Page 55 of Dirty Pucker

Her pouty mouth. The rosy flush painting her cheeks and chest. Her hot, wet breath ghosting over my lips. The way she smelled, like fruit and flowers. Those blue eyes blown out from arousal…

I jerk myself slow and hard in my fist, savoring her image in my head.

Pressure builds in my cock. It works up my abdomen and chest. I let out a shaky breath, careful to be quiet. The last thing I want is someone to overhear me jerking it in the bathroom.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but right now, my body needs release. I’m so turned on after those few minutes of Ingrid touching me that I know this boner isn’t going anywhere.

This is the only way to get rid of it.

My balls tense, and I move my hand faster. Heat gathers at the base of my spine. The muscles in my back and shoulders and legs tense the more aroused I get.

My brain pulls up the fantasy from earlier, of Ingrid naked and writhing underneath me.

I imagine fucking her slow and deep, taking my time with her. I imagine edging her until she can’t take it anymore and she’s begging for my cock and my mouth to finish her off. I imagine her whimpering and moaning in pleasure.

I imagine her screaming my name as she comes.

My knees buckle as the pressure in my cock and balls intensifies. I hunch forward, and the skin on my back and shoulders burns from the way Ingrid shredded my back earlier during the photoshoot.

That sharpness and pain are just what I need to push me over the edge.

I picture her dragging her nails across my back as she comes.

And that’s when I lose it. I work my dick in my fist fast and hard. Pleasure and heat pummel through me. A split second later, I blow my load into the sink.

A rough groan rips from my throat. I brace my hands along the edge of the sink and hunch forward as I catch my breath.

My vision goes blurry and it takes a dozen seconds of blinking before I can see again.

“Fuck…” I mutter. I stumble back and survey the damage. Thankfully none of my jizz ended up on the floor. I flip on the faucet and rinse out the sink. I dump some soap in there too, grab a paper towel, and wipe it around to clean it up as best as I can.

Then I wash up and head back to my dressing room, my skin burning hot with shame.

I just jerked off in a random bathroom. During a professional photoshoot. While fantasizing about my friend.

I scrub a hand over the side of my face and exhale. I’m a fucking freak.

Yeah, things between Ingrid and I got a little heated during the photoshoot. And sure, she was into it too.

But I’d bet anything she’s not in the bathroom touching herself right now.

Like clockwork, my dick twitches at the thought of her playing with herself. I shove the thought out of my mind.

“You need to stop thinking about her,” I mutter to myself.

But even as I say it, I know it’s bullshit. There’s no way I’m getting this woman out of my mind.

Chapter 19

Ingrid

Itry my best to nod along with Luc Jean, but I have no idea what he’s saying.

That’s because the only thing I can focus on right now is how hot it was to have my hands all over Del’s naked body.

Luc Jean says something and laughs. I chuckle along with him, but the whole time my brain is replaying those minutes with Del…

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Del in his birthday suit. Just a handful of days ago, when I was trapped in the steam room with him and his towel fell off, I got an eyeful of his muscled form.

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