray the shower wall.
When I’m done, I stand there under the hot water, panting, as my body hums. It’s not enough, though; it’s never enough.
But it’s going to have to be because the idea of finding another woman to take care of these needs makes me want to puke, and my balls draw up into my body.
After I clean up the shower, I get out and dry off. Then I realize I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me because I didn’t think I was going to do what I just did.
Sighing, I wrap the towel around my waist and head out.
“Finally,” Laney groans. “I was about to find Justin’s room and demand to use his—” Her words cut off, eyes blinking as she stares at me. More like where the towel is hung low on my hips. Her eyes fill with heat. Dammit.
Well, I guess my new morning routine didn’t take care of my situation for very long. Clearing my throat, I move into the room and over to my bag.
“Sorry about that,” I tell her, my back to her. “I should have asked if anyone needed the bathroom before showering.”
“It’s okay,” she says slowly. “All good.” I hear the bathroom door shut a second later. Logan laughs.