I groaned, holding the shower head tight as my body gave in. I imagined Chad’s hands there, between my legs, his tight body pressed against my back, his cock against my ass. I moved my finger, rubbing softly against my clit and moaned. I could almost feel his hot breath against my neck, his lips brushing against my ear the way it had when he hugged me at the studio.
I slipped a finger inside my cunt, moving it in and out slowly, my body arching against Chad’s imaginary cock. I moved my hand faster, and in the midst of it all, began moaning his name. The water mixed with my juices, and boy, was I dripping. I slipped a second finger inside, imagining him turning me around and thrusting deep inside me. I pressed my feet to the floor and my back to the way, trying not to slip as I flowed hot juices all over my hand.
“Damn you,” I moaned, imagining Chad smirking like he did so often after sex, saying “You’re welcome…” for making me cum. It was his way of maintaining control. And one of the reasons I ran as far away from him as possible.
At that moment, I hated him. I hated how he stirred up these feelings inside me again, how age had not changed how hot he was. On the contrary, he had become even hotter, and I felt the burning inside me only intensify when I imagined his mouth on my nipples, sucking hard.
Chad always had a penchant for the rough stuff. Squeezing my nipples a little too hard. Ramming his cock into me until I was sore. Tying my hands to the bed and slapping my ass so hard it left his handprint. He had these fur-lined handcuffs and blindfolds he asked me to wear. I’ll have to admit, I liked it rough, there was a definite turn-on for me, but again, for Chad, it was all about control. I wondered if he was still into it, the rough sex, the light S&M. I wondered if I would still enjoy it… I wondered if I’d have the chance to find out the answers to either or those questions.
I slid my fingers from inside and rubbed my clit, faster, harder, my hips grinding against my own hand, the whole of me wishing it was Chad’s hand making me cum again. I could see the smug look on his face when he was in control, doing whatever he wanted to my body, making me squirm in his touch. My hand tightened on the shower head as my knees buckled, and before I knew it, another orgasm shook through me like a tidal wave.
I leaned against the tiled wall, the hot water blasting against my naked body, my breaths coming in short gasps. I opened my eyes, whimpering with the reality of being alone in the shower, without Chad.
I turned around and let the water beat against my breasts. The heat that had built up was slowly subsiding, and I quickly finished off and stepped out from under the water.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the red in my cheeks, the flush across my breasts, the heat between my legs, the devilish twinkle in my eyes.
I hadn’t seen the woman in the mirror in a long time.
I couldn’t deny the reason she was back.
It was Chad.
It was always Chad.
CHAPTER TEN: Chad
“Earth to Chad!”
I blinked, momentarily forgetting where I was until Martin’s fingers started snapping in front of my face. I was standing in the large space that was soon to be the New York City location of Body by Chad . The large windows across the front of the space and the dozens of people rushing past on the sidewalk made it feel like the place had welcomed in the public already, and it took a moment for me to fully come back from where my mind had drifted to.
The truth was, I couldn’t care less about the space right now. I had gone back to the hotel with only Zoe on my mind, horny as fuck, and fallen asleep after a quick ice-cold shower that only made me hornier.
I kept imagining her everywhere, with me in the shower, under me in bed, blonde hair falling over those magnificent breasts as she rode me like a cowgirl on a prized stud bull.
I even contemplated ringing up the hot Asian girl behind the check-in desk just to take the edge off, but rejected the idea almost immediately. It wasn’t like me to avoid pussy, but I didn’t want my imagination tainted if the time came for the real thing… scary thought, that… me with Zoe, like the old days and old nights…
I wondered if the years would only make things better or worse.
Martin had woken me up way too early, and I would have throttled him if it wasn’t for how excited he was to show me the new place. He kept throwing clothes at me, telling me to hurry up and get dressed, practically pushing me out of the suite.
And still, all I could think about was Zoe and our dinner later tonight.
“Jesus Christ, it’s like I’m talking to a zombie,” Martin sighed, snapping his fingers at me again. “Dude? Where the fuck are you? Will you focus please? If you like this space I need to get the attorney to negotiate the lease. This is New York City. Spaces like this don’t stay on the market for long.”
I slapped his hands away, irritated. “Sorry, just a little… preoccupied.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Martin asked. “We’re on the verge of making the biggest move this company has ever made, and you’re preoccupied?”
I didn’t answer, knowing that anything I said was probably just going to be returned by a snarky comment I wasn’t ready to deal with right now. I let my eyes wander over the spacious studio space and forced my brain to focus on the task at hand. It wasn’t as big as some of my studios in California, but it would do, and I could already see the place brimming with workout equipment, loud music, and bouncing tits… lots of beautiful, bouncing tits.
“So, this it is the best we can do, huh?” I said, still sounding like a cranky child who’d been woken too soon from his nap.
“Yeah, this is it,” Martin replied, arms outstretched, shaking his head. “You have no idea how fucking hard it is to find space in this neighborhood. A little appreciation would be nice, buddy.”
I smirked at him. “What do you want, a blowjob?”
Martin sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. There were times when I got the feeling that Martin wanted to just tell me to go fuck myself, then he’d run the numbers in his head and realize what a huge pay cut that might lead to. He took a deep breath and tried to maintain his cool. I felt a little bad that I was pushing his buttons even though that wasn’t my purpose. Hell, I pushed buttons just by breathing sometimes. Welcome to Planet Chad.