Roll For Initiative

6. Lucian

I shut the bathroom door and turned on the shower.

I can’t seem to get her out of my mind.

While holding her, it was like her body molded to mine.

Having her tucked under my chin, with her head on my chest.

It felt perfect.

I can’t help but think back to the hug in the parking lot.

She stirred something in me.

Something feral.

I really hope she didn’t hear that growl.

It just slipped out.

Why did holding her feel so right, though? She is just a friend, my best friend at that.

But why am I just now starting to feel like this? It’s like seeing her today, and it was like looking at her for the first time.

I am noticing how beautiful she is when she smiles or when her nose crinkles when she laughs.

Her tight ass and perky tits are perfectly sized for me to hold and caress.

Her plump, pouty lips, and the way she bites her bottom lip when she is nervous.

Seeing her bite her lip earlier made me want to grab her by the chin and bite her lip myself.

It’s like she is enticing me without even trying.

Steam is filling the bathroom, so I step into the shower.

I rest my back against the tile wall.

I let the hot water fill up my cupped hands, then splash it over my face, rubbing my hands along my jaw and neck.

I need to shave before we leave.

I run my hands across my chest, down my stomach, and stop above my pubic bone.

Thinking of Cassie has turned me on again.

Why is she having this sort of effect on me? This isn’t right.

I shouldn’t be thinking of her like this, but why can’t I stop?

I keep thinking of when we bumped heads in the hall.

She said Sir in such a joking fashion.

If only she knew what that word did to me.

I slowly slide my hand up and down my shaft.

What I wouldn’t give to have her on her knees when she refers to me as Sir.

I tighten my grip on my cock, close my eyes and let my mind wander as I lean into the scolding hot water.

She’s there.

Naked.

She is kneeling on the shower floor.

The water is causing her beautiful brown hair to cling to her body.

Droplets run down her cheeks like tears as she looks up at me—those damn puppy dog eyes of hers.

I bite my lip.

Stroking my length faster, and I grip a bit tighter .

Her lips are there, kissing the tip.

Her tongue laps out to taste the small pool of precum that’s gathered at the tip.

She licks up and down my cock, slowly at first.

Then she wraps those beautiful plump lips around the tip and swallows my cock to the back of her throat.

I bottom out, my balls slap against her chin.

I pick up the speed stroking my dick, fantasizing that I am fucking her throat.

She’s practically choking on it as she bobs her head up and down.

I run my fingers through her hair, gripping at the scalp, and thrust harder and harder into her mouth.

Her eyes never leave mine.

Yes, Cassie, just like that.

Such a good girl.

I pump my fist a few more times than picture shooting my load down her throat.

Watching her lick her lips and swallow every bit of me.

Such a good girl.

My good girl.

Mine?

The feeling of insane pleasure and an equal amount of shame wash over me at once.

That was one of the best orgasms I have had in a long time, but it was from picturing me face fucking my best friend.

The one who literally is down the hall from me.

What is wrong with me?

I finish washing up, hoping to wash off some of this shame I can’t shake.

I grab a towel from the linen closet.

The stale scent hits my nose. Eww.

"5 more minutes than I’m all yours," I shout.

"No rush, I’m just chillin'." She shouts back.

I realize my bags are still in the hallway.

Shit.

I wrap the towel around my hips and walk down the hall to the pile of bags.

Her eyes take in every inch of exposed skin, pausing at the new dragon tattoo on my ribs.

She licks, then bites her lower lip.

Damn that habit of hers.

"Take a pic.

It’ll last longer." I laugh at her.

Her face turns a bright shade of crimson.

"That pic would break my phone.

Now get your ass ready; we are going to be late." She quips back.

I can tell she is affected by me.

Her face is red, she was biting her lip, and she is clenching her thighs together.

I chuckle and shake my head as I grab my bag of clean clothes and turn back toward the bedroom.