Page 105 of Opening Strain

She moans.

Oh so good.

I pinch her nipple and her legs spread as wide as possible given the confines of the tub. Her breath comes in pants. My erection weeps in longing.

Our kisses deepen. My fingers rock in and out of her pussy. Water splashes overboard.

“Bennett!” Her body freezes, then she comes all over my hand. I prolong her bliss for as long as possible. When she slumps against the tub, I dry my fingers. In my mouth.

“I can’t believe that happened.”

Releasing my fingers, I stand, staring down into her languid grey eyes. “I can. It’ll only get better, I promise.”

I turn and walk into the shower positioned in front of the tub, my cock begging for relief. I turn on the spray, which fuels my need to get off right now. I stroke my erection and pretend it’s her hand on me. My groan echoes through the bathroom.

Like I conjured her, the door to the shower opens and a blonde head appears before me. “Let me help you out.” Her hand replaces mine on my shaft.

I know her professional ethics require we don’t have a relationship. “I don’t want you to compromise your principles.”

Standing under the spray, she says, “I want to do this. For you. And me.” Her mouth closes around my cock and all higher brain functioning ceases. She sucks and swallows and swirls her tongue around me. Her hand squeezes my shaft, then dips below to play with my balls.

I widen my stance, my thigh not issuing one complaint. My head almost explodes with the way her throat closes around me. In no time at all, I can’t hold back any longer. “Jenna,” I warn. “You need to step back.”

Instead of doing what I told her, she hums around my cock. I can’t stop what happens from here. Blindly, I reach out and cup the back of her head, guiding her to take all of me. With a final growl, I fly over the cliff.

When I return to my senses, I release her from my grip and my cock pops out of her mouth. She giggles.

The most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

“Come here, you.” I pull her to my body. We kiss like I’m not leaving on tour in mere hours.

After we wash away our extracurricular activities, we wrap fluffy white towels around us and stand in front of the mirror. “You’re amazing.”

Pink slides up her neck. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

Phones ringing pierce our happiness. Damn. Thought we’d have more time to do what we just did. Glancing at each other, we leave our steamy cocoon in search of our cells. I hear her say, “HeyCourt, everything alright? I have something I want to discuss with you.”

I answer my own phone, “Luke. This better be good.”

Our manager replies, “B. PR is on it.”

Nothing good comes after this statement. Ever. “What happened?”

Next to me, Jenna screams, “Oh my God!”

I turn to her as she clicks on a link Courtney obviously sent her. In my ear, Luke presses, “Seems it’s been leaked Jenna’s going to join UC on tour. Not the reason.”

Jenna’s eyes turn watery. “I can’t believe this.”

I demand, “What else?”

Luke pauses.

Jenna yells, “I have to leave!” She runs out of the room, her towel flapping behind her and jaw set at a hard angle.

Our manager says, “I can’t believe they contacted Darren’s family.”

Darren?

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