Page 29 of Perfect Score

Walking over to the tiled shower, I reach in and start the shower. Everything is still damp from when she was in here a little while ago but the steam from the mirrors are already wiped down from her doing her makeup.

I pull my jeans down along with my boxers in one quick motion.

My cock bobs out in front of me, completely erect and demanding attention.

If it were up to me, I wouldn’t be in this bathroom alone. Instead that dress would be ripped to shreds, lying in a heap on the hotel room floor, with Zoey underneath me begging me to give it to her harder—and I would.

Next, I pull off my t-shirt and head straight for the shower.

I walk under the spray as the water runs over my head and down my back. I can’t stop the imagery of Zoey stepping out of the bathroom in that “fuck me” dress.

Then I imagine her dropping to her knees, her mouth opening for me as she takes my cock against her hot eager tongue.

“Fuck… Zoey,” I mumble under my breath.

I see her conditioner on the shower floor. Picking it up, I pop open the lid and take a deep inhale taking in her scent.

It’s the same sweet hibiscus and rosehip that she used to use in high school, but the smell has changed a little over the years.

I squeeze out some of the conditioner into my palm and wrap my hand around my shaft and begin to work myself, watching behind my eyelids as my imagination has Zoey’s hand and her mouth taking care of me.

I lean my left forearm against the tiled shower. I know I don’t have a long time, but with how quickly my balls tighten at thethought of fucking Zoey in that dress, and the smell of her conditioner as if she's in here with me, I know I won’t last long anyway.

She shouldn’t be wearing that dress for anyone but me.

I continue to work my shaft from root to tip as if Zoey could take me that deep. And then, when the thought of pulling out of her wet mouth and coming all over her breasts and the front of her dress hits me, I can’t stop my climax from ripping through me.

I muffle my groans against the arm that’s holding me up as hot white cum spurts from my tip and onto the shower floor.

I give myself a second for my breathing to even out and then I begin to rinse down the shower.

I know I told her I’d be quick, so I run through my routine quickly, using the hotel's shampoo and conditioner on my hair instead of the all-in-one I brought with me since it’s still in my overnight bag that I left in my luggage out in the other room.

I was in too big of a hurry to conceal my interest in Zoey to bother with anything other than getting to the bathroom.

I finish washing my body and then turn off the shower water.

I towel dry quickly and then grab Zoey’s Xtreme hair dryer, hoping to dry my hair quickly. Within five minutes, I open the door to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist.

Of course, hotel towels are never made for guys my size, and the terry cloth barely covers, but it covers me.

I head straight for my luggage that I left towards the front of the room where we came in, close to where Zoey was finishing up with her accessories.

She is still right where I left her, and she doesn’t seem any the wiser as to what happened just now in the shower.

I keep my eyes on my luggage, keeping my eyes off Zoey’s backside. The last thing I need is a second erection in this tiny towel. Not that I would care if Zoey saw what she does to me. Theissue is that she’s the one who doesn’t want anything to do with me.

The second I get to my luggage, near the mirror where Zoey is standing, I see her glance over at me.

I was trying to keep my eyes off her until I was at least in a pair of boxer briefs and slacks, but curiosity got the best of me, and I look over to find her scanning me from top to bottom.

The minute her eyes reach back up to mine and when she realizes that this is the second time that I’ve caught her checking me out today, she whips her eyes away and clears her throat.

A smile forms on my lips.

She’s not completely immune to me, either. But I don’t want to be second best, and that’s what I’ll always be, even if I get her to forgive me for prom and give me a real chance.

I’ll always be second to Liam.

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