Page 20 of One Good Puck (Denver Bashers #5)

Gavin

W hile I wait for the water to warm up, I take off my clothes.

I step under the showerhead, hot water washing over me. I give my dick a rough tug and let out a low groan. This is going to be quick. Just a few strokes to get myself off, that’s it.

But then I hear a soft sound on the other side of the wall, where Abby’s bathroom is.

I still my hand, confused. What was that?

A second later, I hear it again. It’s muffled and high-pitched. It sounds kind of like a sigh. It’s quiet for a second, but then I hear it again. And again.

And that’s when my brain finally figures it out. It’s the sound of someone moaning. It’s the sound of Abby moaning. It’s pitchy and muffled, and there’s no question what she’s doing…

She’s touching herself. In the shower. Just like I am.

My cock gets even harder in my hand. She moans again, louder this time. And then there’s another sound. A soft buzzing sound .

She’s using a vibrator.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter. My cock is so hard, it hurts. Just listening to the sound of her getting herself off with a vibrator is enough to make my head explode.

She’s turned on too from almost kissing, just like I am.

I stroke myself again, slowly this time, pressing my eyes shut at the pressure currently building in my balls.

But then I stop myself. I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t jerk off to the sound of her pleasuring herself, as sexy as it is, as much as I want to. It crosses every boundary I possess as a decent human being.

Do you really wanna be decent right now? Or do you wanna get off in the hottest way imaginable?

I know what my answer should be. If I were a truly good guy, I’d pull my hand away, rinse off, and step out of this shower. I’d ignore the hot-as-fuck sounds Abby’s making on the other side of this wall and go to bed.

I like to think that deep down, I’m a good person. I treat the people around me with respect. When I see someone in need, I try to help. I don’t break the law.

So maybe, just this one time, it would be okay if I let myself be bad.

The logical part of my brain knows that’s bullshit, that it’s just an excuse. But I don’t want to listen. Right now, the filthy part of me doesn’t give a fuck what’s right or moral or the ethical thing to do.

The sound of Abby’s vibrator and her soft moans fills my ears. I give myself a slow tug. Heat simmers in my balls and the base of my spine. Fuck .

Jerking off always feels good. It’s a physical release after all. But to do it like this, when I can hear Abby moaning and gasping as she plays with herself, it’s even better. Hotter. Dirtier .

I stroke myself again and again. It’s a struggle to keep from going too fast and blowing my load instantly, but I want this to last. I want to time my strokes with her sounds. It feels more real that way. It feels like we’re doing this together.

Just like earlier, I let my imagination run wild. I close my eyes and imagine Abby in the shower with me, water running down her body, down her shoulders and tits and stomach, her hand between her legs. In her other hand, she’s holding her vibrator.

I grab her by the waist and pull her against me. I stand there and watch, mesmerized by how sexy she is when she touches herself.

And then I lean down and capture her mouth in a slow and teasing kiss. It’s not long before I’m kissing her hard though, because I can barely take how much I want her.

I lean down and suck her tits. She gasps and whines and whimpers and tells me how turned on she is.

And then I take the vibrator from her hand and push her gently against the shower wall.

Her eyes are big and bright, and her chest is heaving with the big breaths she’s taking. She’s so turned on…

I hold her gaze as I flip on the vibrator and say, “It’s my turn to get you off, sweetness.”

I press the vibrator against her clit, making sure to start at a slow speed. I want to tease her. I want to draw this out for her. I’d make this so, so good for her.

She sinks her teeth into her lush bottom lip, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

My eyes are rolling back, too. I’m jerking myself faster now, and harder. I’m way, way too turned on for this to last much longer .

In my X-rated fantasy, Abby’s panting and her whole body is trembling, aching for release.

She looks at me, those dazzling green eyes hazy from arousal.

“Please, Gavin. Please let me come.”

My knees buckle as the heat in my dick and balls boils over. Fuck . Just imagining her begging me to give her an orgasm is going to send me over the edge.

With her moans and whimpers and the soft buzz of her vibrator around me, I imagine her climaxing. I imagine the way she screams. In my fantasy, she’s so loud, my ears are ringing.

And then, when she finally comes down, I look her in the eye and say, “On your knees, sweetness.”

She smiles and lowers to the floor.

“Open that pretty mouth,” I grunt.

She does what I tell her. Because she’s a good girl and she wants to take my cock in her mouth. She wants to take my come down her throat.

God, this is dirty. Depraved. Fucked up. But I can’t stop myself.

This fantasy is completely unhinged and feral, but it’s exactly what I want. What I need .

Abby’s moans on the other side of the wall are louder now. The buzzing sound is louder too, like she put it on a higher setting. I bet she’s close. I hope she is. I want her to come. I want her to feel so good…

A few seconds later, I hear a muffled, pitchy noise. Like a yelp or a scream. She’s coming.

I jerk my fist faster around my cock, which is hard as concrete. A second later, I blow. The pleasure and heat inside of me collide. A feral noise rips from my throat, but I clench my jaw and swallow back the sound. I can’t make any noise. I don’t want her to hear me.

My come blasts against the tile in front of me. I fall forward and brace myself with my hand on the shower wall, panting. I’m dizzy, my vision is blurry, and my ears are ringing. Holy shit . I haven’t come that hard from jerking off in…ever.

My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath. When the ringing dies down, it’s quiet. No more moans or buzzing from Abby’s side of the wall.

I quickly wash up and rinse off, then step out of the shower. As I dry off, I can’t help but feel embarrassed. That was the most messed-up thing I’ve ever done.

But it felt good. Really fucking good.

I catch myself wondering how Abby’s feeling. If she’s feeling more relaxed after making herself come. If she thought of me while she pleasured herself…

God, I hope so. That would be the hottest thing in the fucking world to know that she thought of me to get herself off.

My cock stirs just thinking about it. But then my brain puts a stop to that dirty thought.

That’s it. No more filthy fantasies about Abby.

As I crawl into bed and try to fall asleep, I know that’s going to be next to impossible. But I need to try.