Dirty Princes (Hot Candy 3)

Stop it.

Hey, you can jack off. At least that much is permitted?

Awesome. I’m going crazy, arguing with the voices inside my head.

Groaning, I get to my feet and carry the dirty container to the kitchen of my lonely bachelor’s pad to throw into the trash. But instead of returning to the living room afterward, I brace my hands on the counter and bow my head.

I need… something. Something I can’t name. I think it’s been bothering me for a while. It’s not physical, although the hard-on I’m sporting is burning through my pants.

It’s an ache I can’t place. A void I can’t fill.

I push away and turn my steps toward the bedroom. At least I can do something about the physical discomfort. It’s true, jacking off is okay.

Well, as far as anyone can tell. Maybe I should do as my father insists, go and check…

No.

Shaking my head, I unbutton my shirt and work on my pants. I unzip my pants carefully, not to snag my dick, and push everything off.

Naked, I stand in the middle of my room, fisting my cock.

How’s this for breaking my schedule, huh?

How’s this for undoing my resolution from earlier today to keep to the rules?

Yeah. Fuck that. Tonight I need this. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. My cock is trembling in my hand, rock-hard, hot like fire, throbbing in time to my racing heartbeat.

I should worry.

I should stop.

But I can’t.

Fuck.

I stumble into the bathroom, turn on the shower. Slam my hand into the wall. Curse.

My heart is racing faster. My cock twitches.

I step under the warming spray, place my hands on the tiled wall, turn my face into the water. Try for calm.

It’s okay. This is fine. I’ve been training for years. I’m in great form.

You think you are, but you haven’t checked, have you? Not since—

Shut up, voice.

Deep breaths, in and out.

I drop one hand to my cock, wrap my fingers around the fat girth and moan. Fuck, this is good. Just this, the drag of my hand on overheated skin, along my rigid dick, teasing the sensitive spot under the head.

Again.

And again.

My breath puffs out, and I turn my head to the wall, staring at the blue tiles, seeing something completely different.

Her face, mouth open, taking my cock deep, moaning in pleasure as she pleasures me, my hand twisted in her long hair, pulling with each thrust. I fuck her mouth, hard, and my balls draw up, aching and full.