Page 47 of Pick Me

I went to the fruit basket for an apple, but there were only a banana and two of Thea’s oranges precariously placed. I stared at the phallic fruit, whimpering as I thought about how Thea ate her orange the other day. Peeling off the skin and then pulling it apart segment by segment and sucking the juices out before popping it into her mouth.

Juice dripping from the corners of her lips.

A soft moan as the sweet liquid hit her tongue.

Did that even happen, or had I imagined it?

I didn’t know. It didn’t matter what Thea said or did. Apparently, my brain was ready to make everything a declaration of love.

I was fucking done for. All thanks to Britt and the curse she’d put on me. The witch accusation never felt truer than now. She had to be doing something powerful to make my head spin like this over a girl I hated. And I did hate her… right?

I shook my head. Of course I did. You can imagine your enemy riding your cock reverse-cowboy style while you pulled on her hair and notlikeher. Plenty of people hate fuck, and that was all I was thinking about. Doing things to her that would make it awfully difficult to talk through.

“Right,” I said to myself, standing up straight and heading over to the bathroom. “I’m going to fix this once and for all.”

I breezed through the bathroom door and slammed it shut. Leaning on it, I closed my eyes and blew out several short breaths.

“You can do this,” I whispered, my chest heaving. “You can stop thinking about Thea.”

When I was prepared enough to move, I shifted out of my clothing and stood in front of the mirror, looking down at my sad erection. It wasn’t sad because of its size or anything. It was sad because it was thinking about someone it would never get.

Then my eyes caught the little pink perfume bottle sitting just behind the faucet. Flowery with a hint of citrus, and I closed my eyes, remembering that smell well. A shiver ran up my spine, which could be due to thinking about my roommate naked, or could be due to the fact I’d been standing in the bathroom with no clothes on for the better part of five minutes.

I grumbled under my breath before spinning on my heel and turning the shower on. The noise of the water hitting the tile calmed me.

I was in a rainforest on a hot day, not in a shared bathroom.

I was calm.

I was happy.

My shoulders relaxed when I stepped into the shower, only for me to cry out in pain the second the water touched my skin. I’d put it on the coldest setting, and my mind wasn’t prepared. With my hand on the dial, I turned the heat up, letting the water heat.

As my body warmed, I forced myself to relax.

Ah, this was nice.

I looked down at my dick and frowned. It was still hard, and I wondered how was I able to walk around all day with that thing hanging out? It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

Resigned to the fact I had no one to fix this but myself, I wrapped my hand around my cock and used the other to steady myself against the title. Then I tried to imagine some celebrity between me and the shower wall. I didn’t know or care who.

I just wanted to get off without thinking of Thea.

Oh, shit. There I went again. Her face and that weird Covey U onesie flashed through my mind, and surely, that fluffy thing alone should be enough to tame my boner.

So why was I jerking myself off still?

It was probably to do with the fact I was thinking about pulling the zipper down with my teeth to reveal Thea’s phenomenal tits, ones I hadn’t been able to admire until last night.

Round and perfectly pert. I bet if I sucked them into my mouth, they’d peak and she’d thread her hands through my hair, keeping me in place. Gentle laps of my tongue against her nipple were all I’d give her until she begged me for my cock.

Bet she’d take it so well too.

My hand worked faster, and the vein in the side of my neck protruded so much I thought it might pop. I persevered. I got this far, and I could feel myself on the precipice of coming.

If she was between the wall and me, I’d be able to slip my dick right in and watch the shock register on her face. “Jackson,” she’d moan out like it was the best fucking thing she’d ever said.

“Fuck yeah,” I whispered, moving my hand faster. My balls were tightening, so I slowed down, still thinking about Thea.

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