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Rhodes

W ater sluiced over my body in a steady stream of heat and massaging pressure. My muscles relaxed, bit by bit, as I let the shower work its magic and release the tension from my shaky and abused body. A body that was betraying me, yet again.

I’d had another seizure, though this was one less of a full-on fit and more of the absent type.

The only reason I knew it had happened was because of the time I had lost. It felt like I had woken up after sleeping in an awkward position, my entire body achy and stiff while my head pounded like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull.

I’d been disoriented, confused, and my tongue had felt too big for my mouth.

With a herculean effort, I had managed to roll over, reach out my arm, and snag my phone from where it had fallen to the floor.

The last thing I remembered was the cop leaving the house, and suddenly it was mid-afternoon the next day.

I couldn’t even recall making my way up the stairs to my bedroom, let alone tucking myself in.

It must have been Mikey, whom I’d discovered had slept in the guest room in the armchair beside the bed.

I’d stumbled my way down the hall to check on them, curious if my slow memory was correct and I still had visitors, or if my brain was too muddled and had accidentally combined separate scenarios.

I was glad it wasn’t the latter.

My mind drifted back to a particular, fair-haired ghosty, and my cock twitched at the memory of seeing her without anything obscuring her from me.

There were no trees and bushes, no shadows, and certainly no seizures that hid any part of her from my view, and I was finally able to see her in her exquisite entirety.

Heat pooled deliciously in my lower belly, my cock now standing at full attention as I pictured those perfectly pouty lips that just begged to bit nipped and sucked.

And that body . All those delicious curves teased and tested my desire to be a gentleman.

I wasn’t even sure if it was possible for me to touch her or if I’d fall right through, but by god, I wanted to.

I wanted to run my fingers through that long, silky hair.

I wanted to trace the dips and curves of her breasts, her hips, and fuck me, her ass.

So plump, my teeth ached to sink into the bountiful flesh.

It was clear that before she’d died, she had taken great care of her body. Her curves were the perfect balance between muscular and soft, in such a way that enhanced the strength that lay beneath. She was toned, but still fleshy enough to jiggle in all the best places.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. Kali was… perfection.

My brain conjured up an image of her on her knees before me, her pink lips wrapped around my sensitive head as she sucked and licked.

I wondered if she would enjoy the way I tasted, if she would spit or swallow, or if she would prefer if I forewent spilling my seed down her throat in favour of painting her in streaks of white.

Pleasure pulsed through my shaft and squeezed at my balls.

I ached . My need for her had never been stronger, and I couldn’t resist sliding my hand down my front.

I paused at my chest, flicking my nipples in an attempt to drag out the pleasure.

I wanted to feel how good she could make me feel without even needing to touch me.

She didn’t even have to be here to undo me, and I swore that thought alone almost made me lose control.

How could someone like her even exist? Her strength, her perseverance.

Even death hadn’t cowed her. She was still fighting despite having lost the biggest fight of them all.

But was it? There was more to this story than I knew, and life didn’t end at death.

It was a mystery I suddenly wanted to solve, not for my sake, but because I needed to know that regardless of what happened to me, wherever I ended up, she would be okay.

She had Chance now, and while that thought was comforting, I couldn’t help the stab of envy that jolted through me. Lucky bastard.

But at the thought of Chance, the image in my head suddenly changed.

No longer was Kali just on her knees for me, but she was bent over, her ass in the air as she presented herself to Chance.

And fuck, what a stunning pair they made.

I imaged his cock to be long and thick, the head an angry red as he strained to contain himself before he blew all over her back, before he’d even had the chance to be inside her.

I imagined him notching his crown at her hot, wet slit, and slowly pushing in.

She would moan, the sound reverberating down my cock and settling in my balls.

I twitched so hard my hand flew down to grip the base in an attempt to stop myself from blowing.

My orgasm was just there, so close. Too close.

I didn’t think I would ever had the opportunity to fuck Kali, let alone spit roast her with her brother-in-law. I wanted this to last.

My hand coasted up my shaft, my palm brushing against my most sensitive spots, and I couldn’t withhold my groan of pleasure if I’d tried.

I did it again, enjoying the way my cock pulsed in time with my fast beating heart.

My breaths came out in harsh, shallow puffs as I slowly coaxed my pleasure even higher.

Eventually, when the ache became too much to bear, my other hand skirted lower until I was cupping my balls, rolling them between my fingers and squeezing to try to ease the discomfort.

Not yet. Not yet…

But imaginary Chance thrust into Kali from behind, so hard she choked on my cock as it slid further down her throat, and tears sprung to her eyes as she held my gaze from beneath her low-lidded lashes.

It threw me right to the edge until I was teetering, a gentle breeze all it would take to push me over.

It wasn’t a gentle breeze that did it. I could hear it inside my head like it was happening in real life, the way Chance would shout out his release as he pumped his seed deep inside her womb. The way Kali would scream around my thick, throbbing cock as she clamped down on him.

The way she would suck every last drop clean from my tip.

And I came.

I came so hard, my vision whited out, and my knees buckled.

I crashed to the floor of the shower, crumpling beneath the spray as wave after wave of pure pleasure spurted from me and onto the tiles, mingling with the water as it ferried it down the drain.

I was left, panting and bruised from the fall, but completely spent and utterly satisfied.

If sex with Kali was anything like what I’d imagined, whoever got the pleasure would be one lucky fucking guy.

Just as my sight was returning to me, my heart rate finally slowing down, a knock sounded on the bathroom door.

‘Rhodes? You okay, in there?’ Mikey. ‘I heard a scream and a thud.’

‘Yeah,’ I called out, pleased when my voice didn’t break with how weak I felt after the power of that orgasm. It had wiped me out. Literally. ‘I just slipped in the shower, but I’m okay.’

‘You sure?’ he asked, hesitant, and his concern for me felt good. It had been a long time since anyone besides Jessica and Davey had truly cared about my well-being, but even they had their own lives to live and couldn’t watch over me every second of every day. And I wouldn’t want them to.

Still, it brought a smile to my face and warmth to my heart I hadn’t felt since before my parents had gotten sick.

‘Yeah, man. I’m good.’

‘Okay, well, shout if you need us.’

What a sweet guy. No wonder he was shy. I would bet he’d been taken advantage of a lot in his youth before he’d learned to hide himself away.

‘Will do,’ I called out, then relaxed back against the tiles after I heard him walk away.

I reached up, still sprawled on the floor, to turn the shower off.

I stayed put for a while longer, just letting the steam swirl around me for a while longer as I air-dried as much as was possible.

The orgasm was incredible, and more than needed, but it had taken a lot out of me.

I felt myself lagging, my eyelids drooping, my shoulders slumping forward. I needed to rest and recuperate.

And what a fucking blow to the ego that was. Soon enough, I already knew I wouldn’t even be able to get it up. This could potentially have been my last orgasm, or even my last boner.

Wait… Nope. It wasn’t. I was already getting hard again while I reminisced. Kali’s face flashed in my mind once more, stirring my arousal right back up. At least that was something.

I finally moved when I started to lose sensation from my ass and below, my skin peeling away from the tiles after getting stuck from sitting here for so long.

I didn’t know how long, but the extractor fan had already removed the steam, the mirror was no longer fogged up, and the air was chillier than it should have been right after a shower.

It took a lot of effort to pick myself up, then even more to wrap the towel around my waist and drag my feet back to my bedroom. As soon as I reached my bed, I practically fell onto my mattress, damp towel still in place, and promptly fell asleep.

∞∞∞

A large hand on my shoulder gently shook me awake, and I groaned as my eyes were forced open by the action.

Light streamed in from the window, the curtains still open because I had crashed before I could close them last night.

I could tell from the brightness currently assaulting my senses that it was some time in the afternoon, since my bedroom faced westward.

‘Hey, Rhodes, I’m sorry to wake you,’ a soft-spoken male voice I belatedly recognised as Mikey’s began, ‘but the police are at the door, and they’re asking for you.’

‘The… police?’ I slurred and blinked my eyes blearily at the older man.

‘Yeah. They’re… well, you’ll just have to come down and speak to them yourself.’