Page 20 of The Chemistry of Us

“Can I use your shower?”

Sure, whatever.

“Can I borrow a shirt?”

Why did they always want to steal your clothes?

“I like your toothpaste.”

The fuck?

“I think we’re a good match.”

Smile, just smile.

“You know…”

No, I actually didn’t, nor would I ever care.

I needed to rip the Band-Aid off, so I stated, “This was fun, but you need to go home now.”

We never actually had sex, which was a first for me. We made out for a bit, but the chick was a moaner, and I barely grazed her tit. I wasn’t much for theatrics, and most of the time, if they put on a show before I even touched them, it was an automatic hell no. I just wanted her to leave so I could crash or stare at the shared wall with Tru.

Fucking Tru.

It was all her fault that I couldn’t seal the deal, and I was beyond pissed about it. This wasn’t the first time she cockblocked me, and for some reason, I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Not when she lived in the room next to me, and not when she was tutoring me, and not when I had to see her face every damn day.

“And then I thought, why not go on a date later this weekend and?—”

“No.” I jumped out of bed. “I don’t do dates.”

Her eyebrows drew in close to her nose in confusion. “I thought we had?—”

“We had something I like to call passing the time.” I opened my bedroom door, showing her the way with my finger.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Tell your friends!”

The slamming front door was like a deep tissue massage as I grabbed my towel and walked toward the bathroom to take a quick shower. I turned it on, hoping like hell the cold water would drown out the thoughts in my mind.

Visions of Tru bent over the bed as I slammed into her.

Tru on the dresser and me on my knees, spreading her legs apart and devouring her.

Tru riding my cock while I watched her tits bounce as I gripped her thighs so fucking hard, wanting to mark her.

I was under the shower in seconds, trying to wash away the images of her. Before I knew it, I leaned my arm against the wall. My face rested against it as the cold water ran over my head and down my entire body. I closed my eyes while my hand found my throbbing hard cock.

I needed some release, but I couldn’t go there with whatever the hell her name was, so I did the only thing I could.

I stroked myself while picturing nothing but the feel of Tru’s tight pussy wrapped around my dick.

The way I’d make her moan.

The way I’d make her pant.

The way I’d make her scream my name, begging me for mercy on my relentless pursuit for her cum.

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